I drove my dad to the grocery store yesterday. Why? Because he wanted me to. We were preparing to enter with the marvelous invention known as the grocery cart, but found the entrance to be temporarily obstructed by a large, balding black woman. With a little too much showing in the front if you know what I mean. Gross . Anyway, once she removed herself from between the sliding glass doors we made our way inside, into the domain of the produce section.

The grocery store really brings back memories. Me and my sister would always go there with my mom, since we weren't responsible enough to be left at home by ourselves, the little gremlins we were (are). I remember traveling through the store on our designated path, first stopping at the produce, then weaving our way through the aisles picking up whatever items the list called for. Driving the cart was fun at first, but quickly became a chore . I would always challenge my sister to see who could touch the highest hanging sign. The cardboard ones were a cinch for me back then...but those big metal overhead displays were always out of my reach. Funny how I can grab them now without even leaving the ground. Oh how I miss the olden days.

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Apil Fools! . Unfortunately, all the majesty has been destroyed because by now, everyone will have realized it's April Fool's Day so whatever I say or do will be rendered completely useless. Oh well. Onwards.

Speaking of speaking like Borat (hence the title), I actually went out and got the DVD finally. Me and some friends watched it, and I discovered that watching movies with friends is actually a lot funnier then just seeing them by yourself. Anyhow, I'm not sure how to judge it. Borat's one of those movies that's funny while you see it, but even better to yammer about afterward to other people. Kind of like Napoleon Dynamite. For anyone whose seen it...wtf is up with that old rodeo dude who talks to Borat before he sings the anthem? "You'd better shave off that mustache so you don't look so damn conspicious. I see a Muslim and I wonder what kind of he has blah blah blah." Ok then, Mr. Texan Cowboy Super White Supremecist Man.

Aside from my Borat adventures, not much else has happened this weekend. My friend introduced me to an amusing clip from Youtube, which I present to you. Good day.

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In my last entry I refused Nutang a picture of my father sportin the infamous fu manchu. I have developed more devious methods of capturing his appearance, a.k.a. use camera phone and send to pix place!


Nutang is in dire need of one of them bookmark icons...you know, the little icon that shows up next to the URL in some browsers? Google happens to have a square with a G in it. And Nutang needs to follow in suit. Perhaps I shall create a forum topic to discuss this marvelous new innovation.

So I got drafted into this little Rotary Club. It's for kids who are looking to pursue a future in college...specifically kids who need help. Now I'm not saying I don't need help, because I do, but not this kind of help. Everyone in there is a minority. Except for me. Everyone in there is female, except Daniel Harada, but he might as well be. NOT that I have anything against either racial / gender groups, but I feel so out of place. I think it was a mistake giving these people my cell phone number, since now I get random calls from this old guy whose my "counselor," or something to that effect. After our first meeting, which involved me hiding behind a facade of "yes, I do care what you have to say", he now wants to meet with my parents. What? Why? It's my worst nightmare manifesting itself in reality: my college-loving parents plus an equally rabid 80 year old man who will periodically stare at you for no particular reason, with some strange intensity that borderlines on creepy. This should be fun.

Ahh yes, and even more parental involvement on the horizon. March 30th is the beloved "Take Your Parent to School Day," which in my case translates to "Act Smart and Don't Fall Asleep, Plus Avoid Student Contact and Leave Your Parent Stranded in 1st Period" day. Really, honestly, I don't want this guy following me around school.


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Just so you all know, that pic of my dad's DL is OLD. Lol yes, about 20 years old to be exact. I feel blessed to know that such monstrosities are in the past.

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