Another day of March Break slips past as I do nothing at all. It was strange, though. As I contemplated what to write about for this journal entry, I was sure that I had done something constructive today – I just couldn’t figure out what it was. As I thought about what I had done today since I woke up, I realized that I really hadn’t done anything at all. It was a very weird feeling.
Last night Steph and I went to see “The Pacifier.” It was a pretty good movie, though a little strange and definitely unrealistic. It was definitely strange seeing Vin Diesel in a comedy role, but he definitely fit the part, seeing as how they needed a person to play the tough, emotionless Navy SEAL. The fighting scenes were a little cheesy, but well-done nevertheless. And there’s nothing better than seeing a bunch of 7-year-old girls beat up a bunch of boys the same age. It was horribly cheesy, but still funny to watch. They were doing all these kung fu moves and acting all tough even though I could probably crush them with my pinky finger. Anyway, with all that said, it was a good movie, worth the $7.50 I paid for it.
After the movie, I drove Steph to her grandma’s house. Since she lives way out in Hickville (also known as Vanessa), and since the movie ended at about 11:30 PM, her parents didn’t really want to drive for half an hour to come pick her up. So she usually stays at her grandma’s house when she’s out late; she has a key to the house and everything, and apparently it’s fine with her grandma, so whatever. I drove her over there and she laughingly told me to just wait in the driveway long enough for her to get in the house, just in case she couldn’t get in or something. So she goes up to the door and I see her fiddling with her keys in the doorknob. I continue waiting as she starts looking at her keys with a puzzled look on her face. I’m still waiting there as she starts yanking on the doorknob in frustration, trying to get in.
Eventually she motions for me to come up to the door and she explained that she can’t get in. I tried it a few times, but apparently my hands are no more magical than hers at getting doors open for some strange reason. Weird. Anyways, thoughts were racing through my head as to what we were going to do. I had a cell phone in my car, but I wasn’t sure whether her parents would be too eager to drive all the way there – although I’m sure they would if they had to, I mean, it is their own daughter. I’m sure if I explained the situation, my parents would be happy to offer our house for the night as well, although they might not like that, considering they leave at 8:00 AM and it would just be Steph and I in the house alone. Somehow I didn’t think they’d like that too much.
All that rushed through my head in about ten seconds, and then Steph decided to go try the back door, since she had the key for that too. I followed her around and luckily the key worked. The night was saved! Well, I guess by that time it was early morning, but whatever. I followed her through the house that looked and smelled like “old” (like most grandparents’ houses do), went out the front door, and tried to find my way back into civilization. I have a horrible sense of direction, and I don’t know that section of town very well, but I managed to find my way back to the casino. I know my way back from there. It sounds strange that I know my way back from the casino, but I don’t go there, I swear! Hah, my brain just works off of landmarks, and a bright flashy building seems to offer me a good place to remember. It was definitely an interesting night, that’s for sure.
I woke up at 10:00 this morning, which is pretty much a record for me during this March Break, but since I got home at just after midnight, I still only got about 10 hours of sleep. I mean, that’s pretty good, but it’s horrible when I have the chance to sleep in and I can’t. As mentioned before, I thought I did something constructive today, but it turns out that I really didn’t. The most constructive thing I actually did was make Kraft Dinner for lunch. I screwed that up too. I cooked it too long so the noodles were a bit too mushy, and I put too much margarine so they were slippery. Oh well. I ate them anyways. I’m tough.
I still haven’t gotten out to Future Shop yet to look at mp3 and minidisc players. I was planning to do that tonight, but Melissa just told me that Central’s youth group is heading over to Michelle’s house for 7:00. I figure Future Shop will be there any day. Maybe I’ll just walk over there tomorrow or something. Wait, on second thought, if I were walking, I’d want my music, and I don’t think it’d be too good of an idea to bring in my discman. I mean, it just wouldn’t look too good to see a guy walk out with a discman, even if he walked in with it. Ahh well, maybe I’ll be able to get a ride over there or drive over there myself tomorrow afternoon, or Saturday perhaps. We shall see.
Anyways, I think I’ve spewed out all I can spew – all that is currently spewable at this time. Peace to the homies, and rock on. Word.