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:: 10.27.2002 ::

The word on the street is that tonight is day-light savings time. I hope that’s true, cuz if it is, than it rules. If not, I’m going to be an hour late getting to church tomorrow morning.

Last night Rosalin, Peter and I went to see The Aquabats in LA, which was pretty cool, except we got stuck down in the pit where everyone was wearing costumes and crowd surfing all over the place. We felt about five years too old, which was weird because we’re supposed to be youthful and exuberant, too! But somehow I don’t think it would matter – even if I was 14 I still wouldn’t want to be smashed up against a bunch of other people’s sweaty tee-shirts and capes, especially while they’re still sweating in them, and I definitely wouldn’t let them push me around up in the air. It was cool to watch I guess, but not when you’re afraid of getting kicked in the head. Which I was. Fortunately I was still cool enough to enjoy the show. I mean hey, I’m not 20 or anything . . . yet. L

I made a small, rough page with some pictures from the movie I’m working on right now that’s tentatively titled My Terrifying Zombie Adventure. It’s here. More info up soon.
Maybe.

:: Aaron Humphrey 1:05 AM or 2:05 AM, depending on how you look at it reply [+] ::
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I learned something today. It is that unless I’ve got something made up before hand, I’m a terrible liar. I can practically spit out stories about South American penguins and swamp men and whatnot, but when it comes to constructing realistic fictions that plausibly could exist in the real world, I fare far from well.
Witness exhibit A: Today while sk8 boarding back from the library (returning books on freakin’ time, baby! first time this year I think.) I stopped to say hi to some kids I knew from school who were eating outside Watson’s Drug Store (I think that’s the one they put in That Thing You Do, if you didn’t know). They asked me to have a seat, and I should have just taken their offer. I mean, it wouldn’t have hurt. Not as much as saying “no, I have to get back to do some work” and then saying “um . . . you know, I don’t really remember” when they asked me what work I had to do. Mostly I think I held a blank expression while my mind raced frantically trying to remember what exactly it was that I had to do. And even while I began to realize that hesitating and staring vacantly when I was asked simple questions was really making me look like I was on drugs, I still couldn’t find a way to fix it. Eventually I just gave up and sat down. Surprisingly, it didn’t suck as much as not sitting down did.

You know the guy who came up with the phrase “digging yourself into a whole,” not the guy who was actually talking about digging a real whole, but the guy who meant it figuratively. If you do, let me know. Because I think he and I would have a lot to talk about.

Also witness exihibit B: I’m on my way to somewhere and encounter a girl who I recognize, but whose name I don’t remember. “Hi, Aaron,” she says, “I bet you don’t remember my name, do you?” What stupid question! Her name was Michelle. She had to tell me.
Later that night I’m getting out of a car in the parking lot of The Chain Reaction (I don’t think any movies have been filmed there, but I guess it’s where some bands you’ve probably heard of have played music) and getting out of another car right next to the car I’m getting out of is the same girl from before! “Hi, Aaron, I didn’t know you were coming to this show,” she says. “Hi Michelle, see I remembered your name this time, so there,” I say. “That’s not my name,” she says. “Ha ha, yeah right, Michelle,” I say. “Michelle and I totally do not look the same!,” she yells and walks away. Her name is really Kat. I met her at some honors function? There are things she has to tell me later that I have absolutely no recollection of. I try to not let her know this. “I’m sorry I thought you were Michelle,” I tell her. “It’s ok,” she says, “you remember who I am now, right?” “Oh yeah,” I say, and am glad that she doesn’t ask me what I remember about her, because I would look vacant and she would not only think I was high, she would also hate me for the rest of her life.

And I wonder why girls won’t talk to me.

:: Aaron Humphrey 1:05 AM reply [+] ::
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Exciting things do happen at college. This just doesn’t seem to be the place to talk about them.
The last two days I’ve had vegetarian tacos for dinner. Not exactly be design, but once you’ve had a taco without meat, you can’t really go back. When they’re stuffed with beans, cheese and other Mexican stuff it’s not like the tacos are in need of fat, which is the delicious role that meat traditionally plays in the grand drama of eating food. Plus taco meat is usually rotten anyway. That’s why they put it in tacos.
Besides food, my other most frequent domestic topic on this page has historically been sleep, mainly my inadequacy in acquiring it. But due to my large reading load, I’ve had no problem getting enough sleep this semester. For example, today I woke up next to the novel I was reading, with no real memory of falling asleep or any idea of how long I’d been asleep. Most of my dreams usually involve me dreaming about waking up and reading again, but I do get to sleep, so you know . . . it’s cool.
And as a result of it being cool, I haven’t spent a lot of time talking about sleep (until today I guess, which kinda shuts down my whole transition and makes it look rather trite, but you know . . . it’s cool), and thus laundry has begun emerging as a dominant topic that really isn’t interesting. That I talk about. You see, this is why I haven’t been updating recently. Sigh. I had some clever anecdote all planned out that was going to go here, but it looks like I blew my chances dead in the water. Oh well. Big lack-luster finish: I left my clothes in the dryer for a while tonight, then forgot about them. Then I went to pick them up and someone had sorted and folded them nicely for me, and I thanked both the Lord and whoever invented co-ed dorms. The end.

Self promotion: Since I know the guys (and girl!) in Breakfast Epiphanies, and they knew I write stuff, they asked me to write some specific stuff, namely the band biography for their website. Not that you have to read it. But if you click on the "Band" section, you can. It's long.

:: Aaron Humphrey 1:04 AM reply [+] ::
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I just ate a “regular fry” and “cheese quesedilla” from Del Taco, where Grant and I drove at 12:37 tonight, and also some OJ which has been in the fridge for a number of weeks which I don’t remember. Without a doubt I will be sick tonight, and that’s probably why.

