Life...sometimes

Saturday, April 19, 2003

I am the 2 week old helium balloon sitting in the back seat of my car...

In the news this week
Went to see "Better Luck Tomorrow" with the boys last night. I liked it, nice to see more asian americans on the big screen, and not to mention, the lead chick was pretty cute, and whew, she's our age, give or take a year or two. I didn't realilze that it was partly similar to an actual incident that I kinda remember WAY back in the day, pre-highschool until V mentioned Sunny Hills...but they didn't mention it at all during the film. I've done a little reading about it from critics and the dude who wrote the movie and he said that it was that and other incidents that inspired him to write/direct/produce that film. I think there are still those that feel a little bitter about the fact that there is no mention of Stuart Tay anywhere, since it was quite a major incident. Anyway, I hope lots of people check it out, it really is a hard-hitting film for today's youth, at least in my opinion. But on the lighter side, while we were @ TGIF's and just chit-chattin, one thing that I was thinking about was how scary it is nowadays to see a cute face and think that there is a strong possibility that she could be under 21! That's a four year difference...yikesorama. I mean yeah, the age factor doesn't really play that much of role, dadadadada, but to me, that's when you're older, like in your 30's or something...I dont' think I could see myself dating someone who was like 20...well not right now at least...maybe I'm just trippin, but I still don't see it happening. I wonder how old the person is gonna be that I marry...hmmm, I think she's either gonna be like a year older than me or like 2 years younger...

I went to Target(I swear I've gone to that store like 4 times this week) with Mom yesterday, but not the one we usually go to. We didn't know where anything was because the store was laid out differently. I hate when that happens...because the all the Targets I've gone to so far(Irvine, Costa Mesa, and here in LA) have been the same so right when I walk in I know exactly where the things I need are. But this time was different, it was like being in a completely new store...that wasn't target. It's so weird to have that feeling, it's like you're a stranger in a new land or something...but we survived, but the experience...weird. I even ran into one of my old Irvine friends there while I was eating a pizza before we actually started shopping, that's how strange that experience was.

The day before that Av, Omar and myself went to the Grey One one year anniversary thang, at this club on Sunset. I had fun, drinkin and chattin w/ peeps from way back in the day, and I'm talking WAY back...people I hadn't seen in like 5 or 6 years, and amazingly, most of them still totally looked, and some, still totally acted just like before. So it was mainly a night of socializing and drinking and running into old old friends, and at the end, we even got to dance a little w/ some random girls that we met. It was weird though cuz I got pretty hammered for some reason, and I only had like 5 or 6 drinks. But it didn't hit me til after we left...all of the sudden I was crazy buzzed, and couldn't stay awake while eating my food at Denny's...at this point, I don't even remember where we were sitting or what I ordered. Then, I couldn't drive home so I had to crash at Averell's place...goodness, I don't know what the heck was wrong w/ me that night, but at least I wasn't alone, cuz Omar got pretty jacked as well. I guess I just had one of those super low-tolerance days, cuz normally 4-5 drinks will just give me a light buzz...hmmmm, that's so odd. But like I said, it was fun, and I had a good time.

There's so much other stuff that I wanted to mention but I can't seem to remember anything right now...I'm again in a strange funk. One of those ruts I occasionally find myself in, and I really hate it. My sleeping habits have really been weird as of late, I sleep no earlier than 4AM and wake up no later than 9 or 10, with the exception of one day this week where I woke up at 1 I think. But I am constantly tired and not really wanting to do much, I just feel myself goin w/ things and hoping it'll give me some boost of energy. Maybe I'm just burned out from hanging out like every single day this week. Maybe it's because I've been so lazy around the house. Maybe....I don't know...I think maybe it stems from a whole lot of things: separation anxiety from all my old roomies and friends, no job, and about 10 other things...too much thinking. I look myself in the mirror sometimes and just get dissappointed at the guy starin back...not because of my situation but because I'm thinking this way, it's ridiculous. I know what I need to do and how I SHOULD be thinking but, hey, easier said than done. It's hard enough to find a solution, but even harder to bring that solution to reality... I wonder how long this funk is gonna last...hopefully it ends when I click on "Post & Publish," but I'll have to wait and see about that.

Lesson for the day...
Don't leave your shoes just chillin on the floor next to your bed, it's a disaster waiting to happen...

"The first twenty-five years of your life, you're in awe of others. For the next twenty-five, you want others to be in awe of you. After that, you could hardly give a damn."
-Arthur Lotti

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