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Ichabod!

2002-01-11 11:01 p.m.

wow. what a day.

first off. eight heliocopters flew over my house at one thirty this afternoon. normally, one heliocopter heading to indiantown gap is enough to rattle the window panes. but i hear a noise like the apocalypse and go outside my front door and see not one, but eight heliocopters flying north in formation. kinda creepy.

not long after that, still in my pjs, i get a call from the only boy ever to identify himself by name when he calls. "hello. this is josh." what? josh? who? josh reynolds? but i dont know josh reynolds! oh yeah, hollywood video josh. cool! so he gives me twenty minutes to get ready and we go to lunch. nice. and were fine as long as were talking about college stuff. but as soon as high school comes up, its justin this and justin that.

yeah. so. justin.

justin was a guy in high school that i had a crush on for quite a long time. listened to cool music, read neat books and such. pretty cute, too. but it always bugged me that whenever anyone wanted to know about the sixties they assumed he knew, when i usually knew more about the topic at hand than he did. hmph. he writes in my yearbook junior year that talking about a doors video with me opened his mind and made him less shallow. wow, im thinking. he goes on to say that im the true hippie of our class and that hes just a facade. hes working on becoming truly hippie, he writes. awesome, says i, ill have to get to know him better. so the next year, i actually get around to spending some time with him....and find out hes a pretty big jerk. bt style. yeah. so now i just find it funnier and funnier anytime i hear people talking about him and what hes up to now, and i cant help but wondering if hes just as fake as he ever was.

anyway, the latest news on justin is that he bought a vw bus and plays bass in a punk band. ::shrugs::

but lunch with josh was really cool, hes a great guy. fellow smapum lover too.

after that kate and i went to the show at the wire. twas pretty darn cool. wait, no it wasnt, not at first anyway. at first all the little fifteen year olds were there. the same little kids i called half pint punks when i went to shows. no, i swear, i think two of them actually were the same kids. and the things they wear now. i saw half a dozen ramones shirts, plus a plurality of ZERO sweatshirts...how did kate and i miss the boat on those? were guessing zero means something else now, and were just not hip to it. but the stupidest part were the safety pins. there were kids, yes more than one, who would put safety pins on the seams of their t shirts and sweatshirts. no rips. i mean, if they had ripped apart the seams and then pinned them together, that would have been cool. but this was just pins and no rips. all over the seams. and one guy didnt even have manly industrial safety pins.....he actually had the little itty bitty gold ones all over his sweatshirt. what? whats this about? oh my, they were just so young! i felt so old. i felt like i should retire, turn in my spiked dog collar and hang up the ripped jeans. as the year went on though, the youngns had to go to bed and the crowd got a little older. the piyori condition actually rawked out pretty well. i thought i had taken twelve pictures and a looked down and my camera says, no hun, youve taken about twenty three. wow. so that roll went quickly. then sarah showed up. yay! then kate and i left for coffee at barnes and noble. we met jake and brad who were hiiiiiilarrrrious. then sarah showed up. yay! again! and kate described the night as severely bizarre. ::sighs:: it was great. quite the productive day. i wanted to do laundry and get semi packed today. but this was much better.

and ever cooler than all that. i watched the legend of sleepy hollow this morning. with johnny depp. oh yeah, oh yeah.