Last night I went to the UT campus for this screening of student films. (Most of them I didn't care for. If not all.)
But apparently before I'd sat down in the auditorium, I stepped in dog shit. I didnt realize it until I crossed my right leg over my left and saw the mess that was on my heel.
Oh, God—it was so horrible, like ______ ______ children.
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I'd also to managed to rub some off on my pant leg.
That was pretty sad.
So, for the rest of the evening I was really paranoid that somebody would think I stunk like dog shit.
ALSO Lillian G. and I roasted hot dog weenies over her stove so that we could make hotdogs. And I had some chips, too. But I wasn't able to brush my teeth because my toothbrush was at Ben Jen's house.
So… bad breath and dog shit stink.
I was uncomfortable.
Ben Jen's leaving tomorrow. (Ben Jen.) He's driving to New York because he got into some fashion school there.
Maybe I'll see him in New York when I go to visit.
(I SHOULD BE visiting NYC soon… if all goes according to plan… and if I get the Christmas cash I'm relying on.)
This morning we (Meredith S. and I) overslept by a couple hours. (My cellphone, which was acting as our alarm clock, died in the middle of the night.) Meredith had to get back to Houston because she had to go to her uncle's 60th birthday party. It was in some town (I'm still unsure where we were exactly…) outside of Houston.
But since we overslept by a couple hours, Meredith had to take ME to this family function she had to go to. (If she didn't take me, it would've taken her over an hour to drop me off and then go to where she needed to go.)
I was completely out of it the entire time. I think I was still intoxicated from the night before or something.
I wasn't my normal chatty self; instead whenever somebody would ask me a question, I'd respond with a "Yes, sir" or "No, ma'am" or something else that left no room for further conversation. AWKWARD.
And it's so strange walking into a room full of people you don't know, people who are together to celebrate the birthday of another person I don't know.
It wasn't that bad.
Meredith's father is pretty nice.
And I think he understood my situation and how I felt out of place.
I think I inadvertently made Meredith's aunt mad at me.
I'm not sure.
Apparently she's crazy.
Oh gosh. I just put on "Resevoir Dogs" because I'd never seen it before. And I tuned in during that scene where Michael Madsen is dousing that guy in gasoline. And that song is playing.
Well, I've never seen this movie. But that's the only scene I know from it.
So, it's like… you know.
It's kinda like that time I was in Portland and I walked to a Trader Joe's to find something to eat for breakfast. And then I ran into Corin Tucker of Sleater-Kinney.
Well, this "Resevoir Dogs" thing isn't COMPLETELY like that Portland thing.
Just a little bit.
Familiarity in an unfamiliar situation.
Or something like that.