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when hezi, luce and i were driving to chicago, we had a conversation about what time in our lives we thought we were going to die. all the times i thought i was going to die (2) involved water. i almost drowned when i was 5 in my grandfather's pool. the other time was when my mom and i were in maui, playing in the waves. all of a sudden, in the distance, i saw a wave approaching fast. from far away it looked big, so i decided to try and get back onto the beach to chill out, because i was tired. but as i tried to make my way to the beach, the wave pulled everything to sea, and it was physically impossible for me to walk or run against it. i turned and saw it was right behind me, probably about 6 or 7ft tall. i looked at my mom who was beside me and she looked scared, and she told me to dive under it. but i was too scared to dive headfirst into the bowels of the wave, so i just stood there like and idiot hugging myself, and closed my eyes. then crash! i was underwater suddenly and my body already felt battered. it was like being in a washing machine, and the wave just kept slamming me into the sand. i didn't know which way was up, i just kept tumbling over and over. i remember thinking, "i have to concentrate on holding my breath instead of panicing, because i'm going to run out of air soon if the wave doesn't smash open my head first"... the next thing i knew, i was washed up on the beach, and people were looking at me strangely. i ran up the beach and hid behind a piece of driftwood, and then i realized my mom was nowhere to be found. then i heard a bunch of people laughing. i looked toward the laughter down the beach and saw my mother, who had also washed up on the beach, with her top missing. oops.
i'm thinking a lot about the tsunami disaster in the indian ocean... also watching a lot of history and discovery channel things on it. discovery channel got right on that shit, they already have a few 2-hour documentaries on it. i can't believe that 150,000 people have died, and they haven't even found all of the bodies yet. it must smell really bad over there. and what pisses me off is how chicago news is like "omg there were 4 chicagoans there vacationing! worst disaster ever!" and then the channel news team goes to devon st to interview the chicago indian population and they're freaking out about entire familiaes that're lost. so sad.
i'm reading American Psycho now, which is really good—it's quite hilarious actually, but in a terrible, shameful way. just how i like it. luce was in the middle of reading it when we were driving to chicago. luce, have you finished it yet? it's longer than i thought it would be.
ah man... break is going too well... i kind of don't want to go back to school. seeing morgan tonight, which will be nice, i haven't seen him in a while. matt and alex are jetsetting in mexico, and trent is driving to texas... i just hope jill doesn't call me and want me to hang out w/ her and drex, i might just kill myself.
yesterday, i got an hour-long professional massage, a birthday gift from my mom. it was wonderful. but then it was RUINED when my car got BOOTED. i was out getting liquor to make a drink called Fuzzy Balls (ooh that shit fucks you up!) and i parked in a 7-11 parking lot, then ran across the street to a liquor store quickly to see if they had peach schnapps. they didn't, so i was on my way to 7-11 to get soda, and this guy walks up behind me: "mam, your car has been booted."
i'm like "excuse me?" and he's all "in accordance with the posted signs in this establishment, global parking management inc. has blah blah blah the right to boot your car blah blah since you left the premesis blah blah blah please listen to me as i record our conversation, save your questions till the end, do you understand?... you can pay $115 now, cash or credit, or your car will be impounded." MOTHERFUCKERS!
i was like, "hey, i just ran over there for peach schanpps, and i was on my way to 7-11 to buy soda. i thought i could park here if i shopped at 7-11"... he laughed and said no. i handed him my credit card, dumbfounded and pissed off. time: 4:20pm (i know, right? i wish). anyway, the piece of paper he handed me was all about why i got booted and my rights and blah, and in big bold letters it said, "Your vehicle must be released within 10 minutes of payment." at 4:30 he comes back to the car and hands me back my license and credit card, and tells me he has to call his company to get my name verified or whatever. he goes back to his car and then comes back at 4:37. at 4:40 the boot is off the car. he comes around to blabber to me again, "sorry for the inconvenience", bullshit! i say, "do i get some money back because it took longer than 10 minutes to get the boot off my car?" he said, "well mam, it doesn't matter how long you were off the property, just that you left", and i said, "no, you don't understand: this paper says that my car will be boot-free 10 minutes after i pay you, but it took almost 20 minutes". he says "you can file a claim, mam, if you want..." so i ask him to write his name on the back of the reciept he gives me and i ZOOM OFF.
so now i'm $115 in the hole. i was so angry that this fool ruined my massage. who does he think he is, some joe-schmo with a crappy day job?? exactly! a curse on his house.
anyway, afterwards i had a great family birthday party. a lot of fun. i love my family. we had drinks, smoked pot, ate yummy cuban food, chatted and mingled, ate cake, sang, played cards, chilled out. nights like that make me want to stay in chicago... i think about my family, and i think about my friends... le sigh. also the city. no chance of a tsunami here! chicago, i love you.
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