Derek's Pad.

If you were to go into my building you would come inside from the street, and up the stairs comming out on the door on the very far left in this picture.


You would then be looking directly at the door to my apartment, #206.


Turn right to go across the bridge thingy


If you looked down you'd see this


Going through the door into the apartment, my bedroom would be right in front of you with the living room off to the left of it


This is the door you just came in, from the living room's point of view


That is the giant map of L.A. that I've mentioned working on before. It covers about 20 to 30 miles of L.A.


So if you were still standing in the doorway looking at my bedroom and the living room and you turned your head all the way to the left, you'd see the kitchen


If you were to walk into the kitchen, and turn around to look at where you came from you would see what is soon to be the "Lost Cat" wall


Turn towards the living room and you would see


From the hallway comming out of Jay's room (not pictured), which also contains our washer and dryer (also not pictured) the living room would look like


Open the blinds and you would see our balcony/grilling area


If you were to go into my room, standing in the doorway you would see


To the left are little cabinets/dressers and my bed


Straight on it would look like


Standing back in the doorway and looking towards my computer desk


Turning your head to the right would look like


If you hopped over the bed and looked towards Chester's cage


See the hallway in the picture above? If you look in that direction from the computer desk


Walk down that little hall and look to the left


Keep walking and it leads to the bathroom


My towels are green and black!


I'm going to take more pictures when I get back from my NY trip. I'll have blueprints of Moviola's on the walls (really cool shit we found digging through old Moviola storage cabinets) alont with blueprints of computer boards that later Moviola's used, and obscure equipment that never really made it to market (like the Moviola Dolly).
Plus I'll even take the time to adjust the digital camera so that you can see the cool lights without them looking like...the sun.

In the mean time you can look at Chester


And me being sexy with my door shut.


And in the closet mirror!!!

Sedna is the new Pluto.

I figure if I'm going to suck at updating frequently, I might as well go big when I have a chance to get around to it.

So here we go...

(Oh, also, you should research the title of this blog. It relates to one of the very last things I post about.)

Friday the 11th
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Wow, this was a long time ago. Thankfully I keep vague little reminders of daily events in draft form, that way when I finally get around to this writing this shit I can reference words stacked in the following style:

fri.
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brit
brick
pool/gaurd
footprints

Now is the part where I stare at the words blankly trying to remember what exactly they were supposed to remind me of...or if I was just smoking crack.
So lets see-
Brit came over in the evening and we watched "Brick." (Excellent movie by the way. I highly recommend it.) Which was followed by copious amounts of drinking.
Copious people. Copious.
This resulted in some genius idea of Brit, Jay and I going down into the hottub from around 3 a.m. to 6 a.m.
Right when we decided to get out and go back to the apartment our friendly apartment security gaurd coincidentally was standing next to the pool gate waiting for us.
I don't know that he knew we were there or had just happened to pass by, but judging by the amount of apartment lights turning on and off around the pool throughout the night I think it's safe to say some people may have complained.
They could have joined us.
So the guard stood there and asked us what we were doing. I simply replied, "Just about to leave."
"Don't you guys know the pool is closed."
"Oh. There weren't any hours posted."
"Well the gate is padlocked, how'd you get in?"
"Um, through the gate down there," as I tossed my hand in a random direction towards the pool. You see, there wasn't really a gate there. But you'd have to be sober to know something like that. So the gaurd gave me a puzzled look, and I think I actually had him confused enough that he questioned whether or not a gate was actually down there.
"Oh...well...well the pool is closed from 10 to 8, so next time you know."
"Oh, o.k. Yeah, it was posted. So yeah, sorry. Very sorry."
"What apartment do you live in?"
"Um. On the 2nd floor."
"Which number?"
"Um. I don't remember. It's on the 2nd floor though."
"You don't know your apartment number?"
"Um. No. We just moved in. So...I...don't know it. I just know how to get to it."
"Alright, well from now on stay out of the pool at night."
"Kay. Have a good night sir."
After that nice little conversation, complimented by the rising sun, the three of us scuttled back to our apartment, but in our drunken sneakiness instead of going straight to the apartment we walked around the whole 2nd floor leaving wet footprints leading to EVERY door remotely close to ours. That way if the gaurd tried to follow them he wouldn't know which door we actually went in!
Hell, I even walked backwards a few steps to confuse the hounds.
The rest of the night was for me to know and you to find out.

