so, a few changes are in order in keeping in line with my erratic ways. my new favorite color for the year is...wait for it...pause for dramatic effect...a little more...aquamarine. and you know there's a reason behind everything i do, even if it only makes sense to me. now, most people might even know what the hell aquamarine is...
that's right...blue and green make aquamarine. i remember hearing this some years ago when i was watching blue's clues. what a great show that was. anyway, i digress. the reason i'm choosing such a non-traditional color is because of my newest obsession. if you have been around me lately, you might have noticed that i carry a green lantern wallet (that was given to me), a green lantern ring (also given to me), a blue lantern keychain, button, and glass (which i got), a blue lantern shirt, a white lantern shirt, a green lantern shirt, and a blue lantern ring (which was given to me by my big brother james, who is also in the corps).
most people don't know unless it somehow comes up, but i have become a huge comic book geek. well, technically i'm more of a nerd right now. you have to work up to the ranks of geekdom. i've been obsessed with the green lantern and all of his counterparts for a while now, to the point where i'm at the comic book shop as often as i can afford to go. if you ask me about it, i would tell you, but if not, you would probably never know. it's not something that everyone is excited to learn about, but when i can sense that they are, i go off on all kinds of tangents, like this one.
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| the various lantern corps: red (rage), orange (avarice), yellow (fear), green (willpower), blue (hope), indigo (compassion), violet (love), and black (death)...not pictured is the white lantern (life) |
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| my symbols |
so, that's why my favorite color is aquamarine. it's a combination of blue and green. what a wonderfully long and winding way to explain something otherwise so simple. i think i just chuckled a bit to myself.
speaking of chuckling...trip and luby (insert scowl here...explanation later) guilted me into going to a kid's basketball game. actually, trip is the coach of our school's kindergarten basketball team. he wanted me to be the ass. coach, but i said i'd rather be the assistant. then i said i didn't want to do it at all. i know next to nothing about basketball, much less how to coach it.
i just found out the other day the difference between double-dribbling and traveling, which i had always thought were interchangeable. and even if you ask me the difference today, i still might not give you an accurate explanation that makes sense. furthermore, nobody has ever, EVER (nene voice)...seen me play basketball, and i mean that in all senses of the word. i've never been seen passing a basketball, shooting a basketball, dribbling a basketball, or handling a basketball. the reason is simple; i suck at it. there are things that some people can do well, and others cannot. i play volleyball well; i play basketball...not well. again, the whole checks and balances thing. you just can't be good at everything. yes, trip, not even the almighty you can be good at everything...meanwhile i'm still waiting on the day you try to play volleyball.
trip, for some reason, insists that he's god's gift to the world of sports. he, allegedly, can play any sport, from baseball to football to hockey to jai alai to wrestling to water polo. give it up, dude. there's one person alive who can do those things, and you it is not. unfortunately, it's not me either, though i come close...much closer than the average person.
i digressed, and then re-digressed. aw hell, there i go again. anyway, so i went to this basketball game, where our team got...for lack of a better word...killed. whatever you call losing thirteen to four. it was a kid's game, after all. and i don't doubt that some of those big old kids would wipe my arse all over the floor. i ain't hatin'. to be honest, the biggest reason i went to the game was because we were going to the red lobster afterwards. when it comes to seafood, i'm all about it.
random digression. so there's this girl...beverly...who is a student. i can't stand her. that's the nicest thing i can say about her at any given time. anyway, we regrouped all the students into ability-based groups, so that the kids in any one group are all on the same academic level. she falls to the very bottom. so, we put her in the appropriate group. in this group are all kinds of crazy kids, many of whom clash with her. i don't really blame them, but that's for another time. her parents came to the school and requested that she be given the royal treatment, to which i responded by looking at them crazy. i tend to get this crazy look when people say crazy things. i live my life like it's an ongoing sitcom, and i imagine there's a studio audience. let's say a conversation happened such as this...and this is a clip from a part of my sitcom...
