2003-05-19 - 11:38 p.m.
i guess i should write about saturday, huh?
well, there was randi's judo tournement. at first, i thought it would be at the Blaisdel, because that's where they had the wrestling champs two years ago, and this year i think. so i showed up there, paid $3 for parking, parked, got out, and walked down to the show floor. first thing i noticed was that there were lots of parents with new born keikis. next thing i notice is that it's a frickin' new born baby expo where they were selling new born babies or some shit la' dat. either way, i was in the wrong damn place. so i quickly thought about what i would say if anyone asked me why i was there. "oh, i'm doing a project on how much it would cost to raise a new born child and if it's feasible for a teenager to do so."
so yeah, i left when i found out where i was supposed to be, and then i went to the bank to get more money because i wasn't sure if i'd have enough after that stupid wasted $3. and then i went to mckinely (where the tournement really was), and i sat and watched judo from about 12-8:30. that would be 8:30 PM. you know, at night. when the prom is.
so yeah, if you were wondering what happened at the judo state tournement, i'll give you the skinny. randi beat everyone but two green belts (because "they're always green belts") and placed fourth in the 103 weight class. plus, we watched Kim Kido (my friend from kailua) beat the shit out of the girls in her weight class of 121 or something like that. yeah, it's like "ooh, kim's playing" 20 seconds later "ooh, kim threw the girl and she won!" so yeah, me and randi were the kim kido cheering section.
oh, plus i was dressed almost exactly like mike maeda was. baseball cap, t-shirt, shorts, hair legs, slippers, and glasses.
what else? oh yeah, then at 8:30, after randi's last match, we sprinted to our respective cars, went home, showered, dressed haistly, and then i picked her up and off we went to prom. randi did her make up in the car, while i drove as smoothly as i could in my dad's car. when we got to the Prince, i got the car valleted and to get sympathy from the vallets, i was dressed only in the tuxedo pants and shirt. i was still wearing my slippers and i had everything else still in the bag. so me and randi rushed up to the ballroom with the chapperones going "it's okay! you don't need to check in! we heard! just go!" only to find our fucking food missing. that's the one thing that pissed me off that night. it wasn't that we were stuck in a sweaty gym, or that we were three hours late to prom. it was more that i didn't get a chance to eat any of the food that was there. randi paid a good $80 for that food (okay, so not all of it goes to food, but dammit! it's a package deal!) and i didn't get a single god damn grain of rice. fuckers. so all we did was take pictures and dance to two songs. that was the whole prom experience for us.
fucking caterers policy to take the food away from starving fat kids like me.
after prom, randi, lauren, brandon and me waited for erin to show up so she could hang with us after prom. well, justin got stuck in the parking garage so we waited a long time. but, in the mean time, we had aarika pick up some food for us at zippy's. so when the five of us got to randi's house, me and randi ate like starving fat kids. i fucking ate that piece of chicken like there was no tomorrow.
and then we all left.
on sunday, just 2 minutes before i was supposed to leave work, i was guiding some lady to the section where we keep our chicken soup for the soul books, and this other dumb ass fucking old lady interrupts me as i'm finishing up with the first lady. so she starts talking while i'm not listening. and then, so i ask her "what were you looking for? "Power of Words" or something like that?"
and she responds: "No! that's not what i'm looking for, i'm looking for this book and it's about how to use words blah blah blah i heard about it on the radio. blah blah blah."
"well, do you know the title of the book maybe?" i asked politely.
"no, i said i heard about it on the radio!"
"sometimes they do say the name of the book on the radio." i replied sarcastically/angrily. "do you maybe know the author of the book?"
"no, i don't know that either. i used to have friends who worked here back when this was Honolulu Book Store," she started reminiscing, "and if i wanted a book, they'd order it for me." she was saying all this shit as if it were my fault i couldn't find the fucking book that she didn't know the title or the author.
"well, if you could maybe find out the author of the book or the title, then we could try and order it for you. but without that, it makes it kinda tough." the sarcasm was flowing by now because i was just pissed off at this arrogant little bitch.
"it's one of the biggest books they said on the radio."
"i'm sorry, but we don't keep track of books by the ammount of pages they have or anything like that" i said as i grew more and more tired of this whiny know-nothing bitch.
"no, it doesn't have that many pages, it's just really big blah blah blah. who's your manager?"
"that would be Judah. would you like me to go get him for you?"
"oh, you mean the man who was standing out in front? no..." she replied as if she was in fear of him or something. "that's all right. i'll keep looking."
"fine." i said as i walked into the next aisle to flick her off and banish her to hell. i think some intermediate school kids saw me flicking her off, but i really didn't give a shit.
here's something for all of you guys to remember when you go shopping, the customer is NOT always right.
but on a much cooler note. today i saw a skyline on my way to work. like a honest-to-goodness R33 Skyline, right-hand-drive and all it's glorious shit.
and on a scarier note, i almost lost $90-something dollars in my pull tonight. it turns out that i miscounted my $20s. but the weird part is that when judah was helping me recount my money, he kept getting a different number in my base fund coins. so we ended up counting and recounting all of that shit like five times. plus, he kept saying "I'm Brian Fellows" like tracy morgan from SNL. judah is funny. but weird at the same time too.
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