Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Hmmmmmmm. I just heard the most interesting upon interesting of news today. Unkown sources today have confirmed that a certain gentleman (not me!) member in one of my schools many dance classes has not one but two identities. The one everyone (well, most everyone) knows him by is Adam but a few others know him as Michelle as well. Allegedly he dresses up in womens clothes on the weekend and walks around LA. What is doing down there, I am not to sure, but I would hate to jump to any conclusions. I feel bad for him because I do not believe that he is well liked, and in fact I know that he is not. Perhaps this is due to his odd behavior. Myself, I relaize why other people would find it odd, but I think its great that he can express himself so freely. I know others- such as myself- cannot because we are simply to shy to. So kudos to you Adam, and heres hoping that you aren't doing anything semi-illegal on these escapades! 7:00:17 PM     comment []

To demonstrate just how similar all kinds of people are in their mannerisms; at least we all start off the same... sort of. It was a hot and humid Indiana summers day as the white, 1987 Subaru cruised down Monroe St. and turned onto College Ave. It was only my mother, sister (Ashley), and myself in the car being as that our parents had been through a rather unfortunate divorce earlier that year and we were now in our mother's custody. I attempted to stay cool by rolling down my window all the way but it was of little use. My butt stuck like glue to my Umbro shorts and they in turn stuck to all the McDonald's fries that had been in between the seats. The car didn't have AC; either it didn't come with it or it was broken- probably the latter, we had been in an accident just last week. Thankfully the hand crank on the windows still worked so I wouldn't sweat my life away in that car. I remember Ashley sat on my left and I had fun poking her too see her reaction. She didn't like it all that much. Ashley is two years and one month older than myself and she has always liked to make sure I knew she was older and stronger than me at all points in my life; so I would piss her off every chance I could get- and this was totally one of those moments. As I prodded and poked into my sisters side I hardly noticed as the car rolled into the parking lot of our local grocery store: Mr. D's. As we pulled into the parking lot it became painfully evident just how much I missed the wind slapping my face and in its place the heat began make the sweat drip off my forehead and on my hands. Can't say that I enjoyed it all that much. In fact it seemed as though no one did. Our mother began increasingly edgy as we pulled into a parking space and I knew she would not be taking us with her this time. Not that it was all that uncommon, mom often preferred to leave us alone for a few minutes instead of risking a fiasco by taking us both into a store with her. She parked and turned around to face us both "I want you both to behave yourself's ya'hear?" Yes, she still did have her southern accent back then. She then left the car to do a quick grab of groceries. Phew was I hot! The sun was convently placed on my side of the car and the heat just poured inside. I couldn't stand it any longer. I needed to take my own action or I knew I would never feel better. I undid my seat belt that prevented me from doing anything that might endanger my life, but seeing as we were parked I didn't think we would get into any accidents. With my window down and my seatbelt off I stood up with the car and pulled down my pants ( I was only 6 mind you) and proceeded to stick my shiny white bum out of the car window. "Come and look at my naked butt!" I coerced to anyone who might have been grateful enough to be in the parking lot as I did this. Needless to say it did not take long before it generated some attention. About three minutes my mother came storming out off the market and slapped my butt hardly as she got into the drivers seat and proceeded to reprimand me. It wasn't until later that I learned they broadcast my unfortunate episode over the stores intercom alerting all shoppers as to what I was doing in a white Saturn. True, I did not enjoy the spanking that followed, but it sure made for some funny laughs down the road. 7:05:57 AM     comment []