mood: fat music: 'rhinoceros' by guenter schulz & en esch

ok so this weekend was weird. on friday, sergio ditched us all to go on a pseudo-date with tracey, (ooh, drama...) so andres, chris, kristy, and i were forced to go elsewhere on the eve of our weekend. we ended up at the santa monica promenade, and more specifically at a handful of the hipster-chic, junky haut-couture clothing retailers that are so abundant on the west side of la la land. this was the doing of kristy, devil-g.irl extraordinaire. still, i can't blame her too much; it turns out i look pretty good in popular fashions, such as a faded black corduroy blazer, priced at $89. believe it or not, this was relatively cheap for their array of used-looking outerwear. i'll stick to salvation army, thank you very much. i like the fading on my clothes to be authentic.

chris also pointed out that we did have these popular looks first, meaning all the l.a. hipsters copied us. they copied andres's horizontal stripes, chris's new-found "greaser" look, kristy's affinity for outdated cartoon characters (i.e. Strawberry Shortcake), and my love for the kitsch t-shirt (i.e. "toupdate: the new style of old-style design").

the evening was not all happy happy joy, though. i felt pretty down for the whole night for no decent enough reason to document here.

before going home, we went to the lot above ralph's, which i actually hadn't been to in a while. we stopped by downstairs to buy ice cream, and chris and kristy bought me a fake black rose with gold glitter and fake thorns, even. i guess my mood was apparent.

saturday was better, but for illegitimate reasons. you see, andres had his wisdom teeth extracted on friday morning, so he had painkillers at his disposal. now, i'm smart enough to know that most of the horror stories are times when stupid people use in gross excess. i am not stupid. i took half a pill, and made someone else drive. the result was kind of odd. after about an hour, i started to get really hyper, which surprised the hell out of the saturday night usuals; i normally play the role of the somber and reserved young . the one with the quiet affinity for the strange. but saturday night i destroyed that reputation. i was running around like the village idiot, giving and getting piggyback rides, saying whatever came to mind, and being complete carefree overall. i was happy, albeit artificially.

i did manage to do something i'd wanted to do for years, though. we spent a few hours at a carnival that was hosted by a local elementary school. ofcourse, my first thought was that i'd outgrown this years ago. but eventually, after much coaxing, a couple of us agreed to use some money to go on the ride that required the most bravado: 'the zipper'. here's a picture of the beast.

back in the 5th grade it was called "the kamikaze", and only the bravest of the 12 year olds went on it. i did not belong to this group. therefore i did not board "the kamikaze". i got really close though. but i never actually did it, and i regretted it for a long time. the sight of this old rival brought back all these memories, and maybe it was the -induced fearlessness, but i jonesing to be zipped. of course, it was not until i was in the tiny steel cage with kristy beside me, that i realized how much my weight was going to affect the experience. allow me to simplify:

more mass = more inertia
*therefore*
fat = spin

oh, and spin we did. they even messed up and took us on two times. i couldn't stop laughing quietly like a maniac, and kristy echoed my laughter at times. i don't know whether it was nervously or simply because my good humor rubbed off.

oh and this halloween i'm going to be a beatnik. os and all. coolsville.

---Goei---