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round up and clean up 2009-09-17 11:36 p.m. Knackered! The past 48 hours has been grueling. Yesterday my mom, Donny and I woke up at 5 to start driving down to Southern California. I figured may as well get it over with, my mom had the ulterior motive of stopping in LA to shop for wigs, and Donny didn't want to go at all. It was strange: I forgot that it was 9 am when we made a pit stop and bought tacos and curly fries. Brekkers of champions! I drove the first two-thirds, then Donny took over. My mom woke me up from my nap in the back by screeching at Donny for getting lost in LA. She kept saying there was a specific wig shop whose name she couldn't remember, on a street she couldn't remember, in a neighborhood she couldn't remember. She kept naming different vague things about LA that wouldn't help pinpoint the location: "I remember a guy on stilts! And the stars on the ground." We got to Irvine around 3 pm after finally finding the stupid shop (she didn't even end up buying anything) and lunch where else but Little Saigon. I "moved in" to Nima's place where I'm sharing a room, but was unable to unpack much more than "accessories" (leather gloves and fishnet gloves, when did I get those?) and shoes. Ordinarily I'm really good about packing, efficient and all, but this time I forgot some essentials such as shampoo and hangers. All my clothes are still in my luggage, and I'm just pulling things out each day to get dressed. As per usual, I didn't go to sleep until late, 5 am wakeup and 4 hours driving be damned. I woke up at 10 am today to run errands and then head over to the Park West apartment to see the damage done by the subletters and clean up. God, these subletters have been giving me so much grief. I'm convinced that the guy who rented my room was going to run out on September rent, but luckily he underestimated my determination and aggression. He said he couldn't pay at the start of the month, so uncharacteristically I decided to be benevolent. I covered rent for him until he said he could pay, but he stopped returning my emails and calls. I went to the apartment last night to sneak attack him and demand my money, but he said he had already moved out! After a few threats, I managed to get him to go to the ATM and withdraw the due amount, and give me his address to pick up directly. Asshole. When I saw the room today, it took my breath away. The lights had been left on all night, and there was a general harried look that convinced me he tried to make a quick getaway. There was still a brownie on a plate, towel on the floor, so much trash and worst of all, female underwear that did not belong to me. I wanted to keel over and die. Still do. My mom and I spent three hours on our hands and knees cleaning out the apartment. She toiled in the kitchen and did the boys' bathroom while I cleaned my room and did the carpet throughout. Donny barely helped; he and his roommate were just in and out, scavenging the furniture. It's finally done, and we just have to make sure the carpet looks clean in the light tomorrow morning. For all her troubles, I'm taking mum to the Cabazon outlets - and so what if it so happens to be right next to the dinosaurs and casinos? I told Nima I'd try to gamble and win enough money to buy Beatles Rock Band. I've never been a fan of regular Rock Band or its predecessor Guitar Hero. Danny and Carlos got the Beatles kit a few days ago, and to our surprise, Alison and I actually loved it. It's a bigger surprise for her because she dislikes all video games, whereas I've actually jumped on my brother's computer during LAN parties whenever he ran downstairs for a snack. All the nerds would start complaining and wondering why "he" suddenly sucked for three or four minutes, hah! Besides playing Beatles Rock Band all night, Alison and I also made a video the next day to enter a contest that kind of turned out to be an homage to what has really turned out to be Our Summer. At the start of summer, I joked that Alison and Anton were competing to see who would hang out with me the most. For three weeks, I saw at least one of them everyday, usually alternating, like lovers. Alison and I had a running joke that we kept doing sappy things together that counted as dates. For reference, see: her post. It was pretty fitting that we would end on such a truly truly truly crazy note. Really. Need any more emphasis? I described as much to Nima when we were catching up on each other's summers. I foresee a lot of hours this year sprawled out on the carpet in front of Nima's room this year, making weird sounds and even weirder conversation. But yes, this summer has been relatively successful. That's exactly what I said to Nima, verbatim. I told him about our video, some surprising but delightful stalking accomplishments, and my summer project. Nima was alarmed that I referred to a love interest as a "project" - speaks volumes about me psychologically - and then even more so when I graded my work on Little Drummer Boy as "just a B". It was my last to be irresponsible and young, and I lived it up to just the right amount, I'd say. I probably should have blogged more throughout, for the memories, but meh, too late. Here, make do with short captions to pictures to try to piece together this puzzling, crazy summer:
Thai is still obsessed with San Fran, and I went with him a couple of times. Only in San Fran could you find a apple green building, and only I would have just the right tights to blend in.
Every year we make Willis throw up and get him a bear-related present.
You know that you're hanging out with your friends too much when you show up in coordinated outfits.
Saw Ryan for an Emeryville minute (ooh ooh ooooh). Dressed himself in bleeding madras.
Jimmy would wake up and sneak out of his bed every night to hang out with me when I would stay up til four am.
Coordinated outfits part II. Very lesbianic, what with the blazers.
We were "out on the town" in downtown San Jose. Our plan was to try to get into this n0t0ri0us vietnamese nightclub where the men wear socks with their flip-flops a la Kevin Federline and the women wear no more than a yard of fabric total a la prostitutes. The clientele is 40+. That night was tranny night, with "performers" billed, so there was an outrageous cover that we refused to pay.
Though we didn't get in, we kept the vietnamese spirit alive, squatting and throwing up the VL (vieT LunatiXX) sign.
This was the itinerary for our Wild Rumpus through M-town.
I sewed this in a day and fifty minutes. Chyeah, son!
Being K.O. September was supposed to be epic: Arctic Monkeys, Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Phoenix(!!) in a week. I'm still not over missing Phoenix. I'm tearing up thinking about it.
To mushroom cap it all, I got a tragic haircut. So far I've described it as like a mushroom, Tim Burton's Willy Wonka, peasant boy, and a fifth Beatle too ugly to be included. And, you know, too young/not born. It's not even one yet, but I think I'll have to get to bed. I'm so very tired.
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