Interstellar overdrive? Only the first minute and a half where there's music; Tallahassee pt. 3
On the night of April 1st I realized it was my 16 2/3 birthday. Like the record speed(16 2/3, 33 1/3, 45, 78 1/4, and the much lesser known 80). I got the tradition from some guy on the internet. I realized it right when I was with a bunch of people. Like Nick in The Great Gatsby, but a lot less dramatic.
Me: Oh my God...
Someone else: What?
Me: I just realized... It's my 16 2/3 birthday.
Someone else: What?
Me: You know like the record speeds? 16 2/3, 33 1/3, 45, 78 1/4, and the less popular 80, invented by Thomas Edison. I got the tradition from some guy on the internet and it just hit me now, in front of all these people, that it wa-
Someone else: I don't care anymore. You're weird in a boring way.
For some reason when I'm around a certain group of people- mostly blood related and other people's parents- anything I possess that even slightly resembles charisma disappears. Like when I speak to my vegan uncle who smokes like a chimney, the conversation is staler than the malt liquor he buys while we wait in the car for him. He's always one beer run away from his house when he babysits us.
Nate and Stacey are among those people. It's weird that I've known Stacey since I was about nine. Like having some weird sister who has to be polite to you and occasionally just tells you crazy stories about things you never knew. Maybe like a foster sister. A foster sister who's dating my brother. Family is weird.
Nate told her about my movies. Robo-Hitler isn't something you brag about. A few people have offended jewish people by mentioning my movies. Come to think of it, I don't even think Alex (The most involved in my movies other than myself.) has mentioned Robo-Hitler to his girlfriend (A race cocktail with a Hebrew base.)
I had breakfast at Boston Market. I had to sit on the inside of the booth because Nate's 6'4 but still has a superiority complex. He's friggin' 6'4. When you're that huge you don't need complexs to get through the day. So I'm sitting there and all of a sudden my lower back just starts hurting like nobody's business. Like being shocked, kind of tingly, not really pain, just discomfort, kind of. Like what Wasabi is to spicy. Like a loony toon is happening inside your body. I could tell that this was going to cramp up... or something pretty soon if I didn't stand up. I got to get up from the booth but my brother's still got that superiority complex that he had when he sat down. I kept asking him to get up but he just wasn't going to until finally I had to stand up on the seat and step over the booth seating.
I spent the rest of the day at this plantation place. There was a wedding that we weren't a part of. And there was this mansion that we took a tour through. The tour guide, although he was fun, must have way to much time on his hands. He knew way too much about some house. Like the entire family tree, which was irrelevant, not to mention complicated and confusing.
The most exciting thing that happened while I was at the plantation was that I saw this guy who was an exact 50/50 blend of Chris Rock and Hugh Grant. He had Chris Rock's voice and body type with Hugh Grant's clumsiness and touch of Hugh's whiteness that gave him a slightly lighter complexion than Chris Rock. It looked and sounded like Chris Rock stumbling around the room looking for people and having trouble walking through doors. On one occasion he must've jimmied the handle for a full ten seconds before my brother reached over and pressed on the handle so it would open. He said something along the lines of "Oh, well... I should've known that... blah blah(quick exit)".
Me: Oh my God...
Someone else: What?
Me: I just realized... It's my 16 2/3 birthday.
Someone else: What?
Me: You know like the record speeds? 16 2/3, 33 1/3, 45, 78 1/4, and the less popular 80, invented by Thomas Edison. I got the tradition from some guy on the internet and it just hit me now, in front of all these people, that it wa-
Someone else: I don't care anymore. You're weird in a boring way.
For some reason when I'm around a certain group of people- mostly blood related and other people's parents- anything I possess that even slightly resembles charisma disappears. Like when I speak to my vegan uncle who smokes like a chimney, the conversation is staler than the malt liquor he buys while we wait in the car for him. He's always one beer run away from his house when he babysits us.
Nate and Stacey are among those people. It's weird that I've known Stacey since I was about nine. Like having some weird sister who has to be polite to you and occasionally just tells you crazy stories about things you never knew. Maybe like a foster sister. A foster sister who's dating my brother. Family is weird.
Nate told her about my movies. Robo-Hitler isn't something you brag about. A few people have offended jewish people by mentioning my movies. Come to think of it, I don't even think Alex (The most involved in my movies other than myself.) has mentioned Robo-Hitler to his girlfriend (A race cocktail with a Hebrew base.)
I had breakfast at Boston Market. I had to sit on the inside of the booth because Nate's 6'4 but still has a superiority complex. He's friggin' 6'4. When you're that huge you don't need complexs to get through the day. So I'm sitting there and all of a sudden my lower back just starts hurting like nobody's business. Like being shocked, kind of tingly, not really pain, just discomfort, kind of. Like what Wasabi is to spicy. Like a loony toon is happening inside your body. I could tell that this was going to cramp up... or something pretty soon if I didn't stand up. I got to get up from the booth but my brother's still got that superiority complex that he had when he sat down. I kept asking him to get up but he just wasn't going to until finally I had to stand up on the seat and step over the booth seating.
I spent the rest of the day at this plantation place. There was a wedding that we weren't a part of. And there was this mansion that we took a tour through. The tour guide, although he was fun, must have way to much time on his hands. He knew way too much about some house. Like the entire family tree, which was irrelevant, not to mention complicated and confusing.
The most exciting thing that happened while I was at the plantation was that I saw this guy who was an exact 50/50 blend of Chris Rock and Hugh Grant. He had Chris Rock's voice and body type with Hugh Grant's clumsiness and touch of Hugh's whiteness that gave him a slightly lighter complexion than Chris Rock. It looked and sounded like Chris Rock stumbling around the room looking for people and having trouble walking through doors. On one occasion he must've jimmied the handle for a full ten seconds before my brother reached over and pressed on the handle so it would open. He said something along the lines of "Oh, well... I should've known that... blah blah(quick exit)".