Monday, October 06, 2003
Naked Cabrone Soul Caliber ... Spanish?
Bloody fucking hell. The internet is full of perverts. I leave my blog to rot for a month, and I come back to 500 hits. The sad part is that only a few of them were from interested people. A huge (and I mean GIGANTIC) percentage of them were from people on google looking for Naked Soul Caliber Pictures, or for people wanting to know what Cabrone means in spanish. Luckily, I can oblige to both of these requests. I am just choosing not to. Personally, I think Link is one sexy ass guy. Their were also some other interesting searches about people looking for a Blog in Maplewood New Jersey. Sweet.
So, allow me to fill you in one month later about how much more awesome my life has become. If I were to summarize it, It'd go something like this.
A new awesome job at Net Nomad's Cafe
I'm only failing one class so far this year! (This, is a HUGE accomplishment)
I'm in the 2003 Production of the "Laramie Project" for Columbia High School.
Somehow I have become a Dancing Goat addict.
I applied early action to Arizona State University.
Ok, That out of the way. I experienced an interesting event this weekend. Now, I am sure that in some way my level of intoxification contributed greatly to the perceived effect of this event, but either way... After a night of partying in Montclaire at Hope's house, We decided that some Wendy's was in order. I love Wendy's. Their are no two ways about it. It's awesome. So, Everyone orders and gets their food. I, however am still standing there like a jackass waiting for my chicken nuggets. Anyhow, after like ... a while. ... I was too hosed to realize how long it really was I get my food. Unfortunately, by this time, I had finished my drink! Oh No! What many people don't know about Wendy's, is that they give free refills. Which, I think is awesome. Because they give you a new cup and everything. It's fantastic. But I digress.... So I kindly ask this lady if I could please have a refill on my coke. She bends down, gets the cup, (It was at the bottom because I ordered the absolute smallest one. Soda is fucking expensive.) and then puts ice in it. Then, FOR SOME MYSTERIOUS REASON, She goes into the back, WITH MY CUP! I swear, on something holy or valuable, or important, That I heard the distinct sound of her spitting in the cup. I seriously think I heard her hock one. So, she comes back, and fills up the drink, and gives it to me. I think then she smiled at me. Now, Any other person probably wouldn't have done anything to signify their knowledge of this event. However, I am not any other person. I made it a point to leave the FULL cup of soda on the table with the 'Diet' button pushed down. I think we both knew what was going on. Well ... maybe more her than me. Whatever.
And since this was a fantabulous three day weekend, we had what I like to call a 'Phantom Day.' It's a day where you are not sure how to feel, because it is Sunday, but there is no school the next day, and you've had the whole weekend behind you. It's awesome. So, I was just putzing around all night, dabbling with airplanes and shit. At nine thirty Jorge and I went to go meet Ashley at the dancing goat. We quickly realized that it was SUCK. So we left and wen't to Amy's. Their were a SHITLOAD of people there. I was baffled how so many people could be in one spot at the same time. Mostly by coincidence too. So, that was a good party. Their was a ton of musical goings on. Sadly, everytime I started to play an instrument, someone would be like, "Oh dude, Let me see that?!" and I would give it to them. Like the first two times I was like, Yeah, Im awesome at picking instruments, then I realized I must have sucked because they even took away my upside down bowl and single drum stick. Tear. It was a solid piece of percussion. Eventually, This all culminated in an all out Jam out session on Amy's porch. It was nuts. They even let me have the cow bell! I was so happy.
I slept in 'till like 11:30 today, until I was awakened from a call by Ashley. We went out to breakfast at Bagel. So quality. The number #1 is like... my life. I spent most of the day flying planes today. It was quality.
The highlight of my weekend though was seeing Lost in Translation (With Molly). I thought it would kind of suck, because Coppola's daughter is a woman and everyone knows women can't drive or direct movies. However, She might be able to direct. It's possible. It was a really good movie. Bill Murray is awesome. And, How can you go wrong with a japanese theme? The definite best thing about the movie was:
"For a good Time, Make it Santori time."
Truer words have never been spoken.
-Josh Ziering-
So, allow me to fill you in one month later about how much more awesome my life has become. If I were to summarize it, It'd go something like this.
Ok, That out of the way. I experienced an interesting event this weekend. Now, I am sure that in some way my level of intoxification contributed greatly to the perceived effect of this event, but either way... After a night of partying in Montclaire at Hope's house, We decided that some Wendy's was in order. I love Wendy's. Their are no two ways about it. It's awesome. So, Everyone orders and gets their food. I, however am still standing there like a jackass waiting for my chicken nuggets. Anyhow, after like ... a while. ... I was too hosed to realize how long it really was I get my food. Unfortunately, by this time, I had finished my drink! Oh No! What many people don't know about Wendy's, is that they give free refills. Which, I think is awesome. Because they give you a new cup and everything. It's fantastic. But I digress.... So I kindly ask this lady if I could please have a refill on my coke. She bends down, gets the cup, (It was at the bottom because I ordered the absolute smallest one. Soda is fucking expensive.) and then puts ice in it. Then, FOR SOME MYSTERIOUS REASON, She goes into the back, WITH MY CUP! I swear, on something holy or valuable, or important, That I heard the distinct sound of her spitting in the cup. I seriously think I heard her hock one. So, she comes back, and fills up the drink, and gives it to me. I think then she smiled at me. Now, Any other person probably wouldn't have done anything to signify their knowledge of this event. However, I am not any other person. I made it a point to leave the FULL cup of soda on the table with the 'Diet' button pushed down. I think we both knew what was going on. Well ... maybe more her than me. Whatever.
And since this was a fantabulous three day weekend, we had what I like to call a 'Phantom Day.' It's a day where you are not sure how to feel, because it is Sunday, but there is no school the next day, and you've had the whole weekend behind you. It's awesome. So, I was just putzing around all night, dabbling with airplanes and shit. At nine thirty Jorge and I went to go meet Ashley at the dancing goat. We quickly realized that it was SUCK. So we left and wen't to Amy's. Their were a SHITLOAD of people there. I was baffled how so many people could be in one spot at the same time. Mostly by coincidence too. So, that was a good party. Their was a ton of musical goings on. Sadly, everytime I started to play an instrument, someone would be like, "Oh dude, Let me see that?!" and I would give it to them. Like the first two times I was like, Yeah, Im awesome at picking instruments, then I realized I must have sucked because they even took away my upside down bowl and single drum stick. Tear. It was a solid piece of percussion. Eventually, This all culminated in an all out Jam out session on Amy's porch. It was nuts. They even let me have the cow bell! I was so happy.
I slept in 'till like 11:30 today, until I was awakened from a call by Ashley. We went out to breakfast at Bagel. So quality. The number #1 is like... my life. I spent most of the day flying planes today. It was quality.
The highlight of my weekend though was seeing Lost in Translation (With Molly). I thought it would kind of suck, because Coppola's daughter is a woman and everyone knows women can't drive or direct movies. However, She might be able to direct. It's possible. It was a really good movie. Bill Murray is awesome. And, How can you go wrong with a japanese theme? The definite best thing about the movie was:
"For a good Time, Make it Santori time."
Truer words have never been spoken.
-Josh Ziering-
