Fischerspooner

I can't remember how many years ago it was. Possibly 5. However many years ago it was that the Yeah Yeah Yeahs played a show at The Phoenix with TV On The Radio. When I was going to buy the tickets to the show and asked Sergio if he wanted to come, he said only on the condition that if Fischerspooner came to town, I would accompany him. I agreed. 5 years later, I'm finally going to live up to the promise. Fischerspooner come to town June 1.
I'm hoping Casey Spooner's outfit rips off during 'Emerge'.

Watch

I wore my dad's watch today. I've had a small interest in getting a watch this year. Nothing wrong with digging in my pockets for my cell phone to check the time, but a little bit of class couldn't hurt either.
I looked in the mirror and realized I look ridiculous. I'm not classy enough for a watch. I looked like exactly what I was: a guy wearing his dad's watch.

At least checking the time today was a lot more convenient than using my cell phone.

Soup and homework

My parents have a habit of buying a lot of certain foods and then storing the majority of them in the basement, where they are promptly forgotten. Like tins of soup. We rarely drink soup in our household.
My dad is also the kind of person who is pretty lax with expiry dates. I'm the complete opposite. It's because of his lack of concern for expiry dates that led to 3 out of 4 members of my family (myself included) getting food poisoning one weekend. Since then, I've never really trusted him completely with food.
Today, we had clam chowder with our dinner. I knew it was from one of the tins in the basement. The question was how long it had been down there. He knows what I'm like when I refuse to eat something; he knows it's because I don't trust him. He gets kind of offended. So I ate my soup gingerly. Then I checked the can afterward.
September 2007. I had to ask Sergio for his opinion.
"Dude, do you think September 2007 is the expiry date or the date it was packaged?"
"That's the expiry date, dude"
I'm waiting for the onslaught of diarrhea.

As for Sergio, I helped him with his math homework today. His new trade is carpentry and he's currently in school for it. He had difficulty with it and since I'm Asian, he asked me for help.
"This will take only half an hour to an hour of your time. Then I'll be out of your way"
He showed up maybe 40 minutes later (after promising he'd be here in 20 minutes).
"So dude, I was thinking...how about you just kill it for me and then on the weekend, explain it all to me?"
"Wait...so you want me to do your homework for you?"
I agreed to it only for purposes of saving time. I have a midterm tomorrow to study for and it'd be quicker to just do it for him and get it out of the way. The problem was when he said it would take anywhere from half an hour to an hour; I had assumed he was talking about in terms of difficulty rather than the number of questions I had to do. The work itself was really easy, but there was something like 10 pages to do.
"Dude, this is all due tomorrow?"
"Yeah"
"And when did you get this?"
"Monday"
It really did take an hour. His teacher will probably notice the handwriting changes from Sergio's to mine two pages in, but according to Sergio, his teacher doesn't care.

Anyway, I'm going to study now.

Sincerest form of flattery?

Apparently, it's really easy to imitate me. Here are the steps:

1) Wear a pair of glasses. Preferably thick ones.

2) Wear a cardigan. Bonus points if you're actually wearing one of mine.

3) Slouch. Slouching is important.

4) Make a stupid face. The stupid face isn't important, but it makes it obvious that it's an imitation rather than you sincerely wearing glasses and a cardigan while slouching.

Bonus:

5) If it's winter, constantly wipe your nose with a tissue and occasionally reuse your snot rags.

These are all the steps my friends usually take to imitating me. Sometimes, they won't even do all the steps; they'll sometimes just slouch and say "I'm Darren" and it'll be enough to get laughs. Thanks guys.

I couldn't resist

Random fact #26

26) Since I don't take any iron supplements for my iron deficiency, I'm usually burnt out around 3-5 pm (depending on what I've done during the day). I usually use this time to nap and recharge. If you disturb me during this time, I can get pretty cranky. If I'm in one of my phases where I have trouble sleeping and can't nap, I will also be equally cranky. So you've been warned.

I'm going back to sleep. Don't wake me up.

