We Just Got a New Cat

Her name is Rita, which makes me feel really awkward. She also has really long orange hair, which makes me feel even more awkward. Yesterday I told her that I would really like to get to know her, but that I might not be able to get past her appearance. Despite feeling super odd about her, I did manage to write a song for her called 'Another Disgusting Lunch with Rita'. Later that night we hung out a bit more and I guess she's pretty cool. She does this crazy thing with her two front paws when she's trying to get your attention. It's pretty cute. We watched the Da Vinci Code together. My eyes started to sort of itch and I got a headache, which means that I am either allergic to Rita, or to abysmal Tom Hanks vehicles. Probably both, but DEFINITELY the latter.

I Just Found Out That My Roommate is Half ASIAN

So, I was just having drinks in Chinatown: the Apartment with Big Eli and my roommate Drew. During the course of the conversation, I discovered something extremely interesting. Now, since Drew looks Latino and is from Texas, I always made the assumption that he was Tex-Mexican. Well, as it turns out, Drew's mother is a Filipina, which makes him half Filipino, which means that for the last year and nine months I've been living under the same roof as someone who is half ASIAN and had NO idea! I can't believe it. All this time, I was living my life thinking that the only Asian I spent any significant amount of time with was Youthlarge! This revelation left me in hysterics. I literally felt like my brain was starting to leak out of my ear. I don't know if it was the booze or the whippets (just kidding, I haven't done those in years), but I seriously could not stop cracking up. It's funny how finding out someone is Asian can really change the way you look at them. Though, I guess what I find even funnier is how you can look at someone and not even know that they're Asian! Ha! By the way, he's totally one-upping me on this whole Chino-Latino thing. As it turns out, his father is half Spanish and half Mexican, while his mother is all Filipina. So jealous!

I May Not Be a Thai Princess After All

I stumbled across this article in last week's Economist. I don't think I look like the King of Thailand AT ALL. Maybe it's because he's part Chinese and I, presumably, am not. Also, I had no idea he bore such a striking resemblance to Alfred E. Neuman. The more I think about it though, I don't really think I look that Thai in general. I sort of see a resemblance between myself and Tiger Woods, but maybe that's only because he's famous for being really great at golf and I had a fairly WASPy upbringing, despite being neither white, Anglo-Saxon, nor Protestant. Hmmm. So, I google imaged 'Thai women' and it's official, I don't think I'm really Thai. Strangers are constantly asking me if I'm a Filipina - maybe they're on to something. I mean, I guess that WOULD explain my fixation with being a China-Latina. When I was little, my mother told me that my name in Thailand was Malyaat, which translates to 'good manners'. Well, I just googled it and came up pretty empty handed. WTF? I seriously smell a rat. Has everyone been lying to me this whole time? I used to think I was an exiled illegitimate Thai princess, but now I'm not so sure. Maybe I'm really from Laos or Cambodia. I'm going to ask Listmaker what he thinks when he gets back from Asia.

I Love the London Twins and High School

I just finished watching Dazed and Confused (thanks SHR and DMR!). This is a great movie, filled with attractive people getting high and making out. YES! I hate the part when that girl Jodi lures Jason London into the woods to make out and then when he goes to cop a feel is all 'um, don't you have a girlfriend?' and then he's like 'what girlfriend?' and then that's it. End of hook up. WTF? Not to be crass, but if she didn't want him to feel her up, then why did she lure him into the woods in the first place? Women and their mind games! And what woman in her right mind wouldn't want to hook up with a London twin? They're both so dreamy. The fact that Jason London can look totally smoking, despite wearing a purple BLOUSE and white bell bottoms for the bulk of the film, is a testament to his hotness.

Even though they look more or less identical, I do find Jeremy London to be the hotter of the two. Maybe it's because he's the one I fell in love with first on NBC's I'll Fly Away, also starring Sam Waterston, another old favorite of mine, as an Atticus Finchy type character in the deep South. I'm just now remembering that Jeremy London's character loses his virginity to a Jewish girl, which was sort of a big deal because the show took place in 1950's Alabama (I think). What a great, thought provoking show...I'm going to Netflick the fuck out of it!

Anyway, watching Dazed and Confused makes me really nostalgic for high school (My alma mater has its own website, but I find it funny that there's a Wikipedia entry for it. How weird.). Obviously. Spring of my senior year was seriously the best, largely due to the fact that I had mono. My mono experience could not have been more fantastic. I didn't really feel that sick or tired, but I still got to stay home from school for the entire Spring semester. It worked out perfectly because my best friend, Jeff Kessler, was doing a senior project on Native American Indians, so he didn't have to go to school either! He would come over everyday and I would make him watch Swing Kids (I totally have a Bale fetish) with me as we smoked Newport Lights in my TV room. I kept trying to convince him to watch Eight Men Out, but for some reason he just never wanted to. Which was a shame because Eight Men Out is a much better movie than Swing Kids. I'll even go a step further and say that Swing Kids is a terrible movie, but I couldn't stop watching it. At some point, Dazed and Confused was released on video, so we started watching that non-stop instead of Swing Kids.

Eventually, I was able to return to school. At that time, I was told by our Dean of Students, Char Charleton, that I had already amassed enough credits to graduate (never dropping a math, science, history or French, as so many do, really paid off!), so my presence was not required. In fact it was discouraged, as she felt my return would be distracting to the other students. Hmmmm. Regardless, this was a great development for me, as it meant that JK and I were free to stop by school to meet our other friends who actually attended (poor schmucks) for lunch. No ducking down in the front passenger seat required!

Memories.