Saturday the 12th
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Waking up sucks. Waking up smelling like chlorine and beer sweat sucks even more. Add the disgusting taste of beer and cigarettes left in your mouth from the night before and you're on the road to Suck heaven.
Thankfully Brit doesn't take up much space, so the little sleep accomplished was uninterrupted.
After waking up sometime in the afternoon trying to figure out which parts of the night did and didn't happen (and things like- where the HELL did those claw/bite marks come from.), I met up with Don to shoot a rap video in downtown Hollywood- on a rooftop next to the Capital Records building.
We shot until about 2 a.m., and I have to admit it looks pretty damn good, especially the shots where Don sat on a dolly with the camera as I shoved him as fast as I could around a half circle track- giving it a "matrix-esque" effect.
The whole video was shot with orange-toned filters over the lights, it has a very "classy" feel to it. PLUS! The song was actually pretty damn decent, a little TOO catchy if you know what I mean. Don and I were humming it for the rest of the week.When it's done being edited I'll try and put a compressed copy on the INTERWEB.
Once I got home I smoked a little and fell asleep watching animated "Clerks," only to be rudely awakened by our fire alarm.
This wasn't no pansy-ass fire alarm, this was the kind that doesn't even sound like it's comming from the room, but inside your head. Just a constant high pitch wail that never changes tone, or stops.
So I tried to grab Chester, who's cage is unfortunetly right under the alarm, but he was too busy going FUCKING BESERK for me to be able to catch him very effeciently. Eventually I just grabbed him with one hand and threw him in my bathroom, figuring it would at least be a little quieter in there.
Then I went out to the living room to find Jay looking as perplexed as I felt. The whole apartment complex was ringing, apparently we're all wired to the same alarm?
So I decided to go back to sleep with a pillow over my head, and eventually woke up to put Chester back in his cage.
And then the alarm went off AGAIN! At that point I think I would have rather just burned to death than have to deal with that abnoxious sound.

Sunday the 13th
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Elise got back from her trip in the Artic and gave me a call. Heard some interesting stories. Stories I can't repeat. Let me tell you though, from the sounds of it the artic isn't much different than Las Vegas ;)
Um...that's basically all I remember about Sunday.

Monday the 14th
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After work I had my first of six "Avid Media Composer 201" classes. Yeah. That's right. I SKIPPED the 101 class.
'struts away'
Oh, today I also got Don hooked on "Katamari Damacy." It's hard to explain to people that it's a game where you roll a ball around and pick stuff up. They're always like, "And...?" and your like, "....that's it."
But everyone loves it. No one not loves it.
Not even Mr. Double Negative.

Tuesday the 15th & Wednesday the 16th
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Work. Class. Sleep.

Thursday the 17th
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When I got home from work Elise gave me a call asking if I'd mind if she came over the weekend to hang out, and interview with some potential professors for her Ph.D. This was a good thing, for many reasons. Originally my trip to NY involved driving down to NYC and seeing her, along with other people. After I was financially forced to change that plan, most of the people I wanted to see in NYC were kind enough to come to Buffalo to see me- but Elise was not one of them.
So instead she was going to come to California. :)
I love surprise visits from friends. Especially when they've never been to the west coast before!
After that, I went out to the Fox and Hound for a little bit to chill with Don and his posse. The guy that wrote the song "The Flower Girl" (featured in "Dumb and Dumber") performs there every Tuesday and Thursday. He basically just covers a lot of sweet classics.
At one point Don got a phone call from his roomate to come outside. Apparently the shoot he was P.A.-ing on was having him return a rented police car. So he sat in the bar parking lot flashing the lights, using the loudspeaker system, and scanning the police radio stations. It's only $250/day to rent a cop car! An authentic one! The Ford Crown Vic. with modified V8!
I'm totally renting one some Saturday night to harrass people outside of clubs.
On our way home from the bar I decided to take a "Lost Cat" flyer off of a telephone pole to put on my wall at home. When I got home and put it on the apt. wall I decided that the WHOLE wall needs to be covered with "Lost Cat" signs. So if you see any that you like, send 'em on over to the wall! (I'll take pictures of it when it gets full)
I was supposed to hang out with both Brit and/or Frankie, but those plans totally fell through.
Oh well, at least there was a cop car involved.

