I lied my face off

Well, it's official (again). I am dreading the winter weather. I think I've lived out my harsh winter quota for my life thus far. It is time to move westward! (and southward!) Two more fatal winter blows, and I am outtie. Wow, two seems like a lot. Hmm. Not sure how I feel about that. Not sure how I feel about how fast this next year and half is going to go. Not sure how I feel about a lot of things, actually.

But I am sure about how I feel about sidewalks. Now, I'm not the nicest person I've ever met, I'll admit it. But when it comes to sharing a sidewalk, I find myself bending over backwards for dirty rotten strangers! It's not hard to share a sidewalk if each person moves ever-so-slightly to their prospective sides. It's NOT hard. Jesus, have some manners. Is sidewalk sharing the new handshake?? Are people trying to prove their social status by "standing their ground?" The one who moves is the weaker party? Is that it? Huh? HUH?! It's not a fucking CONTEST, people! Goddamn Nazis. I'll show you sidewalk sharing. I can play your stupid little game. Next time someone tries to walk by me on the sidewalk I'm just going to full-out tackle them.

On a lighter and less abrasive note, I have come across a curious picture. It's of my parents when they were in college. (hey, that's my age! wow, Mr. Narrator, sir!) Anyway, the reason I bring it up is because everyone's always telling me how much I look like my mom. And I think I might have been told ONCE that I looked like my dad, but most people shake their heads, "no.. nope, you're definitely a clone of your mom." Well, I'm totally here to prove those people wrong. It's not that I don't like looking like my mom, but I am in no way her "clone." In fact, I think I am a pretty solid mix of the two.

Case in point:

First off, my mom kinda looks like Marsha Brady, and my dad kinda looks like Mick Jagger.
Kind of weird to think of what they could produce.

The result:

Not the best photo, but.... you get the idea.

Mom: Color of eyes, teeth, cheekbones, skin, hair, general aura, intuition.
Dad: Shape of eyes, nose (the feminine version...), laugh lines, lips, ability to tan, fashion sense.

And apparently I have my mom's "attitude" and my dad's "work ethic."

So, there you have it, kids. Proof that my mom didn't have me by immaculate conception. I'm as mixed as a mix can be. So lay off the "you're a clone" comments.

Now, back to work.

QUOTE OF THE DAY:
GanglyWhiteBoy: show a picture of you doing activity X as a kiddo then the same or similar thing when you were 19
GanglyWhiteBoy: like, you pointing at a horse as a child
GanglyWhiteBoy: and then you stabbing a hobo in the throat as a 20 something
GanglyWhiteBoy: cause / effect

Tie Me Here in Time

So I've been thinking about the L.A. Internship program this summer. If I can somehow get it for freeeee.... I think it would be a no brainer. Perhaps I can try to get a scholarship! There's an idea! But that sounds like so much work... I wonder if I could hire someone to do it for me... for free!

I am trying to find cheap tickets to Hong Kong for Christmas Break and it is proving to be extremely difficult. Ideally, I would like to stop and see Drea on the way. That would be MOST EXCELLENT. But, again, the prices are obstacular. (I just made that word up, and I think I like it). How awesome would my Christmas be, though, if I could do those things? I miss Connor Killian soo very much. (and Matthew Killian.. but... let's face it, mostly Connor Killian.) In fact, I am thinking about kidnapping him and taking him with me back to the states. He can live under my bed and I will feed him pizza.

Speaking of things related to my father, I just had a nice conversation with Mr. MLK. Turns out some company in Tokyo would now like to offer him some moneys to work for THEM. Well well well. Look what we have here. I say MOVE TO TOKYO! So I asked him if he was going to consider it. And this is what he said:

"Well... I'm not afraid to admit... I'm a little bit slutty. It's like... I've already got a date for prom... but ... the quarterback just asked me what I was doing Friday night."

That's dad-talk for "i'm considering it, maybe. slyly, without my current company knowing." Pretty fun! I want him to move to Tokyo. Yayayay. That would be swell. Then I could go to Tokyo and see all the places I used to know and use my very poor Japanese-language skills. It might rock the party that rocks my body. But whatever makes him happy makes me happy. More often than not, the real winner isn't the STD-ridden really hot quarterback, but the realtively cute, kinda shy, but sincere nice guy who was first to ask you to the prom. Funny how that works.

And... end scene.

PS. I found a way to make my screenplay work. Thank god. Now I just have to basically re-write most of the scenes. Frigging-A. Heart.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
Robo Mongo: ONLY KEITH AND SESTAK MAY FUCK WITH THE KILLIAN!
Robo Mongo: NO ONE ELSE!
Robo Mongo: YOU'RE MY BITCH!!