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VICTORY FOR EL CHUPA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, sure, for those that didn't watch the last episode of The World Series of Pop Culture, I just spoiled the end, but, is it really that important? No, I don't think so. What is important is the fact that the freaky child molestor man got the boot! And, I LOVE Alexandra. She's so pretty, and smart in the ways of pop culture. Sure, she wasn't the one who won everything in the end, but damn, that girl was impressive! Much love, much love indeed.

The funeral was kind of sad, as most funerals tend to go. The first thing I noticed was just how shitty the funeral home was designed. Everyone that was in front of the casket could see everything, but those of us on the side (myself included, because my mother can't be on time to anything, let alone early) couldn't see jack shit. Stupid design. Not that I wanted to see the casket, but the point remains... what about the people who did and who were on the side? People were talking about God, which I hate. The guy who was talking was the guy who married my parents. Stupid people talking about God. What about those of us who don't believe? Huh?

I saw my aunt and the woman who I hate more than damn near anyone else in the universe. She complimented my hair, though, so I was conflicted. No, really, I was. I love getting compliments on my hair, but if it be from the woman I hate, do they not cancel each other out? Other random people were like 'you're so handsome.' None of those comments mattered. Friends of family's opinions don't matter. It's like a rule or something.

We went to the burial after that. My mother and I looked for my great-grandmother and great-uncle, but were unsuccessful in our quest. I maintain that funerals should seriously have a map, like Disneyland. 'These people are buried here.' Or, I should just pay more attention to the place where people are buried when they're buried. But the map is much easier.

I stayed at the wake for a little while, but since I was so close to my grandmother's house I just walked over there. It was extremely windy, and my hair got ruined, but she appreciated my visit, so it was okay.

My monitor is STILL dead. Everything is fucked up, colors are bad. Dad hopefully will take me to best buy later today to buy one. I thought I was going with him to watch him play music at a jazz club, but the fucking thing is all the way in San Fran, at 10. No way in hell am I going to San Fran at 10 at night. Even if he stays there for an hour only it will still mean getting home at 1. Screw that shit. Plus, it's San Fran, in the middle of the night. Sure, it isn't Oakland, but it is close enough...


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Aug. 4th, 2006 08:33 pm (UTC)




I am watching it *right now* and I have like 10 minutes left and you just ruined it for me.

*sigh* I will only forgive you because I, too, love Alexandra. And the weird guy? BAD TEETH. ew ew ew he's on right now and gives me the heebies AND the jeebies. But I noticed bad teeth on others (like BAD brownish colored) and so I wonder if it's partly the lighting..?
Aug. 5th, 2006 12:12 am (UTC)
Well, I figured that A) You watch three hours ahead of me. B) You love it as much as I do, and C) You would have already watched it. So it isn't MY fault that you're behind the times, now is it? I did think about putting it under a cut, but the mood left me quickly, mostly because I felt that everyone deserved to know anyway that the freaky child molestor lost, because when freaky child molestors lose, everyone else wins!

I know for a fact that I was not scared of him because of his teeth. Everything else about that guy creeped me out so much I barely had time to look at his teeth.

But, I am sorry it was ruined.

Aug. 5th, 2006 12:22 am (UTC)
it's called DVR :P :P
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