Friday the 18th
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Today I rented a HVX-200 camera package to some guys and asked what they were shooting. They said it was a music video for some hardcore band. I sez, "What's the name of the band?" and they say, "It Dies Today."
I was like, "Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! THEY'RE FROM BUFFALO!...I'M FROM BUFFALO!" It was cute.
Seriously folks, what are the chances that a band some of my friends in Buffalo were close friends with would be flying out to L.A. to shoot a music video? Let alone that coincidentally I be the one renting the equipment to that shoot, AND knowing exactly who the band was.
'Tis a small, small world.
That night I cut hair. The spikes are back...except I'm out of gel.

Saturday the 19th
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I took the train to the airport at like, 7 a.m., to go meet Elise. Aw man! It was so good to see her! :)
Then we took the train back to my apartment, and went and got her rental car. Actually, Enterprise sent someone to come pick us up to get the car. The stranger part of that being: when he came to pick us up, he parked directly up ON the sidewalk in from of my apartment building. I was like, dude, just because we gave you the numbered address doesn't mean you should park on the sidewalk right next to the numbers.
From there we drove to In-N-Out, since Elise had yet to experience the west coast's very own 8th wonder of the world.
She loved it. Everybody always does.
After that we went to Venice beach and swam in the ocean for a while. It was actually surprisingly warm, no worse than a pool, and the waves were about 8 ft. high so it was fun to play in (body surf, etc.). Then we walked all the way to the Santa Monica beach pier, and back. We passed all the crazy people with their flea-market-esque stands (selling shit like metal Predator replicas and ugly homemade art), as well as the infamous Muscle Beach workout area, and Venice Beach drum-circle.
The sun was pretty much set by the time we finished up, our shoes filled with sand. And buttholes.
I navigated Elise through Santa Monica, to Westwood, to Beverly Hills, to West Hollywood so she could take the city in.
Yeah, it's no NYC as far as concentrated tall buildings go. But I think the palm trees make up for that.
We stopped at In-N-Out (keep in mind this is the second meal in a row that Elise wanted to eat there) and took it up to Mullholand Drive. We parked at a designated over-look of Studio City and ate our delicious meat sandwiches. From there you could see Universal Studios (as well as it's theme park), Warner Brother Studios, ABC Studios, and my house :)
When we finally decided to go home to get our drink on, we got in the car and Elise took a few minutes to mix cream into her coffee. A minute too long actually.
A police car pulled up and gave us a parking ticket for $65, explaining there were signs posted saying you're not allowed to park there at night-time. The shitty part was that we didn't see the signs until he pointed them out because they were 10 feet high, where headlights don't tend to shine on them...and naturally it tends to be a little too dark at night to read signs very well.
At least we weren't stoned like the kids in the van next to us. They were TOTALLY going to be grounded when they got home.
On the way home we stopped to pick up some rum and coke to pre-game our trip to Residuals (a bar close to where I live. I've mentioned it before, and how the waitress is from Rochester.). Don and Steve came over to have some drinks and play some Katamari, and then we were on our way.
Residuals was sweet. We got a spot on this huge wrap-around leather couch. It was chill.
When we finally decided to go home, Don dropped us off in the middle of the street so we could chinese fire-drill our asses onto the sidewalk next to my apartment.
A few mintues later he called and left a voicemail to the affect of, "I JUST GOT PULLED OVER FOR A D.U.I.!!! THE POLICE SAW ME DROP YOU GUYS OFF AT THE LIGHT AND PULLED ME OVER! BUT I PASSED! I DON'T KNOW HOW, BUT I THEY LET ME GO!"
Yeah. Take THAT legal system. Let the drunk guy drive home, but give people parked safely on the side of the road a $65 parking ticket.

