(A Random Post)

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Start To Melt – Peter Bjorn And John

As I knelt down in the park the other day getting my head shaved, I had a lot of time to think about things.

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I’m disappointed as to how this whole Adriana thing turned out. No, don’t worry, I didn’t say anything to her. I wish I could have, but better judgment prevailed as it always does. She hasn’t called me once since we started hanging out and that’s not a good sign. I know, I’m the guy and I’m more into her than she is into me so if I want something to happen I have to be aggressive but I think I should also know how to take a hint too, right? If I’m the only one who suggests that we do stuff, then there can’t be too much going on on her side can there?. That’s good logic. I’m sure I’ll call her eventually, but just casually. Romantically, the window of opportunity is clearly closed, as it always has been.

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Softball has just been freaking fantastic. If you’ve been keeping up with the reports, you’re aware that our team has been getting stomped. Bad. William will get around to the write-up, but I’ll tell you right now that we lost 26-14. All of our losses have been by double digits. This was an improvement over last weeks 22-7 debacle. We also got some phat jerseys, so that was cool.

There are a few reasons why we suck so badly. For one thing, our fielding is awful. Between William and I, we must have had nine or ten errors. I am not exaggerating. Everyone on the team is game, but we get really tense and make a lot of bad mistakes. Our team is also ill-equipped for even an amateur competitive league. The roster is all friends and family and we were indiscriminate about skill level for the mostpart. That is to say, some of us aren’t great hitters. This leads to the good guys on our team going up only three or four times while the opponents usually have their fat dudes hitting five or six times a game.

You know what? Who cares? One thing our team is designed for is having fun and while that is occasionally forgotten in favour of screaming at each other over fielding errors, at the end of the day we have a good laugh. I’m not the most active guy so any time I can get out and play some kind of semi-competitive sport is just fantastic. That’s probably why I’m not doing so well defensively. I get lost out there. I’m standing in the field, grass at my ankles, wind at my face and I find it difficult to care about…well, anything really. I have a lot of regrets about how I handled things in my youth, especially athletics. Consider this making up for lost time.

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I’m all caught up on The Office. The problem is that I’m now like the rest of you, having to actually wait for the next season to start. I devoured seasons 2 and 3. I have to give my self credit for rationing them to about two or three episodes a day, but even that didn’t last long. I’ve actually gotten around to watching the British version to sate my appetite until next season. Some of my favourite bits from season 3:

– Michael and the talking computer, Harvey. A small scene, but so indicative of the shows excellence. Jim’s passive wit (Harvey: I am Harvey, a computer. Jim sucks. Jim: Zing.). Michael’s childishness. Pam’s dwindling tolerance for said childishness.

– Michael listening to a sample of James Blunt‘s Goodbye My Lover over and over again after breaking up with Carol.

– Everything in Episode 3, “The Coup”. Watching Michael attempt to act sinister as he grilled Dwight about his trip to the dentist (Your dentist’s name is Crentist?) is just insane. And of course, Hug it out, bitch. (which I’m aware is from Entourage, before anyone feels the need to point that out)

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I had my…what do you say when you see someone every couple of months? Bi-monthly, right? Someone help me out here. I’m going to say bi-monthly. Wow, did all that really need to be typed? Anyway, I had my bi-monthly get-together with Natasha, which is essential for restoring my ego and confidence. This particular meeting did not go as smoothly as I would have liked, because her friend Jackie came along to dinner with us. She’s attractive and I quite like her, but I wanted to spend time with just Natasha. She was having a relapse over some old ex-boyfriend issues, so I guess she needed the company. I’m not too good with, um, unfamiliar people these days. These days, anytime I’m forced to socialize with strangers I feel like screaming. I’m not sure what’s wrong with me, but I’m not feeling too good. This was evident Tuesday night as I felt like I was being a drag and I apologized to Natasha the next day. Of course, she would never validate something like that and that’s why I keep coming back to her.

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I’ve had a couple of lunches with my cousin Carla and her boyfriend Jason. I helped them move into their new place about a month ago. I’m slightly uncomfortable with the whole thing because I didn’t like her boyfriend for the longest time (for whatever reason, I can’t even remember) and because I feel like there isn’t much for us to talk about. I’d like to get something started work-wise before I go bothering my family members. Still, we always manage to make conversation and she is a kind, giving relative. It’s weird, because she’s from the more Chinese side of the family and we generally don’t socialize. This actually came up some years ago when my cousin Adam, her brother, committed suicide. We all realized how distant we truly were from one another. There were a few forced attempts to reinforce our relationships, but it never felt natural and eventually we just became the Lees again. But now that I’m spending more time with Carla, I’m thinking this is a better way to do things. On our own terms.

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I had English class with this hot blonde chick named Leslie, who I (after searching through my archives) have apparently not mentioned before in this hallowed webspace. She’s tall, blonde, wears glasses, has a great body and seems intelligent. In other words, completely not my type. Yet here I am, writing about her and letting you all know that I am absolutely enamoured with her. We actually have a mutual friend in Natasha, which in addition to having class with her (we’re both taking Science Fiction this summer) acts as my “in”. I sat next to her on Monday for the first time ever and it was…distracting. She was wearing this short skirt and one of the five tight shirts that she owns. Natasha tells me she apparently only owns five different shirts and from what I’ve seen, I can’t disagree. Then again, I’m usually staring down the shirt and not at it so maybe I’m not the best judge.

She makes me sweaty. That’s probably the best compliment I can give to someone.

I was walking her to the subway station the other day and we were making brilliant, meaningless conversation. We talked about movies. What’s great is that she has a boyfriend and even if she didn’t, she’d be way out of my league anyway so I actually feel no pressure at all talking to her. Nothing I say is going to affect what she thinks of me anyway, so I can just let loose. It’s liberating.

I should also mention that her cleavage is dynamite. I want to live there someday.

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I should remember to thank Caesar for the free haircut.

Why don’t you just buy the whole song?
I don’t have to buy it. I just want to taste it. I just want…I just want a little taste of it.

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