this was a true incident. i only wish the cameraman was more involved with the scene. it was really a hard scene to do, especially considering that we only had one take because these guest stars (ie: beverly's mom) don't like to stick around and do more than necessary. what an appropriate statement.
i think i got so caught up in that, that i forgot the original point. well, beverly went home and basically twisted something that i said to her and that bitch of a mother came up to the school and called me into a meeting with the principal behind it. apparently i have a reputation at this damn school; i am not very well-liked by the parents. and the feeling is completely mutual. in fact, i make a point not to support the PTA in any way possible. i won't buy PTA paraphernalia (more like propaganda) nor participate in PTA sanctioned events. and i most definitely will not be joining the PTA itself, though teachers here traditionally do it for whatever reasons. f*ck what ya heard. long story short (if that's possible), i've got my own agenda for that spastic family...
speaking of spasms...i left my original original rant. so, the reason i went to the damn game was to get to the red lobster. k-ci and jojo were going to come (it would have been my dream come true) but they had other plans. so it was the usual suspects: luby, trip, and me. trip also brought his cousin, whom we'll call "prima." so there were the four of us. by the way, there is no doubt that prima and trip are related. i'll leave it at that. anyway, we're talking, as we tend to do, and i don't know how it always comes up, but we ended up talking about this weird relationship that the three of us have. luby always wants to know what people think about her...like she's stuck in that "me" stage of life and the gear won't shift. before i reveal what i said, let me preface it with the fact that almost one hundred percent of everything that i've said (except that one time, but i was on narcotics), has been true.
i told her that i thought she was self-indulgent. this bitch pinched my arm so hard that i made a face. from here, there are basically three roads you can take. i'm gonna give you the two that luby and i would go, and hell, just take the middle road...
if luby was telling this story:
wesley: you $#@% %$#@% %$#@%. pinch me again, baby, pinch me again and see what happens. i wish the hell you would put your %$#%$# hands on me like that again...never in your life have you...
luby: (pinches wesley again...harder)
if wesley was telling this story:
wesley: you didn't have to do that, dear sister. please don't do that again. it hurt a lot.
luby: (pinches wesley again...harder) now what #$@#$, now what? you always talkin' all that yak about this and that and think you all that and you ain't got...
yeah, just take the middle road and that's what actually happened. basically, the bitch pinched my upper right arm...twice...in the same place. yes, it made a nice red mark on my previously nice-looking arm. now, had prima not been there, there would most likely have been some smoke in the city. i liked to dun slapped the sh*t out of that girl. of course i would never do such a thing to a female, but it did happen in my mind. i'm better than that.
it's funny. i'm such a random person with such a quirky sense of humor. as it has been said to me, the most random things will have me on the floor crying because they're so funny. i never know what it is, or when it will be. it just comes like a thief in the night. conversely, the most random things will piss me off. i don't know why. i can't explain it. i have pet peeves like most others, but those are different. a very small number of things that people do will drive me away for a long time. pinching is at the top of the list it seems. jab tried that sh*t a couple years ago at the old school and i (being a different person back then) called her some very unpleasant things.
i was much better this time. i just smiled and got eerily quiet. it was calm feeling, like when your soul has settled and you finally realize what must be done. that kind of feeling. we ended the night not long after that because...well...it was time for me to go. in retrospect, i'm not really sure what trip's cousin prima thought about me; she probably thinks i'm crazy as hell, but oh well...you gotta call 'em like you see 'em.
this mornting, when i woke up, i noticed that my upper right arm was clearly tarnished by a darkish red mark that somehow appeared during the night. i could only assume that it was the workings of luby. she was all up on my mind this morning. so i texted her and just asked her in the future not to pinch my arm. i didn't care if she hit, kick, punched, slapped, stabbed, shot, or pushed me. just don't do the pinching thing. well of course this opened up a whole can of worms with this...girl. "don't try and hook me up with trip." "don't call me self-indulgent." don't do this. don't do that. i was like, "fine. i won't call you anything ever again...i just don't like being pinched."
i've got a new attitude in '012. i'm trying to wean myself off of passive-aggression. i think she was testing me.
challenge,
-w
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