So, let's think of the things I've learned or accomplished in my life:
- Learned "Get your knee off of my hair" isn't a metaphor.
- Watching porn with your babysitter makes for awkward conversation when you want to watch more after it's over.
- It's not fun getting hit with a toy lightsaber, even if you're the Sith and it's only fair.
- Growing up around reptiles, and fish gives you a different perspective of wildlife.
- Some things you have to learn on your own- like finding out that the water that is used for salt-water fish doesn't taste like table salt.
- Craziness is a virtue
- Screwing up plumbing and making it rain in your aunt's home isn't a present for their kids.
- Don't give up coloring a garden gnome's beard black when it's originally white or you must really come off as lazy.
- Just because you think your funny doesn't mean it'll come out the same way in an oral report in school, fuck.
- Dressing like a badass DOES work.
And I can tell you that everything on there is completely true. So- I got a call from Fred last night about five minutes after my post last night and he immediately started talking about the short script I sent him. We talked for a while about it. So if you want to know about it, it's essentially about a serial killer who goes to an AA meeting and confesses to everyone there, and then goes out to coffee with another person in the meeting, and some shit happens. That's it.
Well, I won't be seeing Christina today, but she gave me my birthday present today (Oh shut up, perverts), her dad dropped her off and she had a balloon and bag for me, I was pretty happy, I won't even lie. The entire walk to my house I would cross the street lacking hesitation of being hit singing "THEY SHALL NOT PASS!!!", and she acted fairly embarrassed. In there was a card telling me she loved me deeply, which is cute I guess. I kid.
Then there were two gifts for ol' Josh.
Number 1. The Collected Writings by Leonard Michaels.
I've been meaning to get my hands on it for quite a while, I read "The Men's Club" one time, and fell in love with the writing, I'm definitely going to start that the second I finish "My Boring-Ass Life" by Kevin Smith. So, I fell in love with her again for getting me that book!
Number 2. Wall And Piece by Banksy
This girl knows me all too well, fucking yes. Banksy is one of my favorite Graffiti artists of all time, I fell in love with her yet again in the same day.
Anyways.
We watched some Californication and then kind of just listened to music and chilled out.
She left- I came home, ate some dinner, and watched Lost, followed by Life. Now- it's 12:52 and I should really be in bed, but I might sit around for a while and do whatever. But- tomorrow will fucking suck, because I probably won't be with any of my friends, and I hate my family making a big deal about my birthday.
Until tomorrow (unless I get put in jail for murdering my entire family) - Josh.
PS: Late, no need for giants.
PSS: May The Giant Be With You.
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