This is going in my memory box for when I need a laugh.
Friday, November 5, 2010 / 6:59 PM
I spent the night at Mal's and I cooked for them all (some of the boys and Shawnee). That's a lot of chicken. I've only been there twice but today, after hearing that I never watched Friday (that stupid movie with Ice Cube), Don't Be A Menace To South Central While Drinking Your Juice in da Hood (the same guys that made White Chicks) and Starship Troopers (I don't know what the fuck), they decided to make me watch all three. Notice the theme of the 90's. They seem to be baffled by the fact that I grew up in South America, wandering between Argentina, Ecuador and Brazil, that I didn't have time to watch all the 90's cannon.
They made it a joke that during that I was hanging out in the mountains that whole time... after the little rant I made a few nights ago (see Happy Fucking Second of November entry). Pretty funny stuff. I almost cried laughing.
Anyhow.
At one point during the night after everyone had gone and I was ready to faceplant on their broke-ass futon, might have been five in the morning, I realized I really, really had to pee. Without looking at anything, I go to their bathroom, and closet the door. After I was done, I'm reaching for the doorknob and I feel nothing. There is no doorknob on that side. It's the most hillbilly contraption I've ever seen.
I'm not sure for how long I stood there contemplating what the hell I was gonna do since I've never been stuck in a bathroom before.
It was also five in the morning so I was actually planning some crazy ideas that involved forks and climbing out the window. Last ditch effort, I grab the... thing that's sticking out, twist hard to the right... then to the left and bam. It opens.
This is a you-had-to-be-there scenario, I think. I mean... I forget how long I stood there staring at the doorknob.
Anyway. Netflix time.
Carlos has a barcrawling plan for tonight with all of his friends. I left my fake in TX with my Jessie and... yeah it's not happening.
ogni cuore
ha il suo dolore
If you're here, you've somehow managed to stumble across my blog. The word blog makes me think of snooty fashionistas in
New York writing about their later escapades in their pink Mercedes so we'll just call this the place were Ria (yours truly)
can spit out whatever the hell she wants with no responsibility or thought about who she might be offending.
Also, if you're reading this, you might want to know a few things. This is my fifth attempt at successfully keeping a record of my thoughts and doings
- after a few LiveJournals, a former Blog (if you peek around you might find it), and a few paper journals - so, I figure this might be the last chance
I'll give myself to write everyday - if not possible then every other day - about what's going on through my head.
N
o, you're not handcuffed to a chair. You may leave if you will. Go watch porn.
My basic goal with this is to try to flesh out the philosophies, memories, thoughts that make me - me.
Truthfully, I just want to write again. I miss it.
omnes relinquite spes
o vos intrantes
Nel mezzo del camin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura
che la diritta via era smarrita.
Ahi quanto a dir qual era è cosa dura
esta selva selvaggia e aspra e forte,
che nel pensier rinuova la paura!
Tant 'e amara che poco è più morte;
ma per trattar del ben ch'i' vi trovai,
dirò del altre cose ch'i' v'ho scorte.
Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy. Inferno
and tonight
the stars revolt
