The High Five Game

We've been trying to get Dorian to give us high fives. Over and over and over. He's been kinda reaching for and grabbing hands, which is good enough for us. My mom was just doing it, actually. She puts up her hand and says, "Dorian, give me five!" and we wait a bit. And my mother's hand moves a little, to get his attention. And we wait. And he reaches for my mother's hand and grabs it, and right then, EVERYONE GOES NUTS! YAYY! YAAAAAYY YAHAHAA! HAAAAY! And there is applause and people are jumping up and down!

And then we do it again. :)

Blog for the hell of it.

Has it been a week already? Damn. I thought I was doing so well with this blog. I have nothing entertaining to talk about. I was thinking, What did I do today? And immediately, my instinct was to complain about the fucking TTC, because it sucked so bad today. Boring. I saw the Wrestler today. It was good but anybody who has watched five minutes of TV in the last two months could probably tell you that.

Sometimes I smell my own hair. Freshly washed, greasy as hell, whatever. Having long hair enables me to do this, so I do it. I like doing it.

I finally got some Nutella; May strongly suggested that I try it a long time ago. This morning I had it on some toast. I don't know if that's how you're supposed to do it but that's what the picture on the jar appears to be of, so that's what I did. I liked it. Sweet. Smooth. Less spreadable than I had thought it would be.

Let's move right along so that Darren doesn't say anything vulgar about that last bit.

There are a lot of presentations I have to do for school. I think almost every class has a presentation. I hate presentations. They make me nervous and shakey, more so. I may have wrote about this already, I don't remember. Somebody did a presentation on Asperger's syndrome today. It made me wish that I had some kind of diagnosable problem so that I could blame my shortcomings on something besides just being a lame guy.

I think I'm done for now.

Watch your dick,


Owen

I Am Procrastinating.

I have a stupid assignment due tomorrow. It is a report on the A/V equipment available at school. It is worth zero percent of final grade. This alone makes me not want to do it, but douchey course instructor insists we should.
I was exempted from taking English, which is awesome. Glad to have less stupid shit on my course load.

Nephew Dorian is funny. He laughs any time we say the word "uncle" in my grandma's crazy grandma dialect. He is slowly learning to respond appropriately when we say, "Gimme five, Dorian!"

This girl who is in all of my classes is my friend now because she started talking to me on the bus, and she talks a lot, which is good because I don't know how to talk a lot like she does. She talks at high speeds about friends and family, and it's literally impossible for me to keep track of who is who because there are so many people in her life that she tells me about, but the stories are mostly at least mildly entertaining. Much of the time, I don't know how to respond properly in a conversational way, so I just smile or laugh a little. My face starts to hurt from artificial-smiling too much after a while. Social interaction and I are not the best of friends.

Trudy was pinching my elbow with a hairclip. She said "Doesn't that hurt?"
I said, "No, it's annoying."
Then she said, "No. You know what's annoying?"

Then, slowly, calmly, she put the hairclip on, and stood up.

"SNAP ATTACK!" She then commenced waving her hands around my face, snapping her fingers over and over again. I like that motherhood has not yet demanded that she mature too much.

I meant to start this stupid assignment an hour ago. Fawwwk.

Yesterday I listened to Bright Eyes' "Landlocked Blues" for the first time, and pretty much spent all day with it. I think it's amazing.

Penis Oil

This middle-aged Chinese guy at work named Jack has a bit of a lispy Chinese accent. So it was quite humourous today when he asked me if I knew whether or not we carried peanut oil. I bravely resisted the urge to laugh in his face, because I'm a gigantic asshole but I pretend that I'm not.

Beans were a bad choice.

That's all.

I didn't like Darren for five minutes last night.

Last night on MSN, Darren made me feel like a dinosaur for still being on Xanga. He was being such a DICK. So I'm taking this opportunity to act like a bitch about it. Thanks Darren, for making me cave. I am now here, because everyone knows having fewer than three blogs is uncivilised.

This morning I listened to Empty Cell by Rusty, which I hadn't heard in probably more than ten years. And last night I saw an Everclear video on MuchMoreRetro, from the same year. I think I kind of miss 1997. I liked that time on Six Feet Under when Nate said, "You can't take a picture of this; it's already gone." TRU DAT!

Ok this Show is kinda shitty so far. Sorry!