Coffee

Back in university, when Sharon and I had an ongoing war to pay for each others coffees, she had mentioned that she considered knowing how someone takes their coffee to be an important part of a relationship. I agree with her.

I take mine like Mr. Wolf from Pulp Fiction: lots of cream, lots of sugar.

So...how do you take yours?

Lasaniya

While waiting for the bus today, I noticed a flyer for Angel's Famous Pizza And Deli Inc.

At the bottom of the flyer, it read "Pasta and lasaniya also available".

It slowly grew on me

Heyl/McIsaac

Mark will probably call shenanigans on this, but thankfully, he doesn't read this. This video is here for no other reason than because Shane Heyl (the loud guy in the jacket) kind of reminds me of Mark. The mannerisms, not in terms of looks. Does anyone else see this?

$40

So last night at Lindsay's charity kegger, there was a people auction. Like a date auction, only the person has to be the winner's bitch for a day. I didn't sign up to be auctioned off (doing someone's chores or being their butler doesn't appeal to me), but surprisingly, I was in high demand (by all my male friends and possibly none of my female friends). So I auctioned myself off. I ended up being sold for $40, which is really flattering. I was the most expensive person sold.
Too bad it was Sergio who won me. Even worse, he says he'll use me when he needs to move heavy stuff. I guess he forgot I'm about as strong as an 8 year old girl.
On the bright side, I bought Jocelyn for $20. I most likely won't make any use of it and will just hang out with her.

I think I'm getting too old for parties. I can't pound back beers and even when I take it easy like I did last night, I still get headaches by the end of the night. Alcohol doesn't loosen me up anymore anyway, so I'm just as awkward as I usually am. But with a headache. I kind of wish I had made more use of the first half of my twenties.

Sleep last night was amazing. You know it's good when you try really hard to wake up, but just fall asleep easily within seconds. Borderline comatose.

Facebook

I can't stand the majority of the people in my program. There are only a small handful of people I find tolerable. Probably because they're like me; they keep to themselves, show up to class, take notes and leave as soon as it's over.

So imagine how much I grimace when I get Facebook friend requests from some of my classmates. It's sort of a Seinfeld/Curb Your Enthusiasm thing; on paper, it really shouldn't be that big of a deal, but it plays out a lot more differently in real life. I can't deny the request, because then I'll look like a dick and since I see some of them every day, it'll just be awkward. But I personally can't stand the fact that I'm calling some of these assholes my friends, even if it's just on Facebook. Even some of the people that I can tolerate, I wonder why they want to be Facebook friends to begin with; we never speak to each other and even now that we're Facebook friends, we still haven't spoken. I'm surprised the majority of these people even know my name.

Anyway, not much I can do about it. I'll just have to let my list of friends get cluttered up. As if real life wasn't filled with enough shitty situations, Facebook had to come add to it.

Random

-my mom got a call back. This is good news for her and me; she has a job again and I can smoke in the garage at night while her car is gone instead of freezing outside.

-I forgot my calculator at home today. Which wouldn't be a big deal if I didn't have a physics test this morning. I bought one for $12 at the campus bookstore. It now has "I'm a waste of money" written on it.

-Lux Interior (front man of The Cramps) is dead. This is relevant to me just because The Cramps were the only psychobilly band I ever liked (it feels like all other psychobilly bands just ripped them off). He died of a "pre-existing heart condition", which is kind of a bummer. I kind of thought he'd keep going on into his 70's. Or that if he was gonna die, he'd die of sex and/or drugs and/or rock and roll. I, on the other hand, am surprised I've managed to survive this long. In your face, Darwinism.

The Story

I know a few people heard this, but I can't remember if I officially posted this story. After bringing it up last night, Sergio finally gave me permission to post it, because according to him "It's funny now".
Try to ignore me stumbling over my own words.

Download 'The Story' (5.52 MB).

Thanks to Michelle for sending it to me, because I lost my own copy of it during the Great Laptop Crash of 2008.

Okay....

All I remember from last night's dream was Ramy vomiting from the ingestion of massive amounts of drugs. And Mike selling rock band t-shirts or something.