Some Garbage Like The Sky

I got to see Charlie today! In case you didn’t know, Charlie is my uncle Danny and aunt Kendall’s child, who was born almost two moths ago as a micro-preemie baby (super premature). He weighed only like one pound when he was born, so the whole situation was very alarming. (For the whole scoooop on teh baby, read Danny’s blog. Duhhh.) That said, he is so cute! Observe his tiny lil’ baby presence:

My mom saw the nurses change his diaper last night and was very surprised by his… “The baby’s three pounds and his penis takes up two of them.” Jeesh. (I can’t imagine what kind of audience this paragraph will attract.. Well, I can, but I’d rather not :/ .)

Los Angeles has been fu-u-un. Since we landed two nights ago, we’ve been swimming, walking, swimming, playing basketball, swimming… Not to mention our car ride from the airport. Ah, so many [innapropriate] quotes were made that night.. Let’s just say the theme of the ride was farts, Botox, balls, donuts, more donuts, and balls. And swear words (ooooh, watch out, we’re hardcore – just like my tattoo!). I tried to chronicle our expedition via tweet but it was only half successful (you can’t relay everything through txting).

(the donut place we went to) Win. And fail. But mostly win.

The plane ride was not nearly as wonderous. I finished The Perks Of Being A Wallflower, which I liked very very much. I read the last page right as our plane started landing (perfect timing, brah). It is a great – they’re not good, they’rrre grrrrrreat! … just had to put that somewhere – book that I would highly recommend reading. Like I could not stop saying before, there are so many things to think and write about this book. And, of course, when I actually do start writing about it, I forget nearly all of them. T___T oh wellz. More about it later.

When we finally got to the hotel it wasn’t long till someone was running around in boxers and we were all eating caramel corn and watching Urkle on TV. Whaaat? Yes, we are SUCH a b.a. rockstar fam.. You don’t even know. I doubt this hotel will even be in business when we leave. (Or how big our expenses bill will be.) MUAHAHA. Juuuuust kidding. Not about the Urkle part, though. Or the caramel corn. Or boxers. *evil-ish skeptical eye*

Our hotel is, well, a hotel in L.A. It’s kind of like some obnoxious wannabe-celebrity hangout bar thing – diiisgusting. Such a peculiar place, L.A. is. I mean, we’ve been here before. But it’s always weird seeing fancy bars and whore-houses and whatever. Hah! That makes us sound like some hillbillies. But it’s true – we is not from this land.

Father’s Day was fun, too. We went to my zaid’s (yes we call him zaid) buddy’s house.

Me and Leah chillin’ in a sun-pod.

You know, I never really knew where to put the apostrophe in Fathers Day. Wouldn’t it be “fathers’ ” because it’s possessive to more than one father? Or just “father’s” because the general public would be confused by an apostrophe after the “s” (whoops, non-misanthrope status revoked)?

Okay, internet is literally like four bugajillion dollars here (per computer, also). Wilco’s playing a show tonight, so expect a lack of sleep on my part. Adios!

P.S. In a rush livin’ the Hollywood lifestyle (yeeeeah right), so I’ll probz refine this post later. Thank you.

(Title: Lyric from one of my teacher’s band’s (yes my teacher) songs. They’re quite good, actually. Very strong Pavement roots, which I think is not a bad thing (gotta luv Pavement). Btw, the sky is, in fact, not garbage. And I love this song.)