Oh man this has been a really great week. Last Saturday, we decided to be 6 years old and go to the roller rink. Actually, we decided that two weeks ago and last Saturday we went back. Anyway, four homies and I go to the roller rink we just heard about and all but Danny rent some "blades." So this being the second time, we wised up and went to the late session because when we went to an afternoon one they told us they couldn't put better music on until the late session and forced us to listen to Nelly a lot. They did play some better music this time, plus they turn the lights off and there's just disco lights and stuff. Ok so for one thing, there are a lot more people there, mostly early high school students from the looks of the crowd. You know, the ones who can't drive themselves anywhere and have to have a place for their parents to drop them off. So there were a couple of couples making out RIGHT THERE ON THE SIDE OF THE RINK. Hello? So, naturally, being the horrid roller blader that I am (it was only my second time ever on them) I don't know how to stop, and at one point accidentally ran into the wall right next to where the kids were making out. Silly me. heh. But wait, it got better! We were standing around and my pal Anya said she could do the splits. "Let's see it" was our reply, of course. So she's going down and "eeeert!" her pants rip! The inside seam, right by the crotch . . . hello, blue panties. More adventure ensued as I tried to drive Danny's POS Jeep Cherokee to find some remedy for her situation, and we ended up at KMart. I bought her some duct tape and the employee who had directed me to it asked if I was going to kidnap someone. "No, but now that you mention it . . ." So, back to the skating rink. Danny skates over on the only roller skates in the joint and is like "Umm I just ran over something." me: Oh? him: yeah, I skated by some girl and she was all "watch out!" but I didn't see it in time and ran it over. me: what, did she drop a cell phone or something? him: I don't think so, it was squishy. Maybe it was a candy bar or something; I didn't hang around to find out. Two seconds later the lights come on and everyone that's not me, Danny, Bobby, or Anya is in a circle on the rink and lo and behold, he ran over a baby bat that had fallen out of the rafters! Some pubescent girls skated over and pointed their fingers: "HE'S the one who did it!" and the chick who works there came over, horrified, mumbling "I had to scrape its guts off the floor . . ." All in all, pretty amusing and a well-spent $6. I have $3.70 in my checking account. Time for me to work! I had a lil more than that until I stopped at The Wherehouse on Tuesday . . . apparently the one I went to is like the only one in the country not unloading their stock at like 5 for a dollar, but I looked through anyway. I picked up an old Mortal CD, not too hot, but I scored "Light a match, for I deserve to burn" by The Beautiful Mistake and am maaaadly in love with that album. Worth being broke for! Luckily (oi!) for me like every friend has a birthday this month. Ok not EVERY friend, only two or three. But one is one of my two favorite homegirls, Katie, and another is my boy, Jesse, and both have a status in my life requiring awesome gifts! So, I'm going to tap into my savings once again. Oh my yes, need to go back to work. Heh. Oh and tonight I made pizza from scratch! I was really excited because my mom's pizza is seriously famous . . . sometimes I talk to people and they're like "oh yes, I remember your mom, she made pizza for us one time! . . . that was good pizza." And she gave me instructions tonight and it came out great! So stoked! Mmmmmm pizza. Might go get some right now. Be jealous.
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