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...in which our valiant hero ends up in burbank, WA, and other events worth mentioning

11-15-'xx: 10:52pm

[ listening to: random mix CD of crap ]

tonight i had a genuine eastern washington adventure. gather 'round, kiddies, and hear the tale.

it all started around 7:30pm when i got the phone call. that's right. thee phone call. i was pretty much asleep on the couch because...i was tired. no, strike that. lazy would be a better way to describe it. anyway. so i got the call. and i'm all groggy from being asleep and i'm like "hewoo?"

it was jessica. and she's like "how's it goin?"

i'm like "uhhhhhh. ummm. i'm....good...yeah." my intelligence obviously was still asleep.

so we talk, and she gets on the subject of this guy who she works with and i guess is kinda involved with [ as in, they kissed. in the graveyard. i didn't hesitate to tell her i thought that was a tad creepy. ]...and how she kinda blew him off today when he called. because she'd just woken up and was kinda crabby...i can relate to that, i told her.

then, she said she wanted to go drop a note by his house. she'd never been there before, but i told her that judging from her earlier adventures, she could probably find it in a snap. she once found some dude's house way out in pratically the buttfuck of nowhere [ it was on the vantage highway, for god's sake ]. they had to take a dirt road and they still found it. so she's like, yeah. and i'm like, where does he live, anyway? and she tells me he lives in burbank. burbank? and he works at columbia center?! he must spend his whole paycheck on gas, i swear. so then, i thought, this might be more of an adventure than i originally thought.

what she was going to do was write him a little note and stick it under his windsheild wipers on his car. i thought it was cute. so she wrote the note and drew little pictures all over it. we debated what adjective to use to describe her mood when she talked to him. i said crabby, but i think we decided on cruddy or something.

and then, she asked me if i wanted to go with her. and i'm like, sure, because i really have nothing else to do. what am i going to go do? hang out at food pav? go to pik-a-pop? or maybe zips. yeeeeeeah. so i get on my brand new red shirt which i bought at st vincents for 2.50 and a pair of black pants and whatnot, and she comes and picks me up and we're off. it was cold, but she has the hottest heater EVER. i swear, it was like 500 degrees in her car.

so we drive out on 395 and go on and on until we see a sign that says "burbank" and has an arrow pointing to our rights. when we exit, jessica then announces that she has no idea where the hell we're going, and asks if we should stop at the gas station and ask. i say alright, as long as i don't have to ask. so we stop at sun mart and ask just about everone there where harrison place is. "another harrison, eh?" i said, because her ex-boyfriend's last name is harrison and it always seems to show up everywhere. the people at the gas station, unfortunately, don't have a whole lot of a clue where we're going, either. they do, however, pull out a map and give us suggestions. we thank them and move on and about then i want a soda so bad i can feel it in my brain but i was too broke to buy one.

so we hop back in her well-heated car and drive around some. we got onto hanson loop eventually, or something like that, it made me laugh because it was hanson and of course all i could think was "mmm bop, bop ba mmmm bop" because i'm dumb. the streets in burbank, by the way, are in no particular order. alphabetical, numerical...it all seemed pretty random if you ask me. and the street signs are all placed in such a manner so that you have to actually turn on a street if you want to know what street it is. that turned out to be very irritating. we did, however, eventually find harrison.

and then she said "oh my god, that's his car." like she was going to have a heart attack or something. he drives a kia sephia. i laughed. she tried to convince me to go put the note under his windsheild wipers, but i presented her with a little logic. if he came out and saw her doing it, there would be an explanation. he knows her, and she could be like "yeah..." and stuff and he'd be alright with it. but me...he doesn't even know who the fuck i am, for all he knows i could be some weirdo trying to jack his car. i eventually convinced her to do it herself, but she made me come with her. fair enough.

so we sneak all super-secret-spy-like to his car, and then back to her car and drive off. mission accomplished. on the way back, the moon was all creepy looking, like it was on fire. jessica said it was the second coming of christ.

and that was my adventure. the end.

nooooooo.......i'm not putting off doing my english outline.......nooooooo, there's nothing sarcastic about this entry at all. never!

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