Dude, what a friday!

