Friday night I started hanging out with the fellas. As usual hunger was setting in,
so I asked the guys if they wanted to go somewhere. The first mistake. Then a
philosophical discussion came up hunger and why it sets it. What drives hunger,
what would a person would do while in this hunger state? Then we discussed where
'Favorite foods' came from. Oh my hell! Then we dove into the discussion of what
we wanted then. Usually its not that tough, cause I usually just show up and
announce that I want Panda Express, or whatever, and ask if they want to go. But
no, not this time. This time it was different. Then we(they) started discussion
great foods from 'the mission'. Then we had to start looking up on the internet
where these foods can be purchased. Josh suggested that we find a place over by
USC. I hadn't heard of it, so we looked it up. Turns out, sure its closer to USC
than where we live, but its also closer to the Watts Towers than to USC. Now I'm
not racist at all (unlike my dad) but I know where white people shouldn't go after
dark, so I was very against going there. Its a safety issue. And the most un-funny
part of this is that I'm not exaggerating at all. So after all that drama, we
decided to go to Tommy Burgers. On the way out the door. I suggested we invite the
neighbor girls, so then we go over there, invite them, spent another 10 minutes
waiting while they get ready and come with. So by now it had been an hour since we
first discussed eating. I think next time I'll call them from a restaurant and tell
them all to come over. I wonder how that will work. Then we watched a movie then
hung out, then I don't remember cause it was really really late.
On saturday we had to get up super early (four hours of sleep) for our beach clean
up service project. I show up at the church super tired, and I'm met by a bunch of
green food. I know that the theme was 'green egg's and ham'. But honestly, eggs
and never meant to be a green color, Milk as well is better White than green! And
the cream cheese looked like frosting... which I guess wasn't bad at all. Its just
that at that hour, for me, I wasn't awake enough to be hungry.
At the beach there were lots of kids there to pick up trash. We were just chillin
when I noticed Arnold walking by. It was funny. I should have tried talking German
to him. But usually I can only think of mocking people in german, so it might be
good that I didn't.
In the afternoon we helped the greenfield girls move...again. we moved heavy stuff
this time; stuff like washers, dryers, tables, chairs, I think a gun safe, and an
antique weight set. Emily also had us move her designer brick collection. And I
thought that I was the only one with one of those. I think jeff was most excited to
have someone to talk with about 'Washers & Dryers' with.
There was a st. patrick's day party at some girls house. If I were to give that
party a theme, I would have called it "Lame-As-We-Can-Be Party". I knew about 4% of
the people there. Everyone else was REALLY into it. Luckily we decided to leave
about the same time that I started smelling Booze.
So on Sunday morning Some friends from New York came into town. I know them from
Utah. I tried giving them directions to a place about two blocks away. Apparently
I don't know the neighborhood as well as I thought.
After church, there was a house warming gathering @ the greenfield estate. There
was more sugar there than at a grocery store! I had to brush my teeth twice that
night. It was fun, but I did learn two things, invite more girls, and tell people
to bring healthy stuff too. at 9pm I ran home to let my friends into my apartment,
I got there, was on the phone with Joe for like 45 min. friends didn't show up so I
went back to the estate. meanwhile I called my friends and found out that they were
already inside the whole time. funny.
Dancing with the Stars starts tonight. Oh ya.
Lunch was sponsored by South Street, courtesy of Ryan Plewe.
I'm listening to Blink-182 right now. Flogging Molly is coming up next.
Monday, March 19, 2007
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