April 3, 1999. Saturday
Well,
it's Friday night, but really Saturday morning, so here goes. I'm
in Pennsylvania right now. It's good to be home. I had a pretty
stressful ride back today. Of course I got lost within minutes of my departure.
But after a tense hour or so, I was well on my way. It was a rather
pensive ride. I was thinking about my recent squemishness.
Over the past few years, I become increasingly sensitive to violence and
gore. I've also become much less daring. Some would say I've gotten
wiser, but i think I've lost whatever little edge i ever had. But
I think it all boils down to my laziness. As do all my problems.
But i think that i'm so set in my ways that I'm too lazy to want to even
think about having to change. So when I come upon a potentially perilous
situation, I shy away because i don't want anything to happen which would
cause significant change in my daily routine. As far as my aversion
to viloence and gore, I can't explain that. All those violent movies and
shows I've watched have actually managed to sensitize me. How queer.
I think tv has had such the opposite effect that so many concerned parents
fret about. Almost every interesting bit of knowledge I have I got
from TV. most of my values, sense of humor, and beliefs have come from
tv. It's frightening. But I don't understand why I can't handle
real violence. Maybe seeing all that fake violence, I've gotten so used
to it being fake that once i think of the real thing i can't stand it.
The other day, Nicole was telling me this med-school story, about how they
use anesthesized pigs. Apparently, she pumps it full of drugs, cut
some nerves here and there to see what happens, then pry back it's skin
and ribs and pokes around in there to see what's going on. While
this was gruesome enough for me, it get much worse. After a while,
they cause the pig to die. The death is horrible enough, but then
they shock it and bring it back to life. Then they manually massage the
pig's heart. This picture doesn't make me wretch or anything, but
it's kind of unpleasant. But in 7th grade, I would've thought that
was so cool.
So anyway, i just got
back from a night out with the boys and a coupla girls. My brother Geoff
was there too. we went bowling. a fitting way to spend the evening.
It was always a last resort back in the day. But this time we at least
stopped kidding ourselves and went directly to the bowling. It was
pretty fun. then again, I'm always up for bowling. I got a 139 and A 148.
I won the first round, Evan tied me the second time around. Besides
me, Evan, and Geoff, there was also Jon, Todd, and pro-wrestler Mike Quackenbush.
There were also two girls, one named Michelle and the other named Michele.
I think Jon's girlfriend was Michele. The other was with Evan.
It was good to see those guys again. I ain't seen them in a real long time.
I don't think i'd seen jon for almost a year. Maybe more. We
told some new stories, but mainly retold the same stories we always tell.
But that's what we always do, and I don't really mind. They're pretty funny.
Like the Meanest Thing I'd Ever Done. Back in 10th grade, I did something
really, really, REALLY mean. But it was really, really, really, REALLY
funny. No regrets. I could've, and probably should've, gotten my
little ass kicked. But for some reason I didn't. I sure as hell deserved
it. I'll elaborate at a later date. Maybe on Monday. But i
need the piece of paper at the center of this story first.
Mike said he was disappointed
that I hadn't brought Rodzilla along, especially since I don't have her
picture or real name anywhere on here. well, I was a little disappointed
that she wasn't here either. Of course, there was never a plan for her
to come. She has finals this weekend, doncha know. But it did kinda
wish she were there. Ok... I'm tired. I gotta get up early tomorrow
too. Well, early today. more on that later.
6:10pm- I got up early this morning to get tickets to the Smashing Pumpkins show in DC later this month. Tickets went on sale at 10, and I called around 10:02 and didn't get through until 10:25, by which time I was informed that it was sold out. oh well. I'm a little disappointed, but I'll live. I used to really really like that band. But lately I'm not that excited about them. I just felt like I should go since they were playing in the area and in such a small venue, especially since I've only seen them in gigantic stadiums and parks. Enough of that though. Jed's coming up that day anyway, and I don't think he was too excited to go. So we'll each say 30 bucks and do something else.
So far, I've barely
done anything that i wanted to do this weekend. I was pretty tired
all day. I wanted to play basketball but i was feeling kinda sick
again. Plus i had to go shopping. We went into West Reading first
because my mom wanted to buy a new vacuum.. The place was pretty
horrible. I can't imagine being a vacuum salesman. Then again, the
stores around the vacuum were a tile store, a carpet store, a store that
specialized in wheelchairs and other geriatric vehicles, and a christian
book store. It was a pretty miserable stretch of real estate. We got outta
there pretty quick.
Then we went into downtown
Reading, to the Downtown Outlets, the main thing Reading is famous for.
It was more interesting than West Reading, but the people around there
could use a bullet in the head. I spent too much time looking for
clothes to wear to work in a pretty bad store. In the end, i didn't buy
anything. I don't care too much about how i look at work, as long
as I look somewhat presentable.
well, gotta go do...stuff.
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