August 02, 2003 - 6:21 p.m.
I woke up early. That should have been my cue that something would go wrong. I should have known already that I would be screwed over some way, somehow.
Have you ever seen the South Park movie? Well, one of the characters in it is the Mole, a god hating kid with a French accent that goes around being a badass and leading La Resistance. And when he dies, he says one of the best lines ever. I'm not sure what it was, but it was something like, "God? What about God now? What about that glorious mother fucker?"
That's all I can say to describe this day. One glorious mother fucker.
I was going to the mall today with Jill, and two guys we know by the names of Frank and Chris. Before my mom took me over to Jill's house, I talked to Colin over instant messanger and told him that I was going to the Galleria and asked him to go along. He's probably the coolest person I know online, and we've been trying to figure out some way to meet. After all, we only live around 30 minutes from each other. So this should be no problem, right?
Wrong.
We haven't been able to meet thusfar, and so it was no surprise that he wouldn't be able to go.
The mall was boring as all hell. The only good part was getting Ozma's Spending Time on the Borderline at Sam Goody.
Me and my friends walk around the mall aimlessly, when all of a sudden, I see this girl with a Clash shirt on.
"She has a Clash shirt," I tell Jill excitedly. "I should jump her!"
Next to her was a skinny, long haired kid with glasses in a black shirt.
"He looks like Colin," I thought, and pissed him by.
Well, what do you fucking know?
Yes, you read that right. I passed right by him. I even made a connection. But the recognization? Not there. Not until Jill's dad was taking us home and I thought, "Shit, that was probably him."
I get home and get on AIM.
Colin: I went to the Galleria
Me: Holy shit
Me: You were with the girl in that Clash shirt.
Right we are! And of course, he sees every person I went to the mall with. He sees skinny blonde Jill and the taller blonde guys with me, but does he see me? No! The skirt, the Less Than Jake t-shirt, and the pink warmers would have given me away. But he doesn't see me!
So we talk a bit online and then we talk a bit on the phone. Most of our conversation has consisted of the word fuck and of the phrase, "I'm so pissed." But considering what we've been through today, it's understandable.
Edit:/ The line from the South Park Movie is "Where is your God when you need him? Huh? Where is your beautiful, merciful faggot now? Here I come, God. Here I come, you fucking rat!" I think this pretty much sums up things pretty well. Along with the line, "Why? Because God hates me, that's why. He has made my life miserable. So I called him a cocksucking asshole. Then I get grounded."
