March
25, 1999. Thursday
Not much happened to me yesterday. But at least nothing bad happened.
So that's a plus. let's see... I left work, went home, watched some
cartoons, ate dinner, watched tv, ate some more, watched tv some more,
and went to bed. Somewhere in there I chatted with Berry
and/or Jason (her sort of BFLOABT) periodically. I also talked
with my "old" "friend" Nicole, who called me on Tuesday but I never got
back to her. She's Berry's freshman year roommate. We hadn't
spoken for a good 4 months or so. The last time we spoke, I had forgotten
that I was supposed to meet her for dinner and when she called and I told
her that i forgot, she took it extremely personally. She's said that
I'd "changed" and wasn't the "sweet boy" i used to be. She likened my "transformation"
to that of Jed's, who she also accused of hardening
over the years. So basically she told me that she didn't want to
waste time on a friendship with someone who doesn't even care and told
me to call her if i felt like it and then hung up. I did feel really
bad when she called. And i kind of did want to see her. But of course
i never got around to calling her. Sure, I thought about it from time to
time. But various things stopped me: I was too lazy to find her number,
I thought about it and decided I just didn't want to, and eventually the
time since our last conversation had been quite long and I didn't feel
like recounting my life for the past 4 months or listen to her tell her
story. But i suppose it was still nice to hear from her. I don't
have much to do these days, you know.
I guess we're suppose to go out on Saturday or next Wednesday.
She did tell me that she ran into some people that I know, or know of,
over the past few months. One was a former roommate, we'll call her
M, who I drew a very unflattering picture of back in freshman year.
It was so funny, in fact, that I took a picture of it. Weeks later,
I was getting some pictures back and looking at them with my friend Erin,
who was in most of the pictures, when M strolls in. She says, "Oh, can
i see the pictures?" Of course i had forgotten about the picture
I had drawn so I said "Sure." I actually did want her to see them,
cos I thought they were pretty funny. So the three of us are standing there,
when THE picture appears. After my heart began beating again, I skipped
to the next picture and tried to point out how funny it was. Of course,
M would have nothing to do with it. She said "Greg, What was that?"
(You know they're hurt or insulted when they address you by name after
already being in your presence for a few minutes). And so i flipped
back TWO pictures and said, "Oh this?" pointing to a picture of Erin wearing
no pants (i have a lot of those for some reason). Erin immediately
bolts. "uh... I gotta go. see ya." That really pissed
me off, becuase she had been sorta party to this mess too. It was in her
room afterall, and it was after her complaing about her roommate situation
that i drew the damn thing anyway. M stared at the bloated figure
that represented her and looked at me with the most hurt expression I'd
ever seen (of course since then, I've received countless even more hurtful
looks). I apologized and pointed to how fat i'd also drawn erin and how
twig-like i drew Nicole, but she just ran off. Later I found out
that she had collapsed or fainted on the street while jogging. I think
someone told me she wasn't eating either. But that can hardly be
attributed to me. Right? I mean, it's obvious she had some
other shit going on with her. Right? But still, one of the meaner things
I've ever done. well, one of the meaner things I've done that someone found
out about. just last week, Jed remarked to me, "Hey, remember when
you almost killed M..." oops.
Speaking
of past memories, I got an email today from none other than Mike Quackenbush,
pro-wrestler extraordinaire. He's largley responsible for my interest
and knowledge of pro-wrestling, although he was also responsible for how
much i couldn't stand it just 2 years ago. When we were in Spain
back in April 1994, he nearly killed me while we were engaged in a rather
real wrestling match. It wasn't my idea, but i made the mistake of
rooming with him for the enitirety of the trip. As i sat dazed on
the floor, he (so i'm told) sprung off the bed, into the air, and drop-kicked
me in the back with incredible force. I flew into the closet, limp
and seemingly dead. I actually thought i was dead, because
I didn't feel a goddam thing. Many of the onlookers at the time told
me later that it was the most horrible thing they'd ever seen.
Anyway, Mike stumbled across my webpage and thought he'd say hello. I always
feared he'd find my webpage, mainly because I stole the Grey
Ghost nom de plume from him. But he seemed ok with it.
he did tell me that his original Grey Ghost was a Honda, not a Subaru,
as it says in my index. So i guess I'll have to change it at some
point. He also pointed me to his own website. It pretty impressive,
with more web tricks than i can grasp. There's also some good pictures.
I was impressed to see that he was wrestling Billy Kidman, who's fairly
big in WCW right now. So if you happen to like pro-wrestling, or
wanna see the reason for many of my spinal chord injuries, check out Mike's
QuackenHeadQuarters.
There's also a schedule fo his appearances. Maybe I'll stop by his
Georgia show in August if the roadtrip I'm planning actually happens.
The cast may include all but more likely a few out of Rodzilla,
Jed,
and James. Of course, going to a smaller
scale wrestling show out somewhere in Georgian Redneckistan kind of frightens
me, being a nice northern Chinese boy, so maybe I'll only go if he gets
me backstage ot something. It would be nice to see him wrestle again.
I was always impressed with his total disregard for his physical well-being.
It's always entertaining.
Speaking of Georgia, it's funny how I associate some states with particular colors. I associate Georgia with yellow, because of a puzzle of the United States that my mom bought. Georgia was bright yellow. I guess there were other states that were yellow, since the puzzle only had like 4 pastel colors. But that's what I think of when I think of Georgia. Back in 1987, when my school district was on strike, my mom made me take the puzzle pieces and trace them into a cardboard map of the United States. Since my brother was four years ahead of me, my mom knew that in 5th grade i would have to memorize the states and capitals, and recognize them by shape. The only problem was that New England was taped together. The pieces were so small that my mom figured that we'd either lose them or swallow them, so she taped Vermont and New Hampshire together, and Massachussetts. Rhode Island, and Connecticut together. For a long time I thought there were only two New England states. It's still my worst area of US geography. But it was all for naught. Since the school year was shortened I guess they felt that US Geography could be ingored. My mom couldn't accept this, and even had me ask when we were going to study the states. Much of my childhood is filled with stories like this.
By the way, I've added a guestbook on my page, per Mimi's suggestion. I've always been a little skeptical of them (guestbooks, not suggestions), but why the heck not.
Wouldn't
you know it. I just finished emailing Mimi,
telling her how slow it was here at work today, when I'm swamped with the
most work I've had in months. Granted, that still isn't a heckuva whole
lot. And it does actaully make me feel better when people walk by
and I look busy. But my god, do i hate to work.
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