March 25th, 2003

mr. robin

Video games and Frank and the old Raritan and the Jersey shore and hot air balloons

I should write in my LiveJournal more often.

Today I didn't go home for lunch, to watch stupid vampires try to decide between stupid former Playmates who are really the same person. Instead, I stayed at work and ate at the picnic table outside. Crystal and I went to Wawa and got meatball hoagies. I had a Junior and she had a Shorti. I had oregano on mine. It tasted very, very good. Crystal had forgotten her wallet today so she asked me to buy cigarettes for her and I did. She smokes Parliament Menthol Lights. I was carded.

We ate outside, and Ruth was there, as well as this kid TJ who is getting married in August and also is buying a house, and this woman Stacy. We talked about kids these days, and how they're all having sex way too early, among other things. It's depressing so I don't want to think about it any more. Ruth and Stacey are divorced, TJ is getting married, and Crystal is not. But Crystal says that she can't wait to get married, and she can't wait to have kids. I don't think that way, but I'm glad she does, and it makes me happy. Somebody's got to do it.

It was so nice outside. So bright. When I came back in I couldn't see anything, it was so bright out.

I sure would like to work outside again! That would be the best.

I get to pick up Zelda tonight. Last night I started playing Animal Crossing, finally. Culann got it for me for my birthday, did I say that already? I named my character Edward, and she's a girl. I named the town Tabr. I was wandering around the town at one in the morning, and all of the little animals were ticked off that I was waking them up at such a godawful hour. They told me to go home and go to bed. They still gave me tasks to do and stuff, though, thank goodness. I have a mortgage to pay off! I'm in the hole to Tom Nook in a big way. And I have some cherries I can sell, but I work for Tom Nook part-time to pay off my mortgage, and Nook is like the only game in town, only he doesn't do business with his employees! Man, it's like I'm an indentured servant over here.

Just because I'm talking about a video game doesn't mean I don't have a lot going on. I do! On Saturday I went up to Ill's Half-Assed-Costume Birthday Party. I was a koopa paratroopa. Ill and Sarah were the White Stripes. Mambo was Vincent Vega. They live so close to a diner, that you can walk there when you're drunk and be there in less than five minutes. Amazing! I had mozzarella sticks.

The next day Mambo stayed in bed for twelve million years because he had had too much gin. Dave left out the back door while I was on his front steps making a phone call (the jerk). Mambo and I went to a park on the banks of the old Raritan. I had a pretzel which was crispy and good, and also an Italian Ice in a plastic cup. I didn't get a straw or a spoon, so I was squeezing the cup to get the ice to go to the top, and it cracked, and I got syrup all over my shirt and jeans. Luckily it was a pink shirt.

On Sunday night I watched Donnie Darko. I hadn't seen it before. Then last night we watched the commentary. It makes . . . a surprising amount of sense. I mean, the filmmaker, somebody Kelley, he made up this set of rules, and the story follows the rules pretty closely. All you have to do is read the bits from The Philosophy of Time Travel that are on the website. Then pretty much the only question is, who's in charge? Who sent Frank? But that's it.

Man, Frank. Unfortunately, he no longer scares the shit out of me. He sure as hell did the first time I watched it, though.

Oh and on Friday I went on that date I may have mentioned in passing. I was really late: first I was moderately late, and then I ran into traffic caused by a car fire. I was at a standstill for about 45 minutes. A guy in a truck in the next lane got out and took a piss and came back. If I had left on time, I probably would not have gotten stuck in the traffic. Also, I wore a T-shirt in the car, because I didn't want to wear the nice shirt I was going to wear for an hour and a half before I even got there. I changed when the traffic started moving again. I was topless on the Garden State Parkway for a brief moment, but nobody noticed. So yeah, I was late. We went to a restaurant and I drank a lot of wine. Also I think I talked a lot, which I do when I'm nervous. I had Malaysian Spicy Chicken and it was realllllly good and then I forgot the goddamned leftovers, god damn me.

So it's warm out, you guys. This is the time of the year when you say to yourself that you're going to go to the shore this year, a lot, like every weekend, you mean it this time. I went two or three times last year, I think. I like the beach okay . . . but I burn so easily, it becomes a real hassle. I like to go and sit on the boardwalk and put quarters on the boards and see who picks them up. I like to people-watch.

On the way home from Rutgers I saw some balloons, of the hot-air variety. Adam at work, his parents are somehow involved in ballooning, like they have one or something, so I said something to him, and he said that the balloonists I saw were the people he grew up around.

I want to go to a ballooning festival this summer. Who's with me?
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Oh, also I talked on the phone to my mom for a half an hour on Saturday. We talked about boys and the Dune miniseries and Easter baskets. I sure do love my moms. Just like all of you guys do.
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I just woke up from a pretty unsettling dream.

It had a song in the background. It's in my head, but I can't figure out the words. It's probably from theDonnie Darko sound track, that would make sense. I wonder if I'll figure out what it is before I forget it.

It was Halloween, and I was getting ready. I was re-using the dress from my Medusa costume a few years back. So maybe it was another Half-Assed Costume party, because that was my other option when I was deciding what to wear for that, in real life.

The most disturbing part was that there was this guy watching me, a classic movie-type villain with cameras in my house and talking to me via IM and trying to freak me out. The scary part was that my brother headed straight to him, because the bad guy was in the place my brother thought I was supposed to be, so he headed there before I realized my error. I talked to the guy on IM while he messed with Sean's head and tried to freak him out. I tried to stay calm as I put together my costume. There were loads of people in my house, but I didn't tell any of them what was going on. Eventually I finished putting my costume together and the guy let Sean go, I could see him walking down the city street to my fancy hotel room.

He got there and I was so happy that he was safe. I tried to play it off as an "adventure," because apparently I had had to deal with this villain many times before. Sean was wearing a colorful costume, but I don't remember what it was.

Also disconcerting was near the beginning of the dream, before everybody else got there. Manning was there, and he was putting together a webpage for all the pictures I had taken at the first part of the Halloween party, the night before. He took over the entire http://littlewashu.livejournal.com address, which kind of bothered me because it was his work not mine, y'know? But that wasn't the scary part, the scary part was that he was trying to tell me something, his voice was so quiet that I had to keep asking him to repeat himself. My guests started to arrive to get their costumes ready, before I could make out what he was trying to tell me. I pulled Manning into another room and said "what, what were you trying to say?" and he said "forget it" and I said "no tell me" and he told me that he was just . . . sad. That totally freaked me out. I mean, I'm sure Manning gets sad sometimes, but I won't ever see it, I don't think. The idea that someone so stoic and strong was so lost that they turned to me was terrifying, it meant that something absoultely horrible had happened.

Man, it just leaves such a bad taste in my chest, that dream. And the song that's still in my head. Even though it's creeping me out and I should try to get rid of it, part of me wants to know what it is.

Also one time I looked down from my hotel window, and saw this guy I used to work with at Amtrak. The hotel was right on a boardwal, and ths guy Dave was standing there in a denim tuxedo jacket, tails. He was the maitre 'd of a tourist boat, or whatever the nautical, boat-enthusiast version of a maitre d' is. And I pointed him out to my parents, and they lamented at how badly things have been going at Amtrak, that this is the only place he could get a job.

There's a lot more to the dream that I can't remember so well.

Man, that dream. And then to wake up to an empty house . . . I should go play Zelda, maybe my brain was punishing me for not playing it as soon as I got home.