Sunday the 20th
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Elise and I wanted to drive to the Grand Canyon, but after learning it takes about 8 hours, decided that we would settle for Las Vegas (she had never been there before). So we drove the 3.5 hours to Vegas (when we stopped for gas and drinks half way it was about 110 degrees out) and walked the entire strip up and down. I had an AWESOME sour apple margarita at Caesar's Palace.
We watched the Bellagio water ballet and the Treasure Island pirates. Then basically drove back home hyped up on Amp and Arizona Ice Tea. Did a lot of talking...long drives are great for talking :)
They are also great for listening to the ONE cd Derek bothered to make. But hey, M.I.A. and Richard Cheese never get old.

Monday the 21st
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Worked, then went to class, then got home and went to Don's with Elise to smoke and eat pizza, chips and watch "Dunston Checks In."
I...I can't believe we actually watched that...

Tuesday the 22nd
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I skipped class after work and decided to just read through my textbook until Elise got back from her interviews in Irvine. Apparently a professor, who's family took her out to dinner, basically offered her to study under him at Toronto University. She was excited. It would pretty much be a free ride to get her Ph.D along with really affordable housing and a trip to Thailand right off the bat to study animal behavior and shit, I really hope it works out for her.
Plus she brought me back leftovers. <3 size="1">rd
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Elise left REALLY early in the morning, after a good 2 hours of sleep. Ugh...it sucked seeing her go.
I'm gonna miss her.
So I worked, had my last class for this course- I got a certificate for completing it! (and I got to keep the book! which is actually pretty sweet, you can't get it any other way than taking that certified class ((one of three facilities in the country that offers it is Moviola. the other two are Avid itself)) ).
Got home, cleaned up my room, attempted to pack but I always have trouble getting into that. Instead I spent my whole night half downloading and converting movies to watch on my PSP on the plane, and half sleeping in my clothes on my bed with techno music playing while the movies were downloading.
It was a very "Neo" "Matrix" "Hackers" moment.
Sometime around 4 a.m. CNN texted my cell phone with a message saying "CNN Breaking News: Leading scientists have determined that pluto is no longer classified as a planet, the Associate Press reports."
When I went to bed I thought Pluto was a planet. When I woke up I was completely wrong.

Thursday the 24th (TODAY)
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This morning I scrambled to pack everything I thought I'd need. The packing part is easy, it's leaving the apartment for good that is hard. I always have to check the closets and rooms a million times to make sure everything is PERFECT before I can step out the door. And I never feel like everything is perfect. But after about an hour of doing that it's a little easier to force myself to leave.
At lunch Don and I went to the library so I could set up and account and grab some books for the trip. The librarian that was helping me was ULTRA-SUPER into kids books, and was RAINBOW-HAPPY to recommend some reading material to me.
I thought that was pretty cool.
Then Don and I talked about good books and got lunch, brought it back to the room I work in and watched "The Shaggy Dog."
I talked to my sister a lot today, I'm really excited to see her :) (and everyone else, but hey, she's my sister so she gets a pinch more of excitement)
Actually, it's 7 p.m. and I should start heading up to the train to go to the airport.

This trip is going to be awesome. I can't wait to see everybody :)

^__^

“I'd like to wear a rainbow every day, and tell the world that everything is o.k. But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back. Until things are brighter, I'm the Man in Black.”
-Johnny Cash
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I'm sitting here exhausted, dehydrated, sticky, smelly and greasey. Starring at the screen is burning my eyes, and being awake is burning my...mind. Yeah.

Yeah.

K, here's the weekly re-cap. Prepare to be blown away by the extravaganza that is MY life.

Sunday
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Called my grandparents to say Happy Bday to my grandmother. I love my grandparents. They are awesome, something I've always felt strongly about. Unfortunetly it wasn't until my recent years that I truely understood how much wisdom and life-experience they possess.
Yet still our conversations consistly mostly of "Is the boat in the water?" "How was BINGO?" and "Shoot any squirrels lately?"
Old people are fucking amazing. Why is it that most cultures hold elders in high regards, yet our culture tends to treat them as annoyances and/or outcasts to our society?

My computer crashed right before I called them. I fixed it rather quickly, thank god. I hate when my computers break, or anything for that matter. When random inconviences pop up in my life it totally freaks me out (on the inside), yet if shit hits the fan at work, I'm as cool as a cucumber.
I guess cucumbers are lucky they never have to use computers. Then they wouldn't be so fuckin' cool would they.
WOULD THEY.

