Sunday, July 17, 2005

The crack known as a full stomach
I couldn't be anymore messed up right now. Not in a bad way either.

[WARNING: The following contains immature pissy rants from an 18-year-old, childish male who is obsessing over something as silly as a cowboy hat. Viewer Discretion is advised.]

Okay. Yesterday, I spent all day at home. Just listening to the musics. I admit I was quite bitter that I didn't get to take the day trip to Niagara so I refused to go out. I had the opportunity to go to Mr. Guitarist's house and jam becuase the band was there. But I didn't because I don't like them. Yes. I'm a pissy bitch like that.

I was soo "ARGH" about not getting my hat today. I mean, I almost had it over a week ago. I held it in my hands! IT WAS ON MY HEAD FOR CRYIN' OUT LOUD!! And so I had to wait a week. I was pissed enough back then. AND NOW, I've gotta wait another four damn days because I wasn't allowed to go. We did happen to order it over the phone and it'll be coming in the mails. But four days? Argh! You bastards! All of you!

[WARNING: For the safety of those around you, do not give a damn about what I had just ranted. It was pointless.]

So yeah. I was pissy for most of the day. And then my family came home from some sort of Asian Festival. There was music and performances and lotsa fod. Apparently, there were alot of girls there too, so says my mom.

"You missed out. There were lots of pretty girls there your age."

"Mom. I wanted my cowboy hat today. If I don't get my cowboy hat, I don't get pretty girls. *loser chuckle*"

"Josh, sometimes I really worry about you."

Great. So now my mom thinks I'm a loser (even more so than before). My dad was kinda funny though. He handed me a carton of fried rice and said:

"I brought this for you. I wasn't sure about your taste for girls though so I had to leave them there."

We both chuckled then he hit me on the head.

"That's for missing out."

Sheesh. Unconditional love? Of course. Respect for my weird little lifestyle? Probably not. I love 'em both anyway.

So after stuffing myself with rice, I became a happy camper once again.

Almost too happy.

I've found myself laughing at pretty much almost anything. Documentaries of how anger develops in babies, hilarious IRC Chat logs (Thanks Twinster), screaming out "OOOOOHHHH" in a mad Japanese business man's voice and so on. I've been going at it until now. What time is it?

5:41am

I'm trembling with laughter and joy. That fried rice was good stuff...

The following is for Monkey Orange, MyO's resident pharmacist. Enjoy!

History of Medicine

"I have a sore throat."

2000 BC : "Here. Eat this root"

1200 AD : "That root is heathen, say this prayer."

1500 AD : "That prayer is superstition, drink this elixir."

1800 AD : "That elixir is snake oil, Take this pill."

1900 AD : "That pill is ineffective, Take this antibiotic."

2000 AD : "That antibiotic is artificial, Here why dont you eat this root."

*laughs*

I need roots...

Cheers.

- enin -
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