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Whelps, I'm officially done with school. Last semester, possibly ever. Kinda sad. Pretty soon it's gonna be my last shift at work too. Even sadder. I took a walk around campus last night. I spent almost four years working there. A record for me. Believe it or not, it was actually nice to have to be on campus that late at night, for a purpose no less. Usually people don't get to see UH at night like that on a regular basis.
I don't even wanna give up my parking space. Maybe I'll hang on to that and rent it for a billion dollars. Hey, there's a way to keep the funds coming in.
Speaking of depressive, The Good Mother is online. Finally. Hopefully email will take the place of those sudden, urgent, panic-attack watches.
Dental Chick emailed me that she sent the Good Mother to another shrink. It's about time. Apparently The Good Mother is in that phase where she's telling everybody she's getting "suicidal thoughts." Dental Chick bit and hooked up a lightning fast psyche appointment.
I really wish I could be more sympathetic to the cause but honestly, my schedule seriously doesn't permit suicides much less self-induced panic attacks. She just seriously needs to start developing interests or something already. I mean, shit, hello? This agoraphobic-yet-I-don't-vanna-be-alone stuff is getting fucking old already. How many years? Four?
Christ.
Speaking of interests, on the other end of the spectrum, I was one of those idiots standing in line at mid-fucking-night for Star Wars toys. I got a Darth Maul and that's all that counts. Meanwhile, the complete nut-balls I went with spent an ungodly amount of money on toys. I swear, those fuckers cornered the fucking Hawaiian market on Darth Mauls. I went with Jar Jar to K Mart and he was all pissed off that he missed the morning stock, therefore no more Darth Maul. In the snidest voice I could possibly muster, I said, "Well, maybe a CHILD managed to get one."
Oh, even worse... Channel 8 news was there. The cameras went on, and I was like, fuck this shit. Everytime they came around, I took off to my car to smoke. Upon the big midnight entering rush, I barely ducked out of camera range.
Did you know I saw Darren Pai get full-on slapped by his girlfriend in Kahala Mall when I was in high school? I swear, it was a full-on SLAP!
Just on principle, I really really want to open my 12 inch and normal action figure-sized Darth Maul and totally start fucking playing with them. (Take out the words "and normal action figure-sized Darth Maul" and you have an entirely questionable sentence.) But then, the chink blood in me is going, "Aaron, as soon as you open it, it's suddenly gonna be worth two billion dollars."
But seriously, Toys R Us was a complete mess. I've never seen so many... Sigh. It's fucking sad, man. I swear, not one single, solitary, poor, deprived child on this island will be able to play with the two-sided lightsaber guy. They're gonna have to make do with Jar Jar and Natalie Portman. What a bummer. Maybe they can buy an old Darth Vader, rip his head off, and replace it with a red cherry with horns and black spots...
Now that I'm soon-to-be-unemployed, I spent more money than ever tonight. I bought three CDs, and a shitload of books and magazines. Me and Ball And Chain spent way too much money on dinner too.
Anyway, I picked up the Episode One soundtrack from Costco. I only listened to half, but I'm kinda disappointed. Everything sounds so tame... Nothing full on heroic or even evil, like the Imperial March. John Williams is getting old. I saw the Star Wars music video on MTV, Duel Of The Fates, I think. Is that Latin they're moaning? How the hell is that gonna fit in a Star Wars movie? Shit, is it even gonna be in the movie? The Star Wars people seriously missed out on a golden opportunity. They should've got Celine Dion to do the love theme.
Speaking of Celine Dion, I finally got me an MP3 player. Now all I need are MP3s. The only song I could find was, don't laugh, that new Ricky Martin song. Shit. I wanna download more stuff. If anyone out there knows any sites, I'd be much obliged.
I wonder if I'm gonna get into trouble for the third deal with the devil. At least the Hairy Editor's happy, his ego got massaged.
At least Ball And Chain decided to save money on me for Boy's Day. Actually she did buy me dinner... I'm kinda glad we're finally outgrowing that buy expensive gifts phase. I mean, seriously, why bother already. We practically have joint checking accounts.
Mommy left my boy's day present on my computer: three bags of that jelly-pop candy shit. I'm gonna OD and make myself sick. Mental note: must obtain kick-ass Mother's Day present. Second mental note: must obtain money from Gramma for said kick-ass present.
Funniest thing I saw today: Poor Dell Pickle was drunk again and he saw this super rad chick talking on a cell phone walking by. He starts screaming at her: "Yo! I'm right here! It's ME you wanna talk to! I'M THE ONE THAT PAGED YOU, BABY!!!" Of course, he doesn't even know her...
Oh shit, I gotta go bank today. I gotta lunch with Overpublished. I gotta go gym tonight. Hell, I gotta write something productive. Umm, I think I totally better go sleep.
Idle Hands was okay, not as bad as you heard. Still, the funniest damn thing was Seth Green cause every single time he was on the screen, I kept thinking of Olana in lust. Hey! There's a oxymoron! Olana, lust... Nevermind.
A mental noogie is probably heading straight at me as I type...
