man, I hope I'm not getting sick
I feel like I have the chills. I'm in baggy pants and a shirt that's way too big on me, with my hair down, and I'm shivering. the sky is blue and it looks like there's a light breeze... but I'm freezing. whuh oh.
well, the aquabats show didn't go down last night. mary and I made our way down to west hollywood for dinner, but on the car ride there, I started to feel real light-headed and dizzy. I'm convinced that if I had tried to stand on my feet for a show, I would have collapsed. I suddenly had trouble raising my voice, felt nauseous, and struggled to get enough air to my lungs. it was kinda creepy. the only times I've really felt like that were right before I fainted.
we somehow managed to be accepted into the classiest dining establishment on that side of la-- roscoe's chicken and waffles.
no, that's not a joke.
at first, I felt kinda weird there, since mary and I were the only white people waiting outside to be let in. the place had a crowd wrapping around the doors not unlike that of a trendy nightclub. I guess the novelty of poultry and breakfast food is too much for people to pass up on a saturday night. or, for all I know, maybe chicken and waffles is where it's at in west hollywood on the weekends, I dunno. I'm just a foreigner.
mary summed it up best when she said, "roscoe's a place where ghetto booty moves independently of the mothership."
how true. how true.
and it was a good waffle. cornbread, too. I felt... hmm, what's the word I want. southern? ::shrugs::
so, we were both real tired, and decided a show probably wouldn't be the best place for us, so we went back to lmu to see the nightmare before christmas at the mayer theatre. I wish I had the cd soundtrack for that movie... I have it on tape at home. I would listen to it repeatedly when I was young. I marched around the house chanting lines like, "kidnap the sandy claws, beat him with a stick," and I'm sure my parents got a little on edge from it. good times.
today I absolutely have to get some animation done, have to have to. but I'm worried by this crappiness I've been feeling. I swear, if I get sick on the plane ride home, heads will roll. I've been fighting germs for the entire time I'm here, and if I'm sick when I'm home.... oooh, caps will be busted. you can count on it.
well, the aquabats show didn't go down last night. mary and I made our way down to west hollywood for dinner, but on the car ride there, I started to feel real light-headed and dizzy. I'm convinced that if I had tried to stand on my feet for a show, I would have collapsed. I suddenly had trouble raising my voice, felt nauseous, and struggled to get enough air to my lungs. it was kinda creepy. the only times I've really felt like that were right before I fainted.
we somehow managed to be accepted into the classiest dining establishment on that side of la-- roscoe's chicken and waffles.
no, that's not a joke.
at first, I felt kinda weird there, since mary and I were the only white people waiting outside to be let in. the place had a crowd wrapping around the doors not unlike that of a trendy nightclub. I guess the novelty of poultry and breakfast food is too much for people to pass up on a saturday night. or, for all I know, maybe chicken and waffles is where it's at in west hollywood on the weekends, I dunno. I'm just a foreigner.
mary summed it up best when she said, "roscoe's a place where ghetto booty moves independently of the mothership."
how true. how true.
and it was a good waffle. cornbread, too. I felt... hmm, what's the word I want. southern? ::shrugs::
so, we were both real tired, and decided a show probably wouldn't be the best place for us, so we went back to lmu to see the nightmare before christmas at the mayer theatre. I wish I had the cd soundtrack for that movie... I have it on tape at home. I would listen to it repeatedly when I was young. I marched around the house chanting lines like, "kidnap the sandy claws, beat him with a stick," and I'm sure my parents got a little on edge from it. good times.
today I absolutely have to get some animation done, have to have to. but I'm worried by this crappiness I've been feeling. I swear, if I get sick on the plane ride home, heads will roll. I've been fighting germs for the entire time I'm here, and if I'm sick when I'm home.... oooh, caps will be busted. you can count on it.