Later that evening I hung out with Sha and Frankie, while Sha got her hair dyed red.
I wanted to lick it.
I didn't.
You know me and red hair. We're like this. 'crossess fingers'
Plus Sha is the 2nd tiniest thing EVER (more on that a little further on), and adorably mexican. She's the kind of girl you can't help but hug. Or carry around on your back...you know what I mean right?
Frankie also tried to explain to me the symantecs of PROFESSIONAL hair dying solution and the numbers corresponding the chemicals.
Fuck that shit. Manic Panic (hair dye) had the right idea with names like "Electric Banana,"Raven Black," "Purple Haze," and "Ultra Violet."
I also watched a Madonna DVD Frankie had playing. The performances were pretty fucking elaborate, and the video footage they used on the stage screens was incredable. Working on concert stock footage would be fun. It was all like, models wearing camo walking down a fashion runway, slowly getting blown away by guns and grenades while trying to strut the catwalk or carry other wounded soldier-models off it.
Cool shit like that.

I couldn't hang out with them to long though 'cause there was a BBQ at Don's, and they needed the chairs he had left at my apartment.
So Sha came and checked out ma' pad, and then Jay and I hiked it to Don's with collapsible chairs in hand.
Metal chair rods + Boney shoulders = Ow. 'step' Ow. 'step' Ow.
It was funny. When we got to Don's place Jay barged in the door and screamed "Here's your FUCKING CHAIRS!!!"
Apparently he didn't notice all of Don's family was sitting there as fast as I did.
So I got to meet a co-workers family (ha, not to categorize Don as a co-worker, because he's OH so much more), watched some "Entourage" on HBO, then hiked it home to watch some "Band of Brothers."


Monday
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I came home and taped together the rest of the giant L.A. map I've been working on.
2 rolls of tape, and about 100 sheets of paper later, it now occupies the greater space of one wall.

I started also started season 2 of "24." Season 1 was pretty good, and so far I like how the plot has carried over to the second season...er..."day."

That's it man. That damn map sucked up the whole night.


Tuesday
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So Ed Hardy, a very trendy and expensive clothing line, rents space in our building to store their clothes in.
Madonna was there to check it out (no idea why) and was wandering around in our parking lot for a little while.
She looked at me and smiled.
I'm pretty sure I got her pregnant.

I was tired all day. I keep going to bed at 2 a.m. every night. Work just really isn't working out with my social life.
Plus I bike a lot. I'm a regular Lance fucking Armstrong.
Except no one cares if I do drugs.

After work I went and hung out at Anthony's. Some guys from Buffalo were visiting, so there was a lot of sitting around playing video games, drinking beer, and eating Del Taco.
I felt bad for Anthony, his girlfriend flipped out on him the night before via 30+ txt messages to his cell phone, ultimately breaking up with him somewhere within all the TXT.
The quote of the night was definately, "I've never seen a girl dump herself like that before. Let alone through text messaging."

On my way home from Anthony's, a man of african decent singled me out on the train. He was droppin' lines all freestyle to some phat beat comming from his cellphone. Let me try to re-inact a little portion of this hip hop travisty:
"And you know.
and you know.
you know we's like bro's.
you
yeah you whities
gotta take the crown off your head
stop treatin us like ho's.
yeah.
yeah.
see
if you realize that theres more of us than you
and the mexicans too
and that we all want to get along
take the crown off your head
you had your money handed to you
we were as lucky as you
yeah
yeah
now we gotta share
it's everyones world
come on."

I swear to god most of that was word-for-word.
So I sat there the whole time smiling. When he finally paused I asked him why he thought I had money. He said because my grandfathers were slave drivers.
It's hard to be polite when someone says something like that to you. But you don't argue racial politics on a subway, so the best I could do was shake his hand, give him a pound dog followed by a brotherly hug and tell him to keep workin on his free-style.


Wednesday
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Made a bowl of popcorn and carried it downstairs to watch some Discovery Channel "Shark Week" at Frankie's.
It rocked. I love sharks. Alex does not.


Thursday
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Scarface - "Yo.. the guy.. did you kill my dog?"
The Guy - " ... " sits halfway up and shakes his head.
Scarface "I believe him yo, I don't know why, but I do."

