Jun 15, 2005 23:31
So I was at Wal-Mart the other night. I was decked out in black dickies shorts, and a tight black shirt with low cut black chucks. I was looking at laundry detergent when the corpulent quartet of teenage girls were walking by making fun of me for being Emo.
Only problem is that I'm not Emo. Granted my current hair length is commonly associated with kids of that sub-culture... I would hardly consider myself Emo. No nut huggers, mascara, or dashboard CD's here.
I decided I had enough of Wal-Mart for that night and proceeded to leave. As the smallest, most robust hispanic of the group asked if I liked Simple Plan. I told them all to fuck off. I had wanted to say, "I'm not emo and you're obviously not anerexic" but it's one of those hindsight things.
For a second I was going to say, "why does stuff like that always happen to me?"
But it doesn't. So I decided not to say it.
As I Lay Dying's new CD came out yesterday. I was so cool I bought it online... now I have to wait for it to arrive. I'm excited nonetheless.
Oh yeah... I went to a comic book convention in L.A. on Sunday. It was great. I bought Battle Royale on DVD. A ton of cool comics. Got a comic book picture of me drawn. Got a speeding ticket. Shika paid for everything. We got lost on the way back home. Took pictures of asian people. And realized that I don't think I would like living in California. Ok... maybe not L.A.... too crowded.