mood: richmusic: 'jaan pehechaan ho' by mohammed rafi

no, i am not rich. i just feel that way tonight.

things have been eerily quiet lately. i've had my share of weird nights, not just because of weird events, which have been happening a lot lately, but just weirdness in the air.

the other night i slept over at christian's house and watched a couple of movies. first was waking life, which was pretty good, but was often times way too dialogue-based to be truly enjoyed. the film is a cartoon, but the cartoon was traced from the original film, which made room for small visual tweaks. it added to the trippy feel of all the dream/consciousness/existentialism/reality talk that the film was centered upon. i'm pretty interested in that topic, so i wasn't too overwhelmed by all the psychobabble, but i shudder to think how monotonous the movie would have seemed if there hadn't been the visual relief of the cartoon wackiness.

after that, we went out to the hollywood ihop for some coffee, and things got weirder. our server, named anastasia, was timid and mail-order bride-ish when serving us, but very forward and animated when serving other tables. a scene-kid teenager sitting with her family kept eyeing me, and there was a eastern european family with two blonde bombshells sitting across from their supposed father and sibling, who were well under their level of hotness. for a while, we thought they were actually prostitutes or something, before we made a more sensible and less rude conclusion.

once we left, i noticed that across the street was the roosevelt hotel, where r.f.k. was shot and killed. i had heard from a teacher that it was abandoned and was going to be turned into a school, but when we passed by, there was much hustle and bustle and valets were even darting in and out of the parking lot. plan b was mount olympus, and i was fine with that.

the view was amazing. we were high enough that we could distinguish the atmosphere, the skyline, and the layer of pollution to be turned into smog in the morning. oddly enough, we stopped in some field next to a house that seemed completely out of place for such a rich place as mt. olympus. we left that field, only to find another field one house down. i suggested that it was the field where rich people brought their horses to take them for a walk. much chuckling ensued.

back at christian's house, we popped in mulholland drive, which is pretty much my favorite movie, only because you can't watch it once and understand it all too well. this was my 4th or 5th time, i can't exactly remember, and i still picked up a handful of new details. at that point it was 5 or so, and we went to sleep.

waking up the next day, i realized it would be one of those days with a certain tinge of weirdness in the air. it most definitely was. the early saturday morning was christened by a double quarter-pounder with cheese and a mcflurry on the steps of rodeo plaza in beverly hills. that's all you really need to know about that day.

i spent tonight with nikki, akino, and arun, an even more 'ethnic' group of friends than the usuals. we walked around the 3rd street promenade and ended up at the westchester in 'n out only to see a bunch of people who went to st. monica's high school. they have early curfews, whereas mine basically doesn't exist anymore, so after they had to go home, i took andres and kristy to denny's for a couple rounds of joe.

is it weirding anyone else out that i've been to so many trademark l.a. spots in the last couple of days?

---Goei---

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Ghetto Chainsaw: You forgot your 'spirit fingers'

blimpa: Oh the spirit fingers were there right after. Things actually exist even if they're not photographed. I know. I find it hard to fathom too.

who's up for some context?