A Late Night
For my latest assignment, I went to the Jones Hall last night to here the Houston Symphony play theme songs and music from video games. There were so many 30-something men with long hair, shirts from Hot Topic and PSPs. I, for some strange reason, decided to dress nicely. I was sitting next to a guy with a pony tail and two -- yes, two I say -- handheld gaming devices. I had fun, though. There were some hardcore gamers in the stands, but my camera kept acting up so I couldn't take a picture of the mother dressed as the Princess Peach with Baby Mario talking to Link and that boy from Kingdom Hearts.
I got back to my apartment around midnight, just in time for the Strangers with Candy mini-marathon on Comedy Central. Hilarity indeed. After the marathon, though, I couldn't sleep so I just stayed up past 3 a.m. watching infomercials and Lifetime movies. Thrilling, I know. Around 4 a.m., though, something started to creep me out. Someone started knocking on my door loudly. They didn't ring my doorbell, just started pounding away on my door. Half an hour later, noises were coming outside my bedroom window and someone was knocking on my door. Normally, I would've thought it was the work of one of my neighbor's idiotic grandchildren, but there is a strange man that lives in front of my apartment.
He always asks me the most random questions: Where did you go last night? Who was that girl/guy you brought over? Do you work a lot? Do you sleep well? even though I've heard he has cancer, he constantly sits outside drinking a mint julep and smoking a cigarette. Last week, I found a pile of cigarette buds near my bedroom window and front door. Maybe I'm looking too much into these coincidences, but I have to admit that I am perturbed by the fact this high-pitched, 40-something man might be one of my fans.
I got back to my apartment around midnight, just in time for the Strangers with Candy mini-marathon on Comedy Central. Hilarity indeed. After the marathon, though, I couldn't sleep so I just stayed up past 3 a.m. watching infomercials and Lifetime movies. Thrilling, I know. Around 4 a.m., though, something started to creep me out. Someone started knocking on my door loudly. They didn't ring my doorbell, just started pounding away on my door. Half an hour later, noises were coming outside my bedroom window and someone was knocking on my door. Normally, I would've thought it was the work of one of my neighbor's idiotic grandchildren, but there is a strange man that lives in front of my apartment.
He always asks me the most random questions: Where did you go last night? Who was that girl/guy you brought over? Do you work a lot? Do you sleep well? even though I've heard he has cancer, he constantly sits outside drinking a mint julep and smoking a cigarette. Last week, I found a pile of cigarette buds near my bedroom window and front door. Maybe I'm looking too much into these coincidences, but I have to admit that I am perturbed by the fact this high-pitched, 40-something man might be one of my fans.