Woke up at 9, went to church, no big deal. Just like every other Sunda-OH GOD, IT'S MY DAD'S BIRTHDAY AND I COMPLETELY FORGOT.
Ah well. Dad's alright with me forgetting. He'll just beat me with a giant belt to compensate. (To my readers, note that the last sentence was a joke and my dad doesn't really physically abuse me, he's actually a pretty cool guy.)
Anyway, went to Target to buy new school supplies, including a new, much needed backpack. It's a THOUSAND TIMES tinier than my old one, which is great because now I won't look like a turtle every day. Gonna scratch that off my summer bucket list now.
Speaking of which, I finally got around to updating that list. Looking back, I wrote some pretty strange stuff on there. Not dumb, per se, more like really impractical. I mean, I guess learning Circular Gallifreyan is cool, but aside from Tumblr and Doctor Who episodes, when is that really gonna be something I brag about?
I pulled the cigarette away from my lips and the smoke seeped from my mouth like a toxic gray fog. Bored, my eyes slowly wandered the maroon bar. Wooden tile floors, with the occasional dark spot signifying a stain from a spilled drink. A handful of people, some in pairs, some in groups, some talking, some staring at the wall mounted television closest to them. A bartender yawning as his hands wiped the inside of a shot glass with a white cloth.
There, in the corner of my eye, I saw her. She wore a black one piece dress which ended in a short skirt. The skirt's folds sat still against her thighs, showing off her smooth, slender crossed legs as she sat on a barstool, drinking a martini and gazing at an uninteresting point in the wall. The tips of her black hair just long enough to touch the top of her neck.
Despite her attractive physique, not a single man approached her, as far as I've seen. Perhaps because of the time. Quarter to on a spring Wednesday night. Not exactly happy hour. Or it could be that her aura sent mixed signals. Her body created natural curiosity, but a few nuances, such as the way she held her drink and the apathetic glances she threw around the room, make her seem intimidating, unapproachable. Almost scary.
I took one last puff of my cigarette and buried its tip on a glass ashtray. I stood up. And I walked toward her, taking the seat right next to her. I paid no attention to her as I lit another cigarette. Taking my time, I purposely flicked the thumbwheel several times to create dramatic tension. Flick. Flick. Flick. And the cigarette was lit.
I brought it to my lips and inhaled, taking in its sweet, sweet poison. I glanced at her in the corner of my eye, noticing that she had turned to face me. She was curious.
I exhaled, pulling the cigarette away from my mouth. I turned to her. Looked straight into her piercing eyes. And I said.
"I know Circular Gallifreyan."
And she was putty in my hands.
I guess that's a plausible scenario. And wow, does it feel good to write again. Speaking of which, gonna be releasing another story this Wednesday, so look out!
Back to school supplies. Found a notebook with Yoga Animals on them.
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| What the... |
I don't even know.
Same day, 2:50 PM PDT
OH WHAT, THERE'S MORE OF THEM?!
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| WHAT |
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| OH JESUS |
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| WHAT THE HELL |
Wh...why?
Same day, 5:07 PM PDT
Played giant chess with my sister. It was her first time playing, but she picked up on the rules pretty quickly. When I put her in check mate, she kicked my king in the face and said "I WIN" really loudly.
Grandmaster chess player right here.
Oh, and we bought some strange candy called "Bubu Lubu." Haven't tried it yet, but it looks delicious.
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| Sounds like something I'd say while sleepwalking. |
Mmmmmmm.
Same day, 9:13 PM PDT
Absolutely stuffed myself at Okami. Also got around to fixing my Fig Rig.
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| It's okay, baby. I got you. I got you. |
Got PVC glue on finger, which sucks. Washed it off, but now it hurts.
I'll probably have to amputate. Comment below on what I should do with the finger when it's gone.
RFotD: Fig rigs, because of their simple design and usefulness, are incredibly popular tools for amateur filmmakers. However, they don't see much use in professional shoots, partly because cameras are heavier and need less stabilization. Also, they look pretty silly.
SGAT: Fixed my fig rig. Still no progress on my rough cut, which I should get to working on.
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