splendor, hardly.
Seeing as I spend a deal of time saying I must write about this situation or that coincidence, when I come before the actual course of action I draw a complete zero. Hmmm……need to shower? No, not that. I went and did groceries? No, farther back; oh yes, my weekend. Seems as those all of those of great importance were in attendance, except a couple who shall remain Chinese.
Friday’s arrival to Tampa was warm; the unflinching rain however cooled things down considerably; but, not fast enough because the witnessing of Tampa’s own Hepatitis Youth made for quite a chaotic scene of human glitch. Let’s sum up the “youth” in the smallest way possible:20 Kids, multiple guitars, basses, drum kits, horns, paper air planes, fireworks, dead president mask, GAk, raw meat, and a swirling mess of members running into each other creating human hepatitis. Shut the electricity off one might say? Nope, this “Youth” is prepared with gas generators and all. The fifteen minutes they were given was definitely the most priceless (damn you MasterCard) sociological assessment of recent memory. Knowing quite a few of the members in the band , most being the most passive aggressive individuals I’ve ever known, made every one of my eight Washington’s worth. I ran into a girl from UCF at the show who I’d spoken to a handful of times online. We met, and that was it. The reason I say “it” is because recently nothing really great comes from making small talk with people. Mostly people seem, irritable and they’re on some pretentious level I don’t feel I have to put myself on to feel acceptance. Merrakech says it may stem from the fact that two of my four classes are predominantly freshman (digital media pre req.) and I am running into the younger crowd who perceive this glum thing as chic. I just assume all eighteen year olds are like my sister (and a few other great youngsters) and that I just can communicate certain things. (who knew I would come to feel my age finally or think of myself as older and therefore feel a generation gap….I’ve never wanted to think in such a manner). Also, it’s because everything with my friends in TPA is clearly understood. If an issue may come up about something important, we’ll turn our attention to it and make a worthy analysis. But in all seriousness, I’m in no mood to find out how many bands one person knows over me (im quick to admit I don’t kow anything….that I’m still culturing my brains…) As well, people never seem to ask me questions, I always feel like I’m making the attempt and for once would enjoy that someone would ask me something about my life. Like: “Do you prefer driving in reverse or in drive?” A question like that would be serious grounds for marriage (male or female dammit!).
Saturday was filled with an early day venture to see a fascinating new film. American Splendor was a delight from first to last frame. The decision to split the film into its semi- documentary style made me quite happy. There was definitely no over or under acting. The characters could not have been any more precise. After a good film and eighteen dollar Cubans, we headed back to the car because between the sis and I there was only three bucks and it was “A dollar an hour or any portion of that hour.” So moan and I scurry to the car on the fourth level of the garage, I proceed by wishing my “love you” to the people in the elevator ( I mean why not? I will never see those two guys ever again and I was about two feet from them, I felt like I’d known them all my life) and got to the check booth. So we are crossing our fingers and the guy says “THREE DOLLARS!” The sis and I rejoice loud enough for the ticket guy to notice and we inform him it was all we had (he then gave us a thumbs up and went into classic freeze frame).
That night brought about uncontrollable laughter brought on by Jenn M. ,her fiancé Adam, the Nat , T, Eve, and YO. It was lots of fare, family time, and dammit just more laughs (seriously I cried at least three times). The following day was the EveBuddha’s b-day and we went out to see the Underworld flick which I say is the comedy of the year. It’s simply awful and worth adlibbing to make it far more interesting. After that, it was the new members of Hepatitis youth, their brother, me, the family, and eve’s cake time. The goodbye was quick, many hugs and back to o-city life.
As for today….well I finally spoke to the woman that makes my heart pump out of my chest….”the 5 pm girl.” She would walk by my window everyday, at my old apartment, at 5pm. It drove me foolish because it was like clock work. Not only did she happen to walk by my window but she was and is still insanely beautiful. She’s that type of female that makes me forget about time, place, and only existing in tht moment ( its a certain type..not to many…but I know one when I see her). She so happen to inspire the only successful song written in that apartment. Today was so unexpected because I went in ready to complain about having an outstanding balance of 25 dollars because the old roomy didn’t take some trash out. Well, seeing as I’d never been helped by her in a years time living there I never expected she would take care of me this time. She did, took me to the back to find our file, took her forever (smiles), so we got to talking about everything. School, life, and future plans. Today was coincidently her last day because she is leaving for New York City to pursue her acting career(the irony). She is a theater major from UCF , got caught up in the in the apartment deal (became senior something) and was now going off to New York. Wished her luck, she did the same back, and told me she’d let me know how she is. Funny, we never exchanged information. Oh well, perhaps better that way. It kindly raised my spirits and left me wanting ……….....oh well, so much more, but a novel is no journal entry…...
