Adrianafest.
Jun 04, 2001
I've been grinding my teeth for the past few days and I have no idea why.
It's creepy, I think I do it in my sleep too. For the last few days
I have also been having super-intense dreams about water - the ocean
specifically. Water dragging me under concrete barges and huge tsunami
sized waves flooding a seaside hut and drowning everybody around me.
I also dreamt of my teeth falling out. And there was quartz crystal
where the roots should be. I tried to stuff em back in. I was
freaked out in my dream. You can see why. This is probably a little
weird to read. Needless to say, I've been brushing like a mudder fuk.Last night I gabbed with Adriana on the phone for an hour or two. She worked as I slept all day. She's got a swank new receptionist job. I'm starting to feel a little useless not having a job. Soon enough though, soon enough.
I went to pick up my pictures from the trip to Mexico but stupid HEB didn't have em back yet. I hope the processing is much better. I wanna see em! Due to traffic and stuff I was like an hour late meeting up with Adriana in the evening. We watched some tube for a bit on her roommate's awesome couch. She was real sleepy. Then we grabbed some cheap Mexican grub at a nearby restaurant. After that we took the Altima down to catch the "Real Heroes" playing on the roof of Waterloo Brewing Company. They were really good and fun. They sound a little like Barenaked Ladies crossed with a punk rock band. Yeah!
After their set we pumped some quarters into a video-crack machine and touched naked babes and hunks. That's always a hoot. Winslow played after them and they sounded horrible. I almost ordered cheese fries there but they were $7.50 for a plate!! That was far too rich for my ghetto-ass. We blew that pop stand!
We walked on down to Casino and ordered some sanely priced cheese fries. Adriana then proceeded to whup my ass at Ms Pac Man. I hung my head in shame. hehe. Here's a notable quote from the victor, "The fruit is very important to me." What a goofball! I love it. Speaking of "victor", we visited her friend Victor next door and then headed back to her place.
She's a pathological pack rat. She can't throw anything away. Worse than me. She's into all this 70's-style stuff. The problem is that she doesn't have enough space for it all. She showed me her Dreamcast/internet setup, waxed nostalgic about Garbage Pail Kids, looked through old pictures, and gabbed into the early morning hours. She gets funny when she's tired. Cute though.
It turns out that Karyn caught a kissy illness from the cute blonde boy. She's running a temperature of 102.
Deep thought for the day:
"Damned if you do, damned if you don't." -Bart Simpson