soundtrack: eww... there's nothing on tv...
man, i'm tired.
i saw people today that i didn't expect to see at all. as i stepped out of the car of the lady whose children i'm babysitting (i didn't have a car today), a 1996 toyota corrola stops in the middle of the street and beeps. i could hardly believe my eyes; it was a high school friend of mine that lives in my neighborhood (and ironically goes to UMBC, one of the smallest schools in the state (but expanding exponentially), where i never see her). after we exchanged numbers for the nth time (her number is still in my phone book), i went inside to relax a bit before crispy came to pick me up to practice (because apparently, bbq has MCAT class; since when did this child want to go to medical school or try? try for $1000? i saved myself the money...).
suddenly, there was a knock on the door. i knew it wasn't crispy yet and timon said that a strange man was at the door. and he let him in. at first, i was just staring at him, wondering what compelled timon to let this stranger in the house. 'hey chi, what's up?' he said. and then it all came flooding back... my god, PH. the guy i knew when i moved to MD in 1985. the guy who got me in trouble in elementary school. the guy who claimed the FBI were after him and his parents because he saw a helicopter peering through his living room window (uh huh... i still don't believe that one). actually, the last time i saw him was about 3 years ago; he was going to farm for the rest of his life. now, he's going to school at MC (community college) and trying to find a job since the last one he quit this monday (because the girl he was lusting after said, "umm... NO."). i can't believe he still remembered where we live.
you see? i know amusing people; i have amusing friends.
i didn't plan for crispy to meet PH, but she did and they instantly clicked, much to my surprise. crispy and i left after al got home to the metro station near by to pick up a friend before we set off to UMBC. it ended up that nobody, yes NOBODY, came. i feel so bad for crispy since she lives in largo and she had to come get me and then her friend is in DC and she had to take the metro up to maryland suburbia. please people: if you really don't want to come, don't promise to come. that's just lame. and write stuff down too; the 'i forgot' excuse is played out. anyways, we made the most of the situation; we sang old school jams all the way back home.
even though i'm tired, i'm waiting for crispy to call so i know that she got back safe and is not out on the road somewhere in a car accident.
this was a good blog, yes?
peace for you and your family.
man, i'm tired.
i saw people today that i didn't expect to see at all. as i stepped out of the car of the lady whose children i'm babysitting (i didn't have a car today), a 1996 toyota corrola stops in the middle of the street and beeps. i could hardly believe my eyes; it was a high school friend of mine that lives in my neighborhood (and ironically goes to UMBC, one of the smallest schools in the state (but expanding exponentially), where i never see her). after we exchanged numbers for the nth time (her number is still in my phone book), i went inside to relax a bit before crispy came to pick me up to practice (because apparently, bbq has MCAT class; since when did this child want to go to medical school or try? try for $1000? i saved myself the money...).
suddenly, there was a knock on the door. i knew it wasn't crispy yet and timon said that a strange man was at the door. and he let him in. at first, i was just staring at him, wondering what compelled timon to let this stranger in the house. 'hey chi, what's up?' he said. and then it all came flooding back... my god, PH. the guy i knew when i moved to MD in 1985. the guy who got me in trouble in elementary school. the guy who claimed the FBI were after him and his parents because he saw a helicopter peering through his living room window (uh huh... i still don't believe that one). actually, the last time i saw him was about 3 years ago; he was going to farm for the rest of his life. now, he's going to school at MC (community college) and trying to find a job since the last one he quit this monday (because the girl he was lusting after said, "umm... NO."). i can't believe he still remembered where we live.
you see? i know amusing people; i have amusing friends.
i didn't plan for crispy to meet PH, but she did and they instantly clicked, much to my surprise. crispy and i left after al got home to the metro station near by to pick up a friend before we set off to UMBC. it ended up that nobody, yes NOBODY, came. i feel so bad for crispy since she lives in largo and she had to come get me and then her friend is in DC and she had to take the metro up to maryland suburbia. please people: if you really don't want to come, don't promise to come. that's just lame. and write stuff down too; the 'i forgot' excuse is played out. anyways, we made the most of the situation; we sang old school jams all the way back home.
even though i'm tired, i'm waiting for crispy to call so i know that she got back safe and is not out on the road somewhere in a car accident.
this was a good blog, yes?
peace for you and your family.
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