So I had a pretty crazy weekend. Here goes.... I left school on friday at 2:15 to go down to Rome, Georgia to watch our highschool basketball team (guys) play in the state semifinals for class A. After a four hour ride we got out and cheered like maniacs. We couldn't have occupied more than one sixth of that stadium, but we made at least half of the noise. Our school's cheerleaders are somewhat worthless, they often just follow cheers that are started by the students, my friend Michael Coenen in particular. So we won the game and that was cool.
Faced with another three or four hour ride on the bus back to Athens, i hitched a ride on Brandon VanDyk's (spelling sorry) Dad's plane. It was a little four seater, single-propeller plane. and the ride was great! there wasn't a cloud in the sky, so i just watched the continuous stream of suburban lights pass by as we flew over Atlanta and to athens. I was able to pick out my neighborhood, downtown, both Taco Stands, the Varsity, and a good number of my other haunts. A really really cool experience.
On Saturday I woke up at 8:00 to take John, my sister, and her friend Nelle to the J&J flea market. At the market the girls got some old toys and Nelle got a funky shirt, John and I both got Ataris (I got an 800, he got a 2600) but we need new adapters to get them to work with the TV. I also got an old NES, and it works like a CHARM. I've been playing too much Mario and Zelda for my own good. So after we did the dirt mall shopping spree, we went and ate at the huddle house, which to our great surprise was far better in food quality than the Waffle house. I reccomend the barbecue. We took Madeline (my sister) and Nelle back home, and then we went to the Waffle house just to have someplace to be.
There, the butt feces game was invented. John has these two little peices of paper one says "Butt" (it was taken off of a Butterfinger wrapper) and the other says "Feces" (that's a long story) and we discovered that they can provide litterally hours of entertainment when applied to menus and ads and signs. "Free hashbrowns with order" becomes "Free feces with order" "Best burgers in town", "Best butt in town" and so on and so forth. We have yet to tire from this game, and we are beginning to irritate people i think.
There was a party at Austin, Kemp, and Russel's house. That was fun. I got my car stuck on some railroad ties (I didn't know they were there when I parked) and this half drunk marine named something Miller got us unstuck. It reaffirmed my faith in America.
Sunday was much more low-key. I bummed around the house until that evening when I went to Michael's to shoot a scene for What's the Deal 3, Powell's next movie. (I need to write something about Powells amazing talent sometime) anyway, without giving any thing away, let's just say that the segment will be very surprising and extremely gory.
Next week is spring break and I'm spending half of it in San Fransisco! Woohoo!