Saturday, May 9, 2009

Yesterday Was Epic

My dearest friend Zazu's six months were up, so she was free to drive us all around. We had been planning this day for months and knew exactly what we were going to do. India, Ricky, her and I, were going to go to a nasty porn shop to try and find her a Batman mask, along with other knickknacks. Well, we had been hoping that the place wouldn't check our I.D. ; Ricky was the only one among us who was actually eighteen. We couldn't find a gross place, so we just headed over to a Lover's Package. Needless to say, they checked I.D. I started through the store and was walking quickly in, hoping nobody would notice...or that at least that I'd get somewhere so I could look at things before getting kicked out. We were accosted though, so, because we weren't of age, we waited outside and persuaded Ricky to go in and buy stuff for us. We even made him a list. Zazu wanted a little dancing penis and I wanted a muzzle/mask, which sadly, they did not carry.

Zazu got her dancing penis and I got some glittery red pasties. Haha. I have no idea what I'm going to do with them, but hey, they're awesome.

After that, and ditching Ricky's friends were just had to tag along, we went to get Pho, but right after ordering, they show up again. I didn't know either of them and they hadn't been in the master plan, so we were all kind of irked that they were with us. After that, they finally returned home while the rest of us went to the mall and perused the place. Got some cotton candy for fifty cents a piece, and saw a cute asian boy in bright yellow with matching stockings that India wanted to follow so I made a move to follow him, ended up forgetting about Ricky, and then lost the cute boy. Heh. All well.

Ran over a curb pretty bad, had a really long laugh, and add a climax to our day, I was looking through The Stranger, reading personals when I read one that was very familiar. Zazu commented on it and I burst out, "OH MY GOD THAT'S US!" Yup. We had posted a personal. Never thought it would make it to the paper though. Zazu and I wanted to pull a Ghostworld and set up a meeting with some older guy in some cafe, and then just watch as he waited for his lady in red, who would never come. So we made a profile, only to find that in order to message someone else (we had already picked out a guy who was the perfect creep and who knew some French) we had to pay. We thought our plan was blown. But to find US in the paper...posing as some older woman...just...cracks me up.

--End of Epic Adventure #1--

Thursday, May 7, 2009


I'm jealous of those people who know exactly what they want to do in college and beyond. I'm jealous of those people who seem to have their own cult followings, solely based on their own ingenuity and awesomeness. I'm jealous of those people who get to see the world that they don't deserve to see. The question of what I'm going to do for college has burst upon me again and although I have altered my plans, I am still incredibly unsure. Why do I have to choose now? I don't get why I can't do my senior year and then calmly sort through my options. No. There are time limits in the real world, there is stress, there is competition, there is bullshit. Welcome, welcome to the marvelous planet we call home!

I'm thinking about art school, yet that nagging voice in the back of my head says, "You can't do anything with that. What sort of job will you get then? You'll be broke. You'll be sick of doing art." What IS my main goal then? I'm tired of school. So tired. I don't want to learn math or science or history anymore. I don't want to know the laws of physics, thermodynamics, geometric series, logarithms or cofunctions! I want to just have a relaxing college experience where I get to have fun. A complete joke, right? I'd rather be out there as a job waitressing for the rest of my life than have to go to college just to delve further into history and dumb bullshit that I'll forget in two months anyways.

The problem with decisions pertaining to my future is that I have so many options. I could write, I could interprete, I could do something monotonous like accounting...I could travel and teach English to South American countries, I could by a psychologist, or I could just paint and hope to make a living on the side. The latter sounds like the best option at the moment.

I read in a Reader's Digest magazine the other day that this one woman pushed her children to march for their very first option when it came to a career, no matter how ridiculous it may have seemed. My mother however, seems to claim that I'll have a lousy life and job no matter where I go or what I do. How encouraging she is! My sister on the other hand tells me that her experience at Western was boring and that art school sounds fun. I'm trying to figure out if I'm going to be living out HER dream, or if I'm going to be pursuing my own. At the moment, I am clueless. I've been waiting for something to come and hit me in the face, but I doubt that's going to happen.

Well. I guess art school is my top choice. Next month, it may be something else. *sigh*