Extra Spring

She – Green Day

More random stuff because I can’t seem to focus lately.

On Wednesday, I took Natasha to the Audio-Visual Department at Robarts to watch Singin’ In The Rain. When she asked my why, I said “Uh, I don’t know. Maybe because it’s the greatest movie ever?” I still remember watching it in Intro. To Film class two years ago. I swore I’d find time to watch it again, but until Wednesday I had not done so. I was glad to have someone with me. Especially a girl. Especially Natasha. I knew that she would appreciate every minute of it, even though we didn’t have time to watch the whole thing and I could only show her the best parts. I think I’m getting pretty good at knowing how to make a girl smile. It’s all part of my never ending boyfriend training. I will be ready.

Basketball at the Athletic Centre SUCKed on Friday. It was insanely busy and I played in two games in THREE HOURS!!! And those games lasted a combined, I kid you not, ten minutes. Tops. Both my teams were composed of whatever random, equally desperate schmoes I could round up. Suffice to say, we did not last too long out there. It was humiliating. Or, it would have been, if anyone even noticed I was playing. I stuck around for a while hoping to get one last run in. Eventually this hot Italian girl showed up. I saw all these…really unattractive guys going up and talking to her. I was panicking. Is that guy her boyfriend? How about that guy? Is she anyone’s boyfriend? Where’s her boyfriend? Are these guys her friends? Do they know her or do they just have ten times the balls that I do and are willing to talk to a stranger? That motherfucker’s skinnier than me! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! The combination of athletic futility and sexual frustration was too much for me. I fled.

They’re not scheduling me Friday nights at work anymore. Those are my Adriana nights. Bastards. Speaking of Adriana, she called in sick today too (Gah!), so my last chance to see her this week is tomorrow. But she’s sick, so…I called her house after I got back from work and I think one of her brothers picked up. He asked who it was and I said, “Uh…someone from work.” After some discussion in the background (with her? with her mother? an aunt? I’ll never know) I was told that she was sleeping. Okay. I should have just said it was Alex. Maybe she would have picked up. Or maybe she definitely wouldn’t have answered. I prefer the rejection that I received. At least it’s anonymous. I am a coward.

The trailer for the new Will Ferrell flick Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby has been out for quite some time now and for some reason I have not watched it. Obviously, it looks hilarious. My only concern is that the affiliation with Nascar might prevent them from doing some of their racier stuff. Who am I kidding, we’re watching the shit out of this one.

Lastly, I retell a story for posterity’s sake. Will and I were chilling out in the Athletic Centre lounge when all these girls start pouring in. Apparently they’re on campus for a soccer tournament. One team moseys on over to around where we are sitting. This girl, the hottest one by the way, starts idly kicking a ball around, clearly itching to get on the field. Will is half-asleep/half-dead and his reflexes are in no shape to be tested. They are tested. The girl loses control of the ball and, as is the first instinct with soccer players, she tries to retrieve it with her foot. Instead, she ends up kicking the ball into Will’s face. The pain must have registered in his brain only slightly quicker than the comedy registered in mine. To the naked eye, it would seem that his cry of pain occurred simultaneously with my outburst of laughter. “YES!!!” I actually exclaimed. The girl apologized (not as profusely as she could have, mind you) and that was the end of it. Well, except for the fact that Will’s face was noticeably flatter and I found another girl to fall in love with. She is a brunette, she is athletic and she caused physical pain to Will. She is everything I look for in a woman. It bears mentioning that this was on Friday, the end of the school week. It has been an excellent week.

I like simple pleasures, like butter in my ass, lollipops in my mouth. That’s just me. That’s just something that I enjoy.