Down in the deep of the Jack-in-the-Box restrooms

Timmy went to the bathroom and I waited for him to get out so I could do the same. At the time, I thought it was a one per person bathroom. I was wrong.

Timmy was taking a while so I walked in the bathroom and then regretted that fully. To put it differently, “BAD CHESS MOVE!”

There was this guy who greeted me in the bathroom calling me officer. I looked at Timmy and he just stared back trying not to laugh. He asked me if I would like to use the toilet and offered me one. My first assumption, for whatever reason, was that he was a towel boy. As I had more time to think about it, I thought that would be absurd due to the fact that we’re at Jack-in-the-Box….in Hollywood. I then noticed he was calling everyone in the bathroom officer and telling them that’s it’s good for the boys to get 25 to life.

I didn’t know what to do so I just agreed.

I got too uncomfortable to pee so I pretended to pee in the stool because I felt he would be persistent on me peeing and I didn’t want him to have to do that. I also gave in to pretending because, well, I wasn’t alone in there so I guess didn’t fear a rape abreuin’.

Timmy and I then went on our marry way to go watch “2001: A Space Odyssey.”

2001: A Space Odyssey

I saw this film for the first time at the Arclight theatre down in Hollywood. Timmy and I went down to Hollywood so we could be part of the first hundred people there. They were giving out the movie in blue ray to the first hundred. We made it there and got a red, wrist paper to verify we were indeed part of the first hundred people.

After that, Timmy and I grabbed lunch at Jack in the box which leads to a story I’ll share in a different blog.

Now, for the movie.

The movie was WAY ahead of it’s time as far as cinematography is concerned. WOW! This movie was made the year before the Russians sent Sputneck in space, and 7 years before Star Wars was made. (I might be off a little but you get the picture)

Watching it on the big screen was a cool experience.

I will say this though; When it ended, I had no idea what the hell happened. I was so confused. Timmy explained a little of it to me but “oh man!”

Timmy and I walked out of that movie celebrating the free blue ray copy of the movie, despite the fact that neither of us have a blue ray player.

don’t look at my fetus..look at my baby.

I had this conversation with Timmy while waiting for “2001: A Space Odyssey” to start at the Arclight theatre down in Hollywood.

I told him I had an idea of a plot for a story I want to right and he asked me what the plot was, and I told him I wouldn’t tell him.

What I said to Timmy next was somewhat profound if I do say so myself;

I’ve realized that every time I come up with an idea I like, and share it with others before writing a first draft, I end up hating my idea. It’s like the idea I have is my baby, except it’s not my baby yet. It’s more like a fetus. And here I am trying to explain the beauty of my fetus which just doesn’t make any sense. So, instead of looking at my fetus, look at my baby.

Timmy and I then proceeded to laugh up until the beginning of the film.

In Memory of Frodo and Gilbert

Two fish died at my daycare. This happened several days apart. When Frodo died, we weren’t sure he was dead. Then we realized, fishes aren’t suppose to float sideways like that. My co-worker Danielle and I brought him to the toilet. We said a few words about Frodo. I forget what he said but I just said some lines that I took from a movie and some of my own. What’s funny to me is the two fish got their names after they died. Like there lives were so unimportant but their deaths were so entertaining for me that I named them.

Earlier in the summer, we were moving some of the fish around because the fish tank was broken, so we were doing everything to keep them a live. One of the directors (we had two during the summer because it was two staff teams combined) was talking about ideas for crafts that the kids could do.

I told her if one of the fish die, we could have the kids make a casket out of a cardboard box and decorate it. I recently saw that episode of “The Office” at the time when Michael was afraid of death because his old boss died. Later on in the episode, they end up putting a dead bird in a cardboard casket, decorated by Pam.
I said a lot of daring things to the other staff’s director that summer.

Good times.

Being Vanboozold 101

I had my first geography class today.

Just about all of us was inside before the teacher came. During that time. A sweet old lady who spoke Spanish walked down my desk isle selling the geography book to the class for $80.

She asked me if I would like to buy it, in which I responded, “I don’t speak Spanish.”

Another student told me what was going on and I asked her how much she got her geography book for. She told me the new ones are $130 and the used ones are probably about a $100. I ended up buying it. I figured I’d have to anyway and I’m really tight with money right now. As this old lady left, the teacher walked in.

Quick side note: The teacher was very old and flirting with the lines of being senile…I don’t think she’ll survive to the end of the semester.

The teacher handed out the syllabus and I noticed the required book was the 9th edition. I had on my desk the 8th. I jetted out of that classroom to find that woman. I was shocked when I actually found her. I ran a direction down a hallway purely on gut instinct. She told me she used it last semester and it worked fine, so the lady and I both went back to my class and I asked if the 8th edition would be fine and she said yes.

I gave back the money to the old lady and that was the end of that.

Damn YOU 666 Class!

I had my first day of school yesterday. The beginning of my day was suppose to start with a 7:00am class, or so I thought.

This is how it all went down. I wake up for my P.E. class at 5:30am and leave my house at about 6:00am to beat traffic. I have to jump on the freeway now that I’m attending a different college for the year. So now I’m in a new campus trying not to get lost. That’s why a few days before school, I found all the rooms where my classes will be.