Friday’s arrival to Tampa was warm; the unflinching rain however cooled things down considerably; but, not fast enough because the witnessing of Tampa’s own Hepatitis Youth made for quite a chaotic scene of human glitch. Let’s sum up the “youth” in the smallest way possible:20 Kids, multiple guitars, basses, drum kits, horns, paper air planes, fireworks, dead president mask, GAk, raw meat, and a swirling mess of members running into each other creating human hepatitis. Shut the electricity off one might say? Nope, this “Youth” is prepared with gas generators and all. The fifteen minutes they were given was definitely the most priceless (damn you MasterCard) sociological assessment of recent memory. Knowing quite a few of the members in the band , most being the most passive aggressive individuals I’ve ever known, made every one of my eight Washington’s worth. I ran into a girl from UCF at the show who I’d spoken to a handful of times online. We met, and that was it. The reason I say “it” is because recently nothing really great comes from making small talk with people. Mostly people seem, irritable and they’re on some pretentious level I don’t feel I have to put myself on to feel acceptance. Merrakech says it may stem from the fact that two of my four classes are predominantly freshman (digital media pre req.) and I am running into the younger crowd who perceive this glum thing as chic. I just assume all eighteen year olds are like my sister (and a few other great youngsters) and that I just can communicate certain things. (who knew I would come to feel my age finally or think of myself as older and therefore feel a generation gap….I’ve never wanted to think in such a manner). Also, it’s because everything with my friends in TPA is clearly understood. If an issue may come up about something important, we’ll turn our attention to it and make a worthy analysis. But in all seriousness, I’m in no mood to find out how many bands one person knows over me (im quick to admit I don’t kow anything….that I’m still culturing my brains…) As well, people never seem to ask me questions, I always feel like I’m making the attempt and for once would enjoy that someone would ask me something about my life. Like: “Do you prefer driving in reverse or in drive?” A question like that would be serious grounds for marriage (male or female dammit!).
Saturday was filled with an early day venture to see a fascinating new film. American Splendor was a delight from first to last frame. The decision to split the film into its semi- documentary style made me quite happy. There was definitely no over or under acting. The characters could not have been any more precise. After a good film and eighteen dollar Cubans, we headed back to the car because between the sis and I there was only three bucks and it was “A dollar an hour or any portion of that hour.” So moan and I scurry to the car on the fourth level of the garage, I proceed by wishing my “love you” to the people in the elevator ( I mean why not? I will never see those two guys ever again and I was about two feet from them, I felt like I’d known them all my life) and got to the check booth. So we are crossing our fingers and the guy says “THREE DOLLARS!” The sis and I rejoice loud enough for the ticket guy to notice and we inform him it was all we had (he then gave us a thumbs up and went into classic freeze frame).
That night brought about uncontrollable laughter brought on by Jenn M. ,her fiancé Adam, the Nat , T, Eve, and YO. It was lots of fare, family time, and dammit just more laughs (seriously I cried at least three times). The following day was the EveBuddha’s b-day and we went out to see the Underworld flick which I say is the comedy of the year. It’s simply awful and worth adlibbing to make it far more interesting. After that, it was the new members of Hepatitis youth, their brother, me, the family, and eve’s cake time. The goodbye was quick, many hugs and back to o-city life.
As for today….well I finally spoke to the woman that makes my heart pump out of my chest….”the 5 pm girl.” She would walk by my window everyday, at my old apartment, at 5pm. It drove me foolish because it was like clock work. Not only did she happen to walk by my window but she was and is still insanely beautiful. She’s that type of female that makes me forget about time, place, and only existing in tht moment ( its a certain type..not to many…but I know one when I see her). She so happen to inspire the only successful song written in that apartment. Today was so unexpected because I went in ready to complain about having an outstanding balance of 25 dollars because the old roomy didn’t take some trash out. Well, seeing as I’d never been helped by her in a years time living there I never expected she would take care of me this time. She did, took me to the back to find our file, took her forever (smiles), so we got to talking about everything. School, life, and future plans. Today was coincidently her last day because she is leaving for New York City to pursue her acting career(the irony). She is a theater major from UCF , got caught up in the in the apartment deal (became senior something) and was now going off to New York. Wished her luck, she did the same back, and told me she’d let me know how she is. Funny, we never exchanged information. Oh well, perhaps better that way. It kindly raised my spirits and left me wanting ……….....oh well, so much more, but a novel is no journal entry…...