I Didn't Play With Barbies And Other Reasons I'm Not Cool

I didn't play with Barbies. Or any of those dolls that allow you to give them makeovers with play makeup or by cutting their hair. As a result, I'm cosmetically challenged and have suffered a series of bad haircuts. These are my confessions.

Saturday, December 04, 2004

Two Geeks, A Freak, and a Mexican Place

I just got back from our birthday expedition (Happy 17th Han) to the Bluff. We went to Maya's to eat, then to Hastings where Mare purchased the greatest birthday president ever...a classic VHS edition of Wayne's World. Party on. Plus, I saw a box set with the entire series of Freaks and Geeks, and pretty much told the entire store about it in my excitement. At which point, this Hastings employee, with this long stringy hair, turns to me and says, "tsia, thats a good show." Rock on dude, like your Michael Bolton hair. And then I'm all like, "totally! I love that show!" I really have no idea why i'm posting this. I guess you just had to be there, but I think I could bond with this guy. Not in a romantic way, but more like on Sling Blade when Billy Bob Thorton plays that weird guy who likes mustard and biscuits and befriends that little kid. Yeah.
Mare and I spent the rest of the evening embarassing Anna and Hannah by chasing them with an air horn in Walmart parking lot. What can I say, we embrace our inner geekness.

HOLY CRAP, I love T.V Guide. And have recieved new O.C news. It is slightly dissapointing however. They are never going to reveal Summers evil alcoholic, manic-depressive, stepmother.They are messing with the greatest parents in the history of television by bringing in a love interest into the Sandy, Kirsten relationship. Dammit Schwartz, you're going to kill the Kandy. Consider your ass officially kicked.
Aww...screw it. You guys don't care. C.S.I punks. ;)

3 Comments:

At 8:09 PM, Blogger Bobbie said...

Freaky maybe. But anyone who loves "Freaks and Geeks" is a friends of mine. And I knew you'd like the C.S.I. comment.

Jack, haven't seen Columbo. But I like me some Macgiver.

 
At 10:19 AM, Blogger Lost Soul said...

My dearest Bob- you forgot to mention that lovely little gift that you and Mar Mar bought me at the gas station. Yep folks...a gas station! That should give you a clue as to what type of gift it was. Yep for my seventeenth birthday my two best friends bought me a condom! And not just any condom....a RIBBED condom. I'll allow Bobbie to explain the significance of the ribbing and why on earth she would buy me one. Party on Garth!

 
At 2:36 PM, Blogger Bobbie said...

Yes...we also got Hannah something 'for her pleasure.' Eeeeew.

 

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