no work and no school makes tony

one lazy motherfucker. throw in an empty refrigerator and 2.80 per gallon at the pump and you have one lazy, hungry, broke-ass motherfucker. i have been sustained by corn tortillas and flat 4-month-old cola. despite all the free time between sending out resumes and doing nothing i'm too lazy to go on a half-hour grocery run. i've been sick, so i feel somewhat justified in my state of perpetual-sloth. regardless, sleeping from 7am-7pm is still unforgivable.



went to tofu-fest with matt and had chicken. bought a wallet, thereby retiring my trusty duct-tape piece. strolled through little tokyo, which isn't all that little.










watched march of the penguins. this is only one of two films i've seen in my life that made me want to cry, the other one being willow, of course, because willow is fucking excellent. many moons ago my high school girlfriend would always liken my gait to a penguin's, supposedly because i walked at an extremely leisurely pace. but after seeing this film i see that what she was really saying was that she admired my noble disposition and indomitable spirit. now i want to start the save the emperor penguin foundation; we'll provide shuttle transportation, shelter from the cold, and protection from predators. but even if all these things were provided, those little fellas wouldn't have a clue what to do and we'd end up doing them more harm. it's also pretty remarkable how those 2 cameramen caught such wonderful footage while enduring 80 below weather and 100 mile-per-hour winds.



last week watched star wars episodes 3-6 with roommates, pretty much consecutively if you don't include when we went to work. watched spaceballs the next day and was reminded of my high school friends' band, megamaid. i actually don't recall if they stuck with megamaid, but i am sure that they were megamaid for a couple of weeks. my buddy pete cerenzio (pete, if you just googled yourself, hello old friend, and how i miss those crazy days conjugating like nobody's business in latin) moved on to play guitar in a rod stewart tribute band in college, one nation under rod. the post-faces crimes of the artist paid homage aside, they were pretty fucking good.


speaking of past cohorts, a friend from freshman year of college visited today. on craigslist a few weeks ago she posted an ad for some sort of adventure club for los angelinos; what this club entails exactly is unclear, which is unsurprising given that she's one of those people who speaks primarily figuratively yet manages to fool you into thinking that she provided you with a satisfactory response to your queries. i can't find the listing, but from what i hear it's calling for 'down-to-earth people in la who love life and would like to meet other like-minded life-lovers.' seriously, that's how she speaks. all i'm saying is that there needs to be some sort of system in place, you can't let absolutely everybody into this adventure club considering that there can be many different interpretations of 'adventure club,' one of them potentially being 'super-swinger-h0t-seX0rz-orgy-club.'


i'll catch you crazy kids later. may the schwartz be with you.