I am in Newport Beach in a condo with my grandparents. I have high-speed internet access. Thank GOD.
I also have milk. And a string of intriguing stories.
1) I have a cheerful, wonderful Statistics teacher named Mr. Tipper. He has squarish glasses and facial hair. He frequently gets phone calls during class. He will randomly go off on tangents about anecdotes from his colorful life, illustrated by the photos of himself and his wife that are constantly displayed on his desk. Somehow, however, even with all this time wasted, he always manages to teach what he needs to teach very well.
Help me.
2) I had a conversation with my dad on the way home a coupla days ago while we were driving in his Ford Mustang convertible. It went as follows:
Me: By the way, your car is named Roy.
Dad: What? Roy? Why?
Me: Well, Court and I are really into this show called Fullmetal Alchemist right now, and one of our favorite characters is named Roy Mustang. So we named your car Roy.
Dad: Roy. Huh. Rooooyyy.
Me: See. ::Procures Hughes doujinshi from practically thin air.:: This guy.
Dad: So that's Roy Mustang?
Me: Yup. Except he's named after the plane, not the car.
Dad: Ah, yes. The P-51 Mustang. Best propeller plane ever built. It was brought out in the last year of World War II, however, so it never saw much combat, since the jet age followed soon after.
Me: ..........::STARES.::
Dad: Oh, look, we're home!
Me: ::Staring blankly at window in car.::
Two minutes later...
Me: YOUKNOWALLHISSUBORDINATESARENAMEDAFTERPLANES TOOLIKEHAWKEYEANDHAVOCANDTHEDOGISNAMEDBLACKHAYATEEVEN ANDMYFAVORITECHARACTERISNAMEDHUGHESI'LLBETYOUCANGUESS WHERETHATCOMESFROM.
Dad: .........Howard Hughes?
Me: YESSSSSSSSSSS.
3) On the way here in the car, I could not stop staring at the exit sign that said "HUGHES PWKWAY." (Yeah. Parkway for Roy's.... Ford Mustang.)
4) Immediately after arriving here, my brother picked up the restaurant guide as he always does, and prepared himself to rattle off restaurant names that he would incessantly lobby for eating at. This usually annoys the hell out of me. This time, however...
Brother: Hey, what about Roy's?
Me: ...............Okay.
Brother: It's Hawaiian fusion--------
Me: I said okay.
5) Yesterday, as my dad was driving me home...
Dad: ::Pats steering wheel.:: Come on, Roy, we're almost at the stables!
Me: .....................::DIESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS SOOOOOOOOO FUCKING DEAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDD.::
I also have milk. And a string of intriguing stories.
1) I have a cheerful, wonderful Statistics teacher named Mr. Tipper. He has squarish glasses and facial hair. He frequently gets phone calls during class. He will randomly go off on tangents about anecdotes from his colorful life, illustrated by the photos of himself and his wife that are constantly displayed on his desk. Somehow, however, even with all this time wasted, he always manages to teach what he needs to teach very well.
Help me.
2) I had a conversation with my dad on the way home a coupla days ago while we were driving in his Ford Mustang convertible. It went as follows:
Me: By the way, your car is named Roy.
Dad: What? Roy? Why?
Me: Well, Court and I are really into this show called Fullmetal Alchemist right now, and one of our favorite characters is named Roy Mustang. So we named your car Roy.
Dad: Roy. Huh. Rooooyyy.
Me: See. ::Procures Hughes doujinshi from practically thin air.:: This guy.
Dad: So that's Roy Mustang?
Me: Yup. Except he's named after the plane, not the car.
Dad: Ah, yes. The P-51 Mustang. Best propeller plane ever built. It was brought out in the last year of World War II, however, so it never saw much combat, since the jet age followed soon after.
Me: ..........::STARES.::
Dad: Oh, look, we're home!
Me: ::Staring blankly at window in car.::
Two minutes later...
Me: YOUKNOWALLHISSUBORDINATESARENAMEDAFTERPLANES TOOLIKEHAWKEYEANDHAVOCANDTHEDOGISNAMEDBLACKHAYATEEVEN ANDMYFAVORITECHARACTERISNAMEDHUGHESI'LLBETYOUCANGUESS WHERETHATCOMESFROM.
Dad: .........Howard Hughes?
Me: YESSSSSSSSSSS.
3) On the way here in the car, I could not stop staring at the exit sign that said "HUGHES PWKWAY." (Yeah. Parkway for Roy's.... Ford Mustang.)
4) Immediately after arriving here, my brother picked up the restaurant guide as he always does, and prepared himself to rattle off restaurant names that he would incessantly lobby for eating at. This usually annoys the hell out of me. This time, however...
Brother: Hey, what about Roy's?
Me: ...............Okay.
Brother: It's Hawaiian fusion--------
Me: I said okay.
5) Yesterday, as my dad was driving me home...
Dad: ::Pats steering wheel.:: Come on, Roy, we're almost at the stables!
Me: .....................::DIESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS SOOOOOOOOO FUCKING DEAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDD.::
music: Adult talk.
mood: bored
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