Month: December 2002

i enjoy drinking mountain dew and being sXe and hanging out with my friends cause their fucking rad

ugh, if i have a can of mountain dew i start to shake from the caffiene…dunno if shaking from caffiene is sxe 🙁

sure wish i could buy alcohol on a sunday….

Leena777: BUDDAH >:o
scoutmastertoad: haha
Leena777: I need buddahs to put under my chinese buddah batik in my room
Leena777: deffo.
scoutmastertoad: yeah?
scoutmastertoad: hmm
Leena777: YES
scoutmastertoad: i’ll will um to you
Leena777: YES INDEED
scoutmastertoad: you have to strip at my funeral tho
Leena777: uuuuh
scoutmastertoad: 🙁
scoutmastertoad: k
scoutmastertoad: plenty of other girls on the aim list
Leena777: k don’t die til I’m like 80 cause that would be more entertaining
Leena777: 80 year old stripping
scoutmastertoad: hahahahaha
Leena777: = priceless

haha so a week ago i took 2 of ian’s aim friends up to hard rock with me. I ended up dragging them to Wet Willies for a call a cab.

I got drunk, updated my site, said some stuff i shouldnt’ have said, same old, same old, happens all the time.

So i end up having some pure grain alcohol mixed with some fruit slushee and i start saying weird shit when we get home. At one point Stacey called me “bad” and i pulled up my sweatshirt, rubbed my nipple and said “yeah, call me bad again”. We all get drunk, shit happens.

So they were asking ian about it and wondering if toad gets drunk and acts weird a lot.

Ian says “Look, you remember in Gremlins when they feed Gizmo after midnight? Thats what you did, you fed Gizmo after midnight.”

That’s my new metaphor for when people give me alcohol. “Yeah well you remember Gremlins, well, i’m like Gremlins, but with alcohol”.

ugh got drunk at justin’s house and watched jacob’s ladder.

pain killers + gin and tonics + jacob’s ladder = 🙁

FloTekSek: hahaha
FloTekSek: that reminds me
FloTekSek: i was buying stamps at the PO today…
FloTekSek: the lady hands me virgin mary ones, and she says “do you like the virgin mary”? and smiled
FloTekSek: i said “i dont know, i hear she gets around”
FloTekSek: and the lady got pissed
scoutmastertoad: hahahahaha

I grab my keys, race back to the apartment, throw on some new clothes and drive out there.

I park, fill out another form from a girl named Cookie, have my wardrobe inspected and changed and on the set i go.

It's a party, but a sober party, full of recovering alcoholics and drug addicts. It's only been a hour since i last got so i'm fitting really well with all the recovering addicts.

I stroll into the party, dressed almost exactly like i am at every other party, and pick my corner to lean against.

The Spanish director walks in, orders us to different seats, places to stand, etc, etc, etc but never moves me. I figure i'm in the right spot so i better not ask or move without permission.

I'm standing across from this really cute black girl, who's name i couldn't remember for the life of me now, and we're supposed to just make conversation, like we're in a party. She did really good, asking lots of open ended questions which allowed me to ramble on and on in front of the camera.

Then they start doing certain scenes. One big guy tells a joke, they film it 2-3 times, then they turn to me.

The camera man, Diago(sp?) stands next to me, puts his hand on my shoulder and rocks me back and forth while filming since their focusing on a picture of Benito behind me. I try to make it look like i'm talking, panamining(sp?), so basically i'm still talking to my new friend, but not talking at all. Really weird.

The whole time i couldn't help myself. Namoi Watts would walk by me, wearing these really really really tight jeans and a american flag on her t-shirt and empty the ashtray next to me.

The thrill of being on a actual movie set is just crazy. Like im a serious movie buff and this movie actually sounds like a movie you can say “fucked with you”. You realize how all the camera guys, the grips, everyone, are just grunts trying to fill in a huge picture.

So a year from now, when the movie 21 Grams with benico comes into the theatre, watch for the party scene. Look for the dude in the gray shirt, holding a drink, smiling and laughing.

By the end of the “shoot” i was really tired of standing and really tired of faking conversation. I walked out, gave the girl my ticket to made sure i got paid the $50(would have done it for free) and got into my car. and drove home…

“All the laws of Washington and all the bayonets of the Army cannot force the Negro into our homes, our schools, our churches,” Thurmond said while campaigning against Republican Thomas Dewey and Democrat Harry Truman, who supported civil rights legislation.

god, sometimes the weekends just start to eat away at whats left of your withered alcohol soaked soul. It’s even hard to find out where to begin but i think it all has to start with that case of Corona we picked up at Costco…

My once clean desk is now littered with Corona bottles, complete with limes at different levels decomposition floating in the bottoms.

Last night, seconds before i was about to go to sleep, ian walks in the door. I yell “Wes!” and point at Ian. Ian responds that his name is Ian, i turn off the TV and go to bed.

god, i should have took pics. I walk outside my apartment to find my tire flat. I call AAA and they come and fix it. I expected a large burley black dude to show up, fix it with one hand and be gone.

Insted a van pulls up loaded down with black kids. Two of them driving, one with a clipboard(complete with business cards that actually say All My Kids Towing).

Then, this kid, probably 13, leads a huge blind guy up to my car. At this point im trying not to laugh. He raises my car up, they change the flat, hand me a business card and thank me for my business.

I feel kinda guilty since it didn’t look that hard but i prefer someone who actually does something for a living to do it but all my kids towing? wtf…