This morning I woke up at 7:30 to the sound of Ed’s alarm going off (I literally woke up because I heard the music stop) and had to get up about that time for a planned film shoot for my cinematography class. I drug myself, my sk8 board, grant’s goth jacket with ripped off, safety-pinned sleeves (my props), and the camera box and the tripod and my backpack to our planned meeting place and waited. When no one showed up for a while, I decided to start loading the film, so that we’d be ready when the other guys got there. I knew all about how to do this, because I had spent way too long the day before making sure I knew everything about how the camera worked before checking it out. This included running a test roll of film through the camera to make sure it didn’t get scratched, and also leaving the intake reel somewhere in the check-out room. Of course, that part wasn’t exactly intentional. But as a result we would be able to do a grand total of no filming that fateful AM. When the rest of my group finally showed up (they had been waiting somewhere else and looking for me), they confessed that they really just wanted to go back to bed, so everyone won!

Except me, who had to now take the camera back to the goldroom, about 10 blocks from the dorms, and an awful long way to walk when one is carrying both a large camera box (containing one slightly hefty camera) and a large, awkward tri-pod. I had the sense to leave the jacket and sk8 board at home, but also the um . . . lack of sense? to leave the camera filter (which is so small you could eat it) there as well. So I got to take the walk twice. Got my freaking exercise, ok?

The other day I ran into my talkative friend Cali (who actually is from Colorado or something) who told me that she was sorry I had missed class the other day (to Mom and Dad: I was writing an essay for another class. It was ok.) because she had wanted to heckle me about all the freshman girls who apparently had crushes on me? Her case in point was the Honors Retreat in which a couple of girls had been “totally swooning” (her words, not mine) and doing thing like wanting to borrow my hat. I did remember some people other than me wearing my hat, so I thought maybe she could not totally be lying, but then I remembered that my hat is dang awesome, and everyone wants to wear it. I knew there had to be some rational explanation. The shirt I’m wearing right now sums it all up: Hats.

I know since I’ve been complaining about crappy food, walking a long way and my hat getting more action than I could possibly fathom, it may appear that I’m feeling down and need cookies and candy. I do need cookies and candy. But today’s been a pretty good day, regardless. Since I was up so early and couldn’t go back to sleep I’ve been jumping off the walls all day. Just ask my slacker roommates who are already in bed. And it’s not even two in the morning! Can you believe them? I mean, can you?

:: Aaron Humphrey 1:54 AM reply [+] ::
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Today as I went to get dressed I realized that I had very little left to get dressed with. I had a large number of tee-shirts to wear, as usual, but little else. The hole in the right knee of my remaining pair of jeans is big enough for a small dog to jump through and tear my patella (that means knee cap in bone language) out of. It’s seriously like 1994 over here. I just need a jean jacket and some hi-top sneakers.
So, the point is that I’m staying up tonight so that my laundry can get clean and my clothes can get washed. Wait, is that the same thing? I am very tired. MS Word just underlined that whole last sentence in green, but it looks ok to me, so I’m going to pretend I didn’t see it. Take that, grammar! As much as I hate Word, though, I really actually like it just because every time I load it up it sez “The Copy of Microsoft Word is Licensed to Mix Masta ARO” and when I type Mix M it fills in the asta ARO for me. The leads me to believe that not only am I both clever and funny, but I proves that my word processor also believes this. It’s a little joke between the two of us. We are very smart, my software and I.
When the Robot Wars come, though, things will get tough. I’ll have to lay down the smack on MS Word One Million and tell it where to put its underlining spell check crap, but I’ll remember fondly the days when we both chuckled over my witty nickname.
The Internet is actually very likely a waste of your time. Turn it off before it’s too late. But sign my guestbook first.

:: Aaron Humphrey 12:45 AM reply [+] ::
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Well, kids . . . can I call you kids? Good. Well, kids, I can’t say my life’s been EZ the last week or so, but can’t say it hasn’t been worthwhile, either. Or good. Because if I’m not starving or being raped and or killed, how bad can it get? Not too much. Plus things are good anyway, so I don't know why I'm even talking about rape. I wish people didn't do it, though.
After staying late at my cinematography class last week to finish up shooting my first motion picture film with a motion picture camera (holy crap, by the way!) my food schedule was off, and I had to eat somewhere different from usual since the cafeteria had closed, which put me in directly in the path of Sharaf from across the hall, who had a desperate, last minute favor to ask of me. The story = long, but the result was me being a nice, guy and ending up spending my weekend representing the Middle Eastern Students Association (MESA, for those of y’all who like a handful of long words all turned into one small word with big letters) on the Associated Students retreat on the Queen Mary (the ship, not the mom), which basically was like a big meeting to decide on a budget for the school year and play “team building” games.
Fortunately there was a big constitutional crisis involving the radio station, which took up most of the weekend, so games were kept to a minimum. I knew no basically no one going on this thing, so I was surprised to find some of the government kids to actually be fun to talk to. As a result my sleep was also kept to a minimum. I’m glad that I was able to be semi-awake on the second day, though because that’s when I saw the two coolest things of the trip. The first was the continental breakfast that morning: I got there towards the end and thought that maybe they ran out of all the normal food, because all that was left was brownies, raisin cookies, little bottles of soda, and orange juice. Nope. That was all they served. I started complaining, because what the heck, that isn’t breakfast! but then I was like “well why the heck shouldn’t it be?” and I realized how freaking awesome to have adults with name tags to basically tell you that you’re supposed to eat brownies and soda for breakfast. Boo yah! The other sweet thing was seeing the kid from the Hawaii club get up there and present his budget, which looked like this:
Hawaii Club budget
$750 – Food
$50 – Candy

That was it.
:: Aaron Humphrey 12:45 AM reply [+] ::
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