You haven't lived in California until you've made friends with prescriptions for medical marijuana. Seriously people, this state not only elected The Terminator for it's governor, but it scoffs at federal drug laws.
Don't get me wrong, N.Y. is ma' blood yo'. But SHIIIIIIIIIT. Living next to Hollywood is like being on vacation every day.
So yeah. I scored some medical mary-jane. I don't want to sound like a pothead. Ch, you're not a pothead until you start quoting "Half Baked"...
'cough'
I'll be honest though. It was the shit. I have no shame in admitting that I would rather smoke legally bought and regulated weed than put up with the troubles of alcohol ANY day.

I proceeded to watch a shitload of "24" and devour a bag of Funyuns.

O.k. that was two "Half Baked" related things...might as well toss in this little diddy:
Fuck, fuck, fuck,
Mother, mother fuck,
Mother, mother fuck, fuck
Mother fuck, mother fuck,
Noich noich noich,
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4,
Noich, noich noich
Smokin' weed, smokin' wizz,
Doin' coke, drinkin' beers,
Drinkin' beers, beers, beers,
Rollin' fattys, smokin' blunts,
Who smokes the blunts?
We smoke the blunts.
Rollin' blunts and smokin'...

"Uh, let me get a nickel bag."

Fifteen bucks, little man,
Put that shit in my hand,
If that money doesn't show,
Then you owe me, owe me, owe,
My jungle love, yeah,
Owe-ee, owe-ee, owe,
I think I want to know ya, know ya,
Yeah, what?


Friday
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I honestly don't remember what I did on Friday. Maybe it'll come to me later...


Saturday
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I intended on getting up semi-early (8 a.m.) and going to the library and post office. Instead Don called me at 11ish chanting the phrase "Wake and bake! Wake and bake!"
God bless that kid.
So to my surprise I actually did make a quick trip to the post office (well, as quick as a post office on a Saturday afternoon can be) and then a gruelling bike-ride to a ghetto-ass library that wouldn't give me a card because my drivers license didn't have a local address, and I didn't have any official documents proving I was local.
And here I thought we lived in the UNITED. Let me emphasize that a little more, UNITED States of America.
Oh well, it's the price you pay to live in a place where weed is legal despite the rest of the country's 'ttude.
So that was a wasted trip down dangerous busy roads with no helmet. But at least I got excericise...er...extra smog intake.

Then Don came over and we grilled ribs, played Katamari Damacy and watched "Stacy." All of those things are amazing alone. Combined they are.
Super amazing.

Then he left and I was bored and couldn't think of anything to do. But then the phone rang, initiating one of those rare instances where you spend multiple DAYS with a friend.
It was Brit, she wanted to go see Miami Vice. So we went to Universal Studios and saw the midnight showing of it.
I have to admit, I think I could have shot a better movie- considering it was done with HD cameras instead of film. All of the blacks were so muddy looking. I guess I should be blaming whatever post house they used.
Perhaps it was the asthetic they were going for?
Whatever. There were explosions and people getting shot in the face. That's all I really expected anyways ;)
When we got out of the movie Universal was desolate. It's weird to see the spinning trademark "Universal" globe with no tourists taking their pictures next to it.
All of the neon lights to all the stores, restaraunts and bars were still turned on at City Walk too, but there were NO people.
It was very surreal.


Sunday
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Brit woke me up with "We're going to the beach, wanna come?"
Now don't get me wrong, it's great to be woken up with something to do for the day. The catch is, when Brit says lets do something it takes her like, negative 5 minutes before she's at my apartment door.
Thankfully putting on a swimsuit doesn't involve underwear, so that was one less step to worry about.
So, her, her bro and sis, and her bro's girlfriend piled into the Outback and drove through tons of hills and dessert to get to some beach in Malibu. Now would probably be the best time to mention that her brothers girlfriend is by far the tiniest human being I have ever met in my life (midgets aside). Petite doesn't even begin to cover the amount of adjective it would take to accurately describe the size of this girl. She wears a size 1 shoe.
So we hung out at the beach. Worked on my sun burn a little, which is a consequence I accepted, knowing full well that my burns turn into tans pretty quick.
It strikes me as odd that our society looks down on public nudity so readily, yet sees no problem in sprawling on towels wearing next to nothing (as well as getting sweaty, wet and oily) amongst hundreds of other strangers.
I also found odd the overwhelming percentage of very attractive people at the beach.
It is in fact no wonder why girls look great here, look at the social pressure they have to face.
Girls that are ugly by worldy standards are effin' FUGLY by L.A. standards.
Way to go social pressure.
Way to go.

