getting back from work i was willing myself to be really positive, since the entire day i had felt like one big depressed fuckup. why was it that i never got any of my shit done, postponing it all indefinitely? anyway, i had my car back from the fucks at the bodyshop, the bodyshop dudes are fucks because they don't get the concept of customer service. they made me feel stupid and miserly for asking questions like why is my gas tank empty or what happened to my key's remote entry? it didn't work, apparently the battery is out. well some of my questions are stupid, but shit they could be more nice about this stuff. the feel i got from the two oriental dudes at the front desk was "youre immaterial therefore your concerns are immaterial also". now that i think about it i rather enjoyed their rude treatment, gotta be able to handle peeps like these.
so i got back home around 6:30pm chilled with the family a bit. ofcourse, we watched Friends, my sister is a fiend about it. i guess she gets her daily dose of american culture/idiocacy from that frigging show. it's a real bringdown somedays....i just feel like slapping those idiots around. played a couple of games of Parcheesi aka Ludo, another one of our family bonding rituals. i ripped them to pieces, cutting their pieces repeatedly and winning the first best of three games. ordered some pizza, but domino's didn't have thick crust on their extra large pizza's, what a fucking GYP! domino's sucks! so i got the thin crust which i still enjoy, having learned the culinary pleasures of pizza while working at pizza hut during highschool. back then it made me mad happy to bake myself a little personal pizza with all my favorite toppings and munch on it while walking home at 12 at night on mad cold, totally clear and people/traffic free nights. moments like that make me glad i'm alive.
we (me,mom,sis) played around some more, discussing various stuff and then i kicked them out of my room, since it was quite late (10:30) and i wanted to relax and ofcourse finish off my weed. SOB! damn parents, never fucking understanding that smoking weed makes me ...cooler, a better thinker, hipper...yeah right! it's probably retarded but since i have been smoking it nearly everyday for the last couple of months, my heart and lungs are going to be filled with some sick longing for sure. so i rolled myself a fat joint, popped on some music, i was in the mood for hiphop and all i do when smoking or high is walk around my livingroom/room and look out of these large ass windows at things happening on the street outside. but nothing interesting was going on.
my original plan had been to get a movie as i haven't seen a decent movie in a really long time. but then i turned on the tv and HBO was playing Real Sex 9 or whatever number it's at now. and for once they had the whackest shit, apparently sex movies are also tailor made to a person's specific desires. well these two perv's/directors were making a movie which was all about control and voyeurism. like it seemed the director himself was jerking off as he made the movie. some real sick fuck's here. i got bored of that shit, i mean shit i'm already high, watching this shit is going to lead to only one thing for sure...left or right.
up at the movie store walking around the foreign movie section i realized how terribly i had been starving my brain from some real deal movies. i mean they had movies with perspectives and stories which american cinema has never even contemplated. like there's a huge difference in american art flicks and the international interpretation of this medium. i know, youre probably wondering what is an american art flick? when was it last sighted? one of my favorite theories about the movie world is titled THE QUAGMIRE THAT IS L.A. one of these days i'll write about it.
finally i got trainspotting and another chinese flick with sammy hung in it. i'm probably butchering his name, but this movie is the real deal. it's not a generic hongkong masala LINK flick, it's about his and four other boys real life experiences as young trainee's for the chinese opera. chinese opera training makes SEAL training look like kindergarten. i asked the girl at the counter if she had seen trainspotting. she said "No...(then quickly)yes, i saw it once." "it's a movie about drugs, i didn't like it." i was mad amused at her lame brain view of a cool cat movie which admittedly has pro's and con's, but is fun to watch none the less. i mean if watching people shooting up and hearing them say lines like "beats any meat injection, beats any fucking cock" makes you want to do heroin .... actually it does make me want to do heroin.
as i walked home i reflected that i was probably going to be late for work again. as it is i told my boss i'd come in at 9:30 and lately it's been more like 11:00 am. I can't believe i haven't been fired yet, especially since i just fuck around reading journals and doing other lame stuff at work. i feel like i'm in the movie Office Space, a real life escapist from the boredom that is organized work. anyway i got home and started watching trainspotting during the course of which i drank two beers and smoked roughly six cloves. i was mad dazed by the time i went to sleep. whatever another day goes by.