All except the P.E. class. For some reason, I just couldn’t find it.

I looked for a worker on the campus but there really was none. The library had no librarian, and the main office was staff-less despite both these places being open for the students.

Eventually, I find someone to help me and she tells me that this P.E. class I was looking for is off campus. Where it has the location on my schedule, it says foot 103. It turns out, foot is short for foothill St.

So I hopped in my car and went to foothill St. I wasn’t sure where on foothill I was looking for. I came back to the school and parked near a park. There was another P.E. class meeting there so I just joined them. I got the attention of the teacher and stepped to the side with her to seek some help.

I told her I couldn’t find this gym for my P.E. class, Section number 666. I was showing her this through the college magazine that has all the classes. She pointed out to me that this class is in bold and that means it’s a pm class.

I then noticed the “p” at the end of the time.

If you think I wasn’t embarrassed enough, it gets better.

As I’m walking back to my car, she yells out to the class, “Class, I just want to remind you, the bold classes in the school registration magazine mean pm!”

I walked away with my head down on that one.

“Maus” by Art Spiegelman

I finished reading the graphic novel called “Maus” by Art Spiegleman.

I loved this graphic novel. “Maus” was awarded the Pulitzer Prize in 1992.

I’m not sure what to say about it. There was humor, as well as deep pain and misery. To be honest for a second, I’ve grown up hearing a lot of Jewish jokes. You’ve probably heard some of them. Jokes regarding Jews and ovens and just really horrible things like that. I felt so disgusted with myself by participating in those kinds of jokes. This story was so raw in it’s truth. You hear a story of survival and death from the mouth of Vladek Spiegelman, father of Art Spiegelman. There was hope throughout this novel, but this hope shines itself twisted as you see how life is in present time.

Atleast, that’s how I felt in the end.

“The Jews are undoubtedly a race, but they are not human.”

-Adolf Hitler

98.7 v. 100.1

Alright.

So I usually don’t do this. But it’s time I share the truth. And By truth, I mean opinion.

I don’t like 98.7… and here’s why. They play the same music at least a dozen times a day. I’ve literally gotten out of my car before listening to a song and then an hour later, driving off from my previous destination, listening to the same song I rode in with.

Cone On!

It’s either a John Mayer song or a Coldplay song through out the day. The truth is, I don’t have anything against those artists. I thought Coldplay’s new album “Viva la Vida” was really cool. The only thing that annoyed me was 98.7 playing the same song “Viva la Vida” (track 7) all the time. That hole album was good. But all 98.7 did was take that one song and play it, and play it, and play it.

I don’t know. Maybe a lot of people like that kind of thing. Just listening to the most popular song from an album to get an idea of it. I guess there’s nothing wrong with that.

Maybe there’s something wrong with me because I can not take that.

I’m not sure why I just haven’t charged my nano ipod and just listened to music I know I’m going to like.

But I will end my thoughts with this. I do like 100.1 a lot. I love almost everything they play. I’m not going to lie, they even play some of the more popular songs 98.7 plays…just not as often.

Happy Birthday Mom!

Today was my mom’s birthday. We waited for my sisters to come home with the cake. It took them a while. Eventually, they came home with a carrot cake. My sister put 50 candles on the cake.

Mistake #1
It took us a while to light all the candles. By the time we finished lighting them all, some of the candles were already half-way gone.

Mistake #2
These candles burned pretty quick. You could tell they were not meant to last.

Mistake #3
My dad was in the upstairs bathroom during all this. We didn’t want to sing without him, but the candles had a very small life-span. I turned towards my brother and said, “grab the cake, we’re going upstairs.” My mom was already upstairs in her room while my dad was in the bathroom. My brother, two sisters, Grandma, aunt and I walked down the upstairs hallway, towards my parents room singing, “Happy Birthday.”

We were then stopped by my parent’s door which was locked.

My mom opened up, and we continued singing by the bathroom.

We all sang and it was glorious. My mom blew out what was left of the candles. The candles that once held with pride, a fire that danced in remembrance of this celebration.

When a special moment is built up like that, the next few moments are always crucial mind you. The kind of build up I’m talking about is when the bride and groom say there I do’s and then whisper’s sweet somethings in to his/her ear. Or the silence after an applause when the birthday person blows out the candles. From a mother, you’d expect is to be a few words from the heart.

My mom’s first words after the applause was, “I wanted moose cake.”

I love my mom.

What my brother and I did after that was pretty amazing. Since the candles had melted and made a layer of wax on the cake, we started slowly pealing out candles to try and get the puddles of wax connected to the candles out. We actually got all the wax off. I was pretty happy with myself.

It doesn’t have to make sense! It’s Sci-fi!

Scii-fi movies are very addicting for me. But it’s got to be cheasy. It has to have those one liners.

You know the ones I’m talking about.

The one’s with the bad acting but not necessarily because the actors are bad, more so, the stories are so bizarre that while the actors are actually saying their lines, in the back of there mind, they’re saying, “why didn’t I stay in school to be a doctor?”

Yah. I said it.