Eventually we went back to Brit's house to drop off the rest of the crew, and then went to my pad to do all sorts of shit.
It started with Brit making spaghetti (or if you're Kai: pah-skgetti), along with opening many bottles of beer for me.
No pressure on the girls reading this, but when you readily open beer for guys you automatically become awesome. Not only are you letting them keep their lazy ass on the couch, but you are silently encouraging them to drink more alcohol.
Then we watched "Walk the Line." I've give it a thumbs up. If you haven't seen it you might as well rent it. I never realized just how bad Johnny Cash was into drugs, or how closely he toured with Elvis and Jerry Lee Lewis.
He's also good at breaking sinks off walls.

After that Brit, Jay and I went to a pool hall somewhere closer to where Brit lives. It was pretty sweet cause they let you smoke inside. In this instance we can see the correlation between California breaking federal law, and pool halls breaking state law.
It's all about breaking the law people.
Breakin' the law.
Breakin' the law.
So yeah. Brit handed our asses to us in pool, while we smoked and listened to such bowling-alley-white-trash classics as, "Linkin Park," "Metallica" and "Lynyrd Skynyrd." And then to add insult to injury, she proceeded to wreck us at Street Fighter 3 Alpha Strike.
I'm no good at fighting games. Fighting games are like the "country music" of video games to me. I love every other genre.

Then we went home and I handed ass right back to Jay and Brit. Yeah that's right. Bitches.
More drinking ensued and Brit talked trash to many a peoples on Live!.

It all ended many of bottles of beer later, at around...4:30 a.m.


Monday
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Brit and I called in sick. There was no reason to go to work. It just isn't as fun as laying around ALL day watching "Kill Bill 1 & 2" and "Futurama."
The drinking started at 11 a.m., and the spaghetti kicked in later on.
Brit left at around 5 or 6-ish I think. Then I started writing this update.

Perhaps the intro makes a little more sense now that you fully understand the amount of sun-bathing, alcohol, smoking, and general bumming around that was involved. And trust me, I was LONG due for a shower.
It was strange though, as I started writing this I was hit by a wave of loneliness. When you hang out with a specific person for that long it gets weird once you're NOT with them.
So I called my parents and talked to them for quite a while, then Brenna called so we caught up on stome stuff. Then I plopped down on the ol' computer to start writing this long-ass monstrosity of an essay.
Lucky for me before I even finished tryping about Monday, Brit called me up to hang out.

I was happy again.

We went to get Jamba Juice, but it was closed so ended up settling for the last of the beer. She also brought over CRAZY AWESOME cookies that her mom made.
CRAZY AWESOME.
We watched "Perfect Blue," and "Blood: The Last Vampire," continuing to perfect the couch groove.
Then we watched the FUNimation channel (a free anime station my tv picks up), which basically consisted of boobs, ass, and upskirt shots of anime chicks.

At some point it all came to an end. Brit left and I stayed awake a little longe typing the good majority of this update until it was 3 a.m. I was so worn out from the past couple days I fell asleep on my keyboard, and kinda remember crawling to my bed.


Tuesday
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Woke up SO tired. SOOOO tired.

One of my contacts was scratching my eye, upon further inspection I found a rip in it. Tiny rips hurt when they are in YOUR EYE.
So I wore glasses to work.
I hate wearing glasses all day because they make my face feel all gross and greasey.
The day went by pretty quick. Nothing too exciting happened.
I walked over to our accounts house and helped him network his Xbox360 to his computer. He had a 60" DLP HDTV.
I think I peed my pants a little.

And now I'm sitting on the couch typing this with a company MacBook Pro, while I watch the rest of season 2 of "24."

Don is downstairs using our gym. When he comes back up we'll probably get pizza or some shit.

Alright people, that's it for now. I commend you for making it this far if you're reading this, and I'll have pics of the apartment up soon!

edit: Brit came over again. Let's see how long of a streak we can do this for...

48 Hour BBQ

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