If it didn't cost so fricken much, I'd get it.
This September 11th shit really has the nation’s Urban Legend Machine in overdrive. First there was that picture getting emailed around of the dude at the World Trade Center, smiling for the camera and not noticing the Photoshop-ed airplane in the background.
Today Mommy left a copy of an email she received on my desk chair. Apparently someone’s “friend of a friend” knows this girl whose Afghanistan boyfriend left her without an explanation except that he’s sorry and to stay off any commercial airlines of Sept. 11 and to not go to any malls on Halloween.
Now Mommy is worried about me traveling to Vegas and that in turn, has got me paranoid. Greeaaat. Thank you. I feel so much better now.
On the flip side though, I just heard another Urban Legend tonight. Apparently someone from Mililani or some high school out there caught a chick getting, umm, personal, with a carrot in the girl’s bathroom. When she noticed someone was watching her, she looked them straight in the eye and took a bite of said carrot.
Umm, food for thought?
Wednesday, October 24, 2001, 9:43am
Okay, too much shit's been going on. And yes, because of jetlag, I have an extremely morning schedule. Shit, I've been waking up before 10am for absolutely no good reason.
I guess the big deal is Dental Chick's surprise wedding. We were all called down to the Willows for "breakfast." Turns out they got married in the little chapel. The bummer is, since it was just "breakfast" (at an ungodly early hour I might add), The Good Mother couldn't get off of work and now she's pissed. That's the last I heard before I left the island and I just saw Dental Chick on the road, and there she was, driving down Kapiolani laughing and shit so if The Good Mother's still pissed off, no big whoop.
Then there's Vegas. Never again will I travel with my father. I swear, that was torture. Being in Sin City and not being able to do a goddamn thing. Shit, I barely gambled. One hour at the craps table and fifteen minutes at the blackjack table DOES NOT justify a four day trip to Vegas. Argh. I hate being chauffeur. At the very least, we could have gone to some cool places. Sam's Town?! Gimme a fucking break.
But at least I came home with enough leftover money for my latest obsession, the Gameboy Advanced. I finally picked one up from Costco and I don't know how I lived without it. Grrl goes neurotic about wanting to make out with Art Boy? Bust out my Gameboy, play Mario Kart and pretend to listen. "Uh huh, uh huh..." I swear, coupled with my snazzy new laptop backpack, I'm gonna have a traveling entertainment center. I WILL become the Starbucks nightmare. Now all I need is a decent mp3 player.
With my new thing for Radiohead, do I need any more obsessions?
YIKES!!! Okay, that was definitely beyond strange: did that rumbling growl of a noise come from my computer or my stomach? Maybe I should go take a shit now.
From Hell was pretty fucking fun. Johnny Depp is essentially playing Ichabod Crane from Sleepy Hollow but this movie seems to deliver as opposed to the former. But then that’s Tim Burton’s curse. He has these terrific concepts and the execution goes wrong somehow along the way. But then why are we talking about Tim Burton? I'm just impressed that the Hughes Brothers managed to get out of the 'hood. Yo. Umm yeah...