This Weekend...
What happened this weekend, you ask? No, you proabably didn't, but I'm going to tell you anyways. Just out of the cruelty of my heart.
FADE TO: Last Monday Afternoon
As you have read in "Why Today Fucking Sucked", I got a perscription for that thing on my eye. The pills require that I do not ingest anything with iron in them, and one thing I normally have with iron are my Magnesium Vitamins. These vitamins are taken to reduce the risk of migraine headaches, which if you've kept track of the site, you'd know that I get a lot of them. But anyways, I stop taking the magnesiums for a few days, up to Friday, when the weekend was about to start. I'm ready to go to X-2 once again, this time with Matt and Kyle. But in 6th period, I feel a migraine coming on. Wow, what superb timing! So in 6th period (english), we were reading part of Julius Caeser, and my role was of Brutus. My migraines start off with a blackening (or flashing) in my eyes, so it was fun trying to try to look around black spots while reading out loud. I'm just glad my tongue hadn't gone numb yet. So the period ends, and we go to the last period, History, with a big test waiting for us. By the time the test started, my judgement was impared and my headache was ripping through my eye sockets, but I think that I actually did a decent job on the test, meaning that I recognized a few of the topics in the questions. But I made it through, and when school was out, it had appeared that Chaz-O invited Sean to go see X-2 with us. I was surprised, both at how stupid Chaz-O was, and that Sean was willing to go. You see, there was a field-trip to New York, upon which Sean did an inappropriate thing or two and got a suspension for one day. I don't know how that led to Chaz-O inviting him over, but it happened.
To begin with, Chaz-O said that if he said shut up while he was driving, we had to shut up. So the whole car ride, sean and I were screaming out the window to people on the side of the road. Chaz was a little mad, but eh... Then we got to Chaz-O's house, and Sean steals a video game or two, writes anus on a magnet, and throws an old Shakespeare book out the window. Chaz is piping mad, and when we get in the car to go to the movies, Chaz puts in Mr. Bungle. Sean yells "What the fuck is Mr. Bung-Hole?" the whole ride, which sort of leads to Chaz-O LOCKING HIS KEYS IN THE CAR when we get to the cinemas. Whoo, we had a laugh there. We get in the theater, and when the ticket guy asks "How many people?", Chaz says, "Five." We all laughed for about ten minutes, because there was clearly not five people in our party. Geez, DUHR.
After the movies, we have Sean call his dad to pick us up at the theater (Chaz's keys being locked in the car, along with our bags). We go to Sean's for about half an hour and jump on the trampoline, the whole time I was saying "I am Kurt Vaugna, but in the Munik sarkis they called me 'the amaaazink nitecrowler'". It probably got annoying, but I don't really care. Sean's dad drove us back to Chaz's house, where his car was sitting in the driveway. Wow, it was there the whole time!
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that Chaz invited Sean to sleep over, which I was entirely surpised by. You see, Sean hates Chaz. But anyways, nothing was stolen or broken in the end, and it ended up being very entertaining. Comedian Todd Glass was on, and we all got a good laugh. But then some ugly comedian that looks like a mix of David Bowie and Bette Midler did some incredibly stupid shit that was not funny at all. We changed it in two seconds. It just wasn't funny, man. Not funny at all.
We first went out for pizza, just walking down the road, getting a bacon pizza (per my request). It was cool, but it was too small. So a bit later, we went down to McQuade's and bought cherry ice cream and chocolate shell, which totally kicked ass. It was great. Oh man, life is so great. Ask any of us... Whew.
So around 12 or so, I can't remember, I got to sleep in Wynne's bed, while Chaz's cat Pablo sat on my head and ate my hair. He's one fat mofo with a 'tude. After about an hour of struggling, he finally moved somewhere else and I was able to sleep. And I would have sworn to you that his cat George was dead, because I touched him several times and he didn't so much as flinch. I didn't want a dead cat next to my head... but in the morning he was somewhere else.
When we woke up, Kyle left. So the remaining three of us went to "Candy Galore" and bought candy. What stoners we must have looked like, walking through the park with long hair, long clothes, and bags of candy in our hands... But only Sean is a stoner, so I feel unjustified. It was so cool though; I got sour "nightcrawler"s simply because of the name. Though I probably would have gotten them just the same were they called "britecrawler"s. They tasted better than the Trolli versions though, with one that tasted a bit like an apricot... but I was anxious to get to the "tongue painter"s. Damn, I must sound like a stoner, too.
Wheee! Skip a few hours, and I'm on my way home! I get into my room, and what do I find? A brand new Nightcrawler "super poseable" figure. SWEET ASS. Also, two new figures part of my "Nosferatu" and "Cabinet of Dr. Caligari" toys: a figure of Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde (1920), and oldschool Frankenstein (1910)! I didn't even know there was a Frankenstein movie before the Boris Karloff version in the thirties... But anyways, the figures kick ass and they're on my desk (with the exception of 'kurt wagner'), who is suspended on my wall. So things ended up being some of the most kickass times I've had recently. Yay.
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