The joys of an uncinematic life

7/1/09: My day today was so post-cinema. All I mean by that i guess is that in movies, characters live such predictable lives and my day was crazy and unpredictable. Today I got up at 8am, rode home, showered, breakfasted, which was basically coffee, and then stale coffee that i put ice in and pretended it was iced coffee. I watched a little Wimbledon until it was time to meet the 'rents for real work. I painted and chatted with my mom about subjects that clearly made her uncomfortable (girls, etc). Then I went to see Doctor. It reminded me of taking your car to the shop, where they tell you what you already know is wrong with your car, but then they also tell you other things. Giraffe skin is not just my skin being weird. It is fungus!!! Gross city. Staph infection is just that and he was non-plussed. Antibiotics are happening anyway. But he was super cool in a "im a bad parent and i dont give a fuck" kind of way. He gave his 2 and 3 year old beer and smoked cigars and was very drunk the whole time. Then I worked more with my brother on buying doors. We got ripped off but my brother gave up trying to argue and just hated everyone in the world for a while instead of getting the right price. Baseball was kind of a bust cause we lost, but was awesome because i played super well and hit the ball really hard every time which was especially nice because my brother was really bad today so I got to shine a bit. Then something happened that would never happen at a movie. while softball team was hanging out drinking beers and watching the next game (always friends are playing next) my brother asks me, "so, you want to play tennis.?" Obv. So we go, and I am super drunk, and he takes my money. Again. NBD. Then even more things happen. Can you believe I live a real life anymore? I meet up with softball team at some restaurant, and they all are cooks and total foodies and know people and it is awesome because we eat great food. Then off to Fat Tuesdays (super scene change instantly, but I adapt because I am just living it apparently) for this drink called a Sluricane which is just a alcohol slushee but is pretty good for a girlee drink. At some point I convince a bunch of these jock people to hang out at the Barbs, because Andy and Deven and co. are there so this girl even puts my bike in her car and drives me up north. Turns out she is 6 foot a million and even into me so we take photo booth picture and dance a bit and maybe have a date next week so that is awesome and I am always so surprised when girls like me but its sooooooo awesome. I like dancing to 50's and 60's music so much better than hiphop or house or whatever and I had a good time going out for the first time in forever. But.... maybe I threw up those girlee drinks alot in the trashcan. At least I felt it coming and got away and I just bailed on cute supertall girl instead of puking on the dancefloor. Oh, and I forgot to mention that I got away with smuggling a million drinks in and felt pretty good about it. But then bad just now when i realized I spend money at other worse places earlier in the night. Whatevs. Sorry this post was one big block of text that just ran and ran. I am still drunk (throw up much? so lame) but wanted to be grateful for a day that made me feel young again and ready to meet people and get new connections, because today everything pretty much turned out right even though the news was all bad. Two sicknesses instead of one, sports lost, throwing up, etc. Doesn't matter- life at its most varied is always such a treat.

Today I learned that someone was a lesbian that I have know for almost five years, completely unaware. It makes alot of sense, and obviously I knew she was awesome so it doesn't change anything, but I feel a bit silly about the whole thing. How does that go unnoticed?