name that reference

title, two posts ago. i was hoping someone would pick up on it before, but now i'm actively asking.

addendum

the subject of the previous post is evidently made of pure malice. good luck with that, buddy.

yes, yes, you got his number

many stories added to the annals this weekend. one of note:

tao, casey, rubes, and i are sitting at road house (i actually typed lion's head there first before realizing my error). i am scrolling through casey's phone to find people to call and berate until they agree to come. i get to esther. i hit send, and show casey the phone because i know he'll be embarassed. the phone rings 6, 7 times. i say, "great job casey. this is what you get for not moving your ass. she's probably fucking some other white guy from wisconsin right now."

she picks up. the table around me explodes into laughter (i am not laughing). there is no saving this. i jump fucking ship and end the call.

i call 2 or 3 other people, with mixed results. then i call esther again. i say i dropped the phone and the battery fell out, which i feel is a reasonably good save, considering. i tell her to come to roadhouse. the conversation runs something like so:

come to road house.
where?
road house.
why?
casey said he misses you, and he wants you to come.
no he didn't. casey wouldn't say that.
yeah you're right, he didn't. i was just fucking with you.
so why should i come to road house?
it'll be fun. come on.
are you really at road house?
what?
are you actually there?
what do you mean? where else would we be?
you're not just fucking with me?
[i give the phone to casey at this point, he confirms, some other stuff happens, she says she'll "stop by"]

at this point i ask my friends what that even means. who would tell someone to go to a bar they weren't even at? what kind of petty evil would that be? wow.

she arrives at some point, takes a seat. i ask her if she was serious when she asked that question. she asks what i mean, and i clarify. "who would do that? what kind of a person would tell someone to go to a bar they weren't even at?"

she considers for a moment, and looking right at me, answers, "an asshole."

well, shit. here's a person i met only one week ago and have had, we'll say, 3 hours of being in the same room. she has sure got me pegged though.

now this is what i was talking about before. what am i, really? an asshole? a nice guy pretending to be an asshole? an asshole pretending to be a nice guy pretending to be an asshole? i don't think i could possibly be a nice guy pretending to be an asshole pretending to be a nice guy pretending to be an asshole, because that would just be far too confusing.

i will die alone. this really is mildly upsetting, no matter how i look at it.

no grading done today. my geometry kids are failing, and i don't have the numbers to show them. so whose fault is it when they fail at the end of the semester? this whole hand holding thing... but how can we do sink or swim when we KNOW that they will sink?

oh antonia

how much is a signed picture of anna wainscoat worth? let me know if you're interested. and don't forget the value of the crushed dreams of many little children.

i had a blast this weekend. i was on fucking fire. except at the bar, a little. i could be a blazing inferno and i'd still be an embarassment to the ladies.

lotta fun. i'll talk about it more later.

ddd

deep discount has, among others, these titles for buy 2 get 1 free. each costs 8.97 so it's $6 per movie. not bad.

10 things i hate about you
25th hour
bicentennial man
clerks (animated series)
from dusk til dawn 1 2 or 3
grosse pointe blank
high fidelity
iron monkey
keeping the faith
nothing to lose
reign of fire
shanghai knights
shanghai noon
shaolin soccer
she's all that
signs
simon birch
swingers
the cider house rules
the rock
the waterboy

history

i'm having this problem. last night i could not go to sleep so i put in a movie to fall asleep to. ended up being more awake through it all the way until the end. i got 3.5 hours of sleep last night. i feel exhausted now, so i put in a movie to fall asleep to, and now it's 2 hours later. i'm mostly worried about how tired i will be during the drive to new york and how worthless i'll be friday night. oh, i might as well admit it, last night i stayed up until 2:30 in the morning watching love, actually. tonight was punch drunk love. it was interesting how much i forgot from both of them. i actually was thinking of writing something about selective memory. i remember, and this is a slight spoiler, when the guy bought the gold necklace, that he ended up giving it to his wife, even though we were _supposed_ to think he was going to give it to his secretary. way off. he flat out gave it to his secretary, the bastard. i wanted him to give it to his wife, and so i remembered it happening that way. i wonder if there's giant chunks of my life that i've rewritten, beyond movies that i've viewed. that leads into a whole thing about how i barely remember my childhood at all. whatever, i'm exhausted. i'll just lie in bed until i fall asleep. which i have trouble doing, because of the idea of wasted time. but that's yet another topic entirely.

happy birthday, casey!

i had a fun time in new york this weekend.
columbia cottage, where i refused any terrible wine and simply enjoyed my diced chicken with peanuts and hot peppers. that esther the molester was cute. casey needs to hook that up.
lion's head, where i bought a round of car bombs (those are expensive! people offered to pay but i didn't mind. special occasion and all) and drank some yuengling because i can't drink natty. when will the pbr be back? what do i remember especially? joni sitting against that mystery building when her face in her hands in the pouring rain. i always wonder how people just disappear from a bar. a lot of people who were at dinner were just gone the next time i looked around.
stealing amanda's bed in ec. i swear to god she practically threatened me if i wasn't in her bed when she got back. i don't remember the exact wording but it was something along the lines of be in my bed when i get home bitch. it worked out well for me. in that i got a bed to sleep in. not in any dirty sense. honestly, get your mind out of the gutter.
feeling pretty shitty the next day. seeing good night, and good luck. good movie! watching serenity again and catching a nap through the middle (3rd time seeing it).
running into casey at m2m on the way back home and deciding to stay another night while steiner caught a ride with his parents. playing some old fashioned halo with stoops and tao in casey's room.
going downtown to some expensive fucking bar because of fucking judy. $4 for a bottle of rolling rock, goddamn. going to an expensive (fun, but expensive, and kind of malfunctioning) karaoke place nearby and not knowing any good karaoke songs. rock lobster got shot down. the i-i-i part from crazy train was incredible though. i thought i'd die from being so wet and cold. umbrellas are still for fucking women.
staying at raj's place. damn it's nice. i remember being so happy for the warmth.
dbq the next day with tao and casey. always fun.
then home.

my principal just announced today that he is resigning at sci tech to take a position with the college board. that shakes up my plans as far as staying at sci tech for at least another year after this one. still don't want to apply to law school. what else is there...