I Could Pass for 14, Dammit... On the Right Day
July 5, 2002 - 11:23 p.m.

Yesterday was the fourth of July (I'm really good at stating the obvious), and I found it rather enjoyable. I spent a majority of the day with Joe and my family. We went to Palo Alto for dinner (California Pizza Kitchen) and dessert (Penninsula Creamery). We also walked around a tad. It was amazingly empty in downtown Palo Alto. I guess everyone was BBQing like normal people or something. What's that all about? Next, we came home, and Joe and I watched Ghost World. (I'll admit my sudden interest in this movie was a direct result of this diary.) We played a little ping pong and then shot off some fireworks that we had bought earlier in the day. (That was disappointing cuz there was a sign that said you had to be 18 to purchase fireworks, and I was all excited about being carded, but they didn't even ask for my ID. Pft! I guess I should go get something pierced again to experience that thrill. Or I could just go into a porn store. Haha... that would be entertaining. I'd prolly go with Jenny, and we'd end up giggling like idiots like we did when we went to the condom store in Idaho. Good times, good times. What's up with me and long-ass parentheses in this entry? I really need to work on that.) Jenny and Javie showed up near the end of our fireworksness, and they got to see the big grand finale which was this $7 thing that went on for like 3 mins. It was purdy crazy. I was purdy crazy too.. I was jumping up and down and flinging sparklers all over the place and screaming, "ZERO TOLERANCE!" when people shot off illegal fireworks. (Newark has these annoying signs up all over the place that say, "We have zero tolerance for illegal fireworks, blah blah blah".) Jenny questioned if my pyrophobia still exists. It does, but I'm 18. You can't expect me to be a pussy forever! Anyfuck, then we watched Now and Then. It was a Thora Birch double feature, lemme tell ya. I showed Jenny and Javie my extra long sheets for college, and then they went home.

Going to work today wasn't cool. It didn't feel right, and the kids were fucking annoying. Sara and I had them play on the playground for an hour and a half at the end of the day again cuz we didn't wanna deal with trying to organize them anymore. They were really crazy for some reason. Y'know the kid Monique I typed about in the last entry? I think she's a hypochondriac. She's always telling us about how her stomach hurts and she throws up at home all the time. Then when we were playing on the playground she swore some kid hit her head when I know the kid totally wouldn't do that. Then she said her knees were scraped when I saw no visible scrapage. She wasn't happy till I took her inside and let her put a damp paper towel on her knees. She said she goes home and her knees bleed or something. Right.. delayed reaction bleeding. Very common when accompanied by occasional spewing that conveniently never happens at Ash St. I'm starting to wonder about that kid's home life.

Tonight my dad and I went to the A's game. It was another pyrospectacular, but I don't think it was as spectacular as last time. There were WAY too many people, and the fireworks had started by the time we got out on the lawn. Plus, they weren't as cool as last time. I didn't have room to lay down so I was straining my neck the whole time. It sucked. But the game was really cool cuz the A's made an amazing come back in the 9th inning. I totally predicted it too. Actually, I was just making a sarcastic pun, and it ended up being true. I said, "Will the A's make a come back? Mabry." And Mabry was the dude whose hit won them the game. Amazing.

Wanna hear a little story about the game? Ok. My parents saw an ad that said the first 15,000 kids would get Zito shirts today. Well, I love Zito. I call him Bonito Zito. He's cool. I wanted the shirt bad. Unfortunately, "kid" is defined as 14 or younger by baseball people. It's been about a year since I've been offered a child's menu, but I still think I can pass as 14. I did a few things to alter my image and make me appear younger: I put a bandaid over my eyebrow ring, I put my hair in a ponytail, and I took off my glasses. My dad was totally doubting me. At one point, he said, "the eyebrow ring and the big tits will give you away." This caused my mom to go on about how "many 14 year olds are very developed," etc., etc. It was nice to know that my parents think I have big boobs, but kinda weird at the same time. Thankfully, my boobs aren't usually a topic of conversation. I think I kinda like it that way. Anycrap, I was determined to prove them wrong. When we got there we found out that the Zito shirt giveaway is actually tomorrow, and I went to all that trouble for absolutely no reason. Oh yeah, did I mention we got there early for the damn shirt too? We did. Grrr.

My back hurts.

Canker sore update: It appears to be shrinking. Maybe. It doesn't seem to be hurting as much either. Perhaps there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

I'm gonna go do some diary reading now. Ta! ~BOB

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