so here i sit in front of my computer, probably for the last time in awhile…i’m kinda interested to see what i can and can’t do once i get this surgury done. i’m kinda making it out to be worse than it is in my head i think, but man, i have to spen like 12 to 15 hours a day on this funny looking machine that flexes my knee for me. just got it fitted today, looks like its gonna be an uncomfortable for a week. i swear, i am one of the most kinetic people ever. basically my biggest fear ever is being forced to sit int he same place for an extended period of time. i cannot sit still, i’m always playing with something in my pocket, something to keep my body doing something. i mean, on the drive home i spent most of it chewing on a fingernail, and i noticed that i wasn’t doing any of the other tapping, squirming, singing, and anythign else i would do to keep me occupied. i’ve always noticed that at movies, i’m like the only one adjusting my position. like everyone else is just still and sit during the entire movie, but i shift my weight, slouch, un-slouch, stretch, etc. i remember back in 10th grade where our teacher made us sit in one place for the period because we were watching a video about how some POW’s were treated and they had to sit in a little cage not much bigger than 4 feet by 4 feet, so they couldn’t stretch out. i remember by halfway through class i was about ready to explode. at the end of class, i wanted to scream. i’d probably tear out my throat with my bare hands rather than deal with a fate like that…

speaking of movies, i managed to stay awake for XXX this time and it was the greatest summer movie ever. hands down. i was laughing the entire movie, pretty much in amusement. i remember at the point where he held on to that cross bar and got above that avalanche while everyone else got owned. it was dead silent in the theater while he was about to hit that moment where you know his hand is going to come out of the snow, and i just wanted to put both my hands in the air and scream at the top of my lungs. it just seemed like it would have been appropriate if i had just been cheering on vin like he could hear me throughout the movie. i laughed so hard when those russian guards were talkign though:

Russian Dude #1: How’s it going?

Russian Dude #2: Life is shit.

Russian Dude #1: Well, what are you gonna do?

god, that was fucking genius writing. you can’t just pull this stuff out of your ass, you gotta think it through and admire it.

good god, what a surreal weekend, lots of misfortune, but i didn’t really notice it for some reason. i mean, friday i got my cd player jacked at some point in the night, on saturday i got jacked for 70 bucks while trying to buy slayer tickets, then today the starter on my car died while i was in bellingham so i had to have someone hotwire it for me so i could get back down here before 4 to get fitted for that knee flexing machine. i don’t care about any of it though, like it didn’t ruin my weekend. friday was just some low key buffoonery with just chilling drinking, and wanderin. then on saturday i went and hung around with blake in the afternoon and just got blastedly shibby as i tend to do when i’m with him. wandered home because i was supposed to go out shopping with my dad, but that kinda got blown off, so i met up with adam, mikey, and adam’s little bro and his friend, steve and grant. we tried to get into slayer but of course it was sold out, so we went freestyle walking for a bit. so we were running around for a bit, we got some drinks at gameworks, and decided to freestyle walk some more back in the direction of the paramount. so we ran into some guy who said he could get us tickets. i really don’t want to go over that whole jacking thing cause it basically happened because i was drunk and the idiot factor that goes along with it. i’m still pissed at myself for being so goddamn stupid. but yeah we decided then that we needed to take the 14 year olds to hooters so we went to the one on lake union and got some food and ogled the beautiful ladies in their very tight clothes, it was rad. steve and his friend were stammering and shit and could barley order their food. it was rad. the waitress came up and started pulling up her shirt to cover her cleavage and told them that she could do that everytime they talked to them so she wouldn’t embaress them. it was rad.

so adam dropped me and mikey off at home here and we sat around chilling for a bit, watched teh royal tenebaums and spent like 2 hours writing, that was rad.

moved into bellingham, pretty much everything now, just some clothes sticking around here now. hung around with john and joshi most of the night, that was rad, they went with me to see triple x, and got osme beer and shit and spent the night drinking, and making a great 7 layer dip, and watchign the waterboy, wudar. but yeah my starter pretty much got stripped when i tried to start it this morning, so one of john and joshi’s friend hotwired it for me, it was rad. he stuck a flathead screwdriver in one end of an extension cord and put the plug on the starter to bridge it and then put the screwdriver on the positive node. it was so rad. but yeah, good thing it didn’t happen in seattle or something, that probably would have sucked, now i don’t have to worry bout it cause i ain’t driving no more.

so yeah this weeked was really strange to me. io just didn’t give a dman abou tanything, nothing bothered me at all over the weekend, despite all the loss, and shit. i just felt kinda numb about it all i suppose. it was rad. damn, there’s alot of people i still wanted to see before i got incapacitated but i suppose those people will just have to be put on hold….oh well, i’m sure they won’t care much anyways…it would have been nice to hang around with spencer again though.

what does not kill me, can only make me strogner