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May 21, 1999. Friday

 
       It was another 7am morning today. But at least I get to leave at three. This is the first weekend since I moved to Maryland that I'll be staying in town for the weekend. I was planning on going home, acutually, but my parents are coming here. At this point though, I think if they weren't coming, I'd be going to Lexington, VA for the weekend. Kinda miss that Rodzilla, you know. I'm going down next weekend, but I can't leave till Sunday cos fuckin' O'Brien can't leave till then.  I talked to him yesterday, and he's moving into his new place on that Saturday, and he wants some time to settle in. I'll be staying with him for a few weeks in June, so I guess I should be fairly diplomatic about it. But I am saving him a good amount of money by driving him to Lexington. He needs to move all his shit outta storage, where it's been for the last year, up to DC. So he's getting the moving can down there instead of here. He also told me he scans my entries for his name and hypertext link. Happy now, you sonuvabitch?

    Anyway, I've spent the better part of the morning helping Mimi with a jpg banner for her page. The least I could do, since she helped me with my front page and archive page, and some other random HTML things.  Of course, if I knew what the hell I was doing, it woulda only taken me about 20 minutes. So of course, it took about an hour. The real bitch was matching the colors exactly, cos I only had the html code, not the RGB that Photoshop uses.  So my retarded Netscape Composer actually came in really handy with that.  I don't know how to do a lot of things, but I'm pretty good at getting what I do know how to use to do what I need it to do.  I always have to do things in my own peculiar, pain in the ass way.  I never really learn the right way to do something. I just use what I already know. Of course, it usually takes twice as long, but that's the price you pay for being too lazy to do it the right way.  Ironic, yes no?

    So the parents, along with older brother Garrick, are coming to town today.  Garrick's evermore the rockstar these days. His band is doing pretty well, from what I hear. I actually haven't spoken to him or even emailed him in many months.  I heard he was down here a few weeks ago, but I never saw him. All the news I hear about him these days I hear from my cousins.  Anyway, I suppose it'll be nice to see him, although for some reason he always hams it up around my cousins. But that's just him, I suppose.

    I spent the majority of last night sitting in the bedroom next to my loft watching TV.  I had actually gone for another of my brief jogs and worked out a bit, and when I got out of the shower I heard unfamiliar voices downstairs. I didn't feel like meeting anyone, and the Simpsons were on, so I was content to just watch TV. So I stayed in that room for a good 3+ hours, watching all sorts of TV. The Friends season finale, some basketball, a little wrestling, some Wonder Years, and a buncha other crappy shows.
    Isn't it odd how sometimes you're thinking of something, and all of a sudden it appears. It's especially weird if what you're thinking about is kinda odd. I was talking to Rodzilla yesterday, and she mentioned that she'd like to go to this sushi place in Roanoke, VA.  So as I sat there watching tv yesterday, letting my mind wander, and I found myself craving the taste of sushi.  Contrary to popular opinion, I do not often sit around thinking about raw fish.  I was also thinking about this restaurant in town. Not about the restaurant really, but just it's name. I wasn't sure what the phrase was or if it was really a restaurant, cos it was in Chinese, but the distinct sound of the name was going through my head. Anyway, the point is, around 10 last night, my cousin knocks on the door and wanted to know if I wanted to go downstairs and eat some sushi.  "How odd," I thought. Sure enough, my uncle had brought over a giant plate of sushi.  So I sat down and gobbled it up. As I sat there, my assorted relatives were discussing dinner with my parents tomorrow. Sure enough, they decided that we should go to the excat restaurant I was thinking off.  I didn't even know it was a restaurant.  So that was too very, very odd coincidences.  Rather boring, I know. But I hate when I waste my clairvoyant powers on shit like this.


    Anyway, since I get outta work early today, I thought I'd go meet Matt later so we can play a little frisbee golf on the Capitol Mall.  He said he hurt his hand opening a thing of peanut butter yesterday, but he doubts that it will affect his game.  Still, it's odd that he hurt his finger opening peanut butter.  He said he was opening a new jar (does it feel wierd to call plastic a jar?), and he thought he'd just try to flick through the foil top with his finger.  When I asked him "why?" he said ," I thought it'd be easy."  At the time, I was satisfied with that answer. But now, I think, that still doesn't really explain the thought process that lead to the conclusion that flicking your finger through a thing of peanut butter would be easy.  Why in the world would someone do that anyway? When I see computer or something, I never think how easy it would be to turn it on with my feet. I'm sure it would be, but it's not my preferred M.O.  What and odd boy...
But I am looking forward to playing a little frisbee golf. I haven't done that in a while. Not since the end of last year.  I soent way too much time playing frisbee with Matt I think. But for two years, it was my main source of excerise I think.  We designed our own course around the park across the street from the HomeyComb Hideout.  It was mae a little more difficult when we moved outta there, since the 18th and final hole was the garbage can inside the apartment. Once when we were playing, we had to help the new occupants, which included my ex-girlfriend Rebecca, unclog their toilet in order for them to let us use their apartment as our last hole. Exactly what was in the toilet, I don't know, nor do I wish to know. All I know is, on a routine throw to the barbecue grill on the 5ht hole, I threw my 'bee about 15 feet, where it hit the grill and spilt in two.  Now that was very, very odd. And sad. Cos they don't make that particular frisbee anymore.  I think it split because of the hot and cold temperature changes, since I had just fetched it out of the creek on the 4th hole. Anyway, the point is, that's was the third and final one of those that I lost.

    Well, once again, my writing has managed to bore myself, so that's usually a good signal that it's time to quit.  Coincidentally, "Time to Quit" is the name of one of my favorit Luna songs, by the way.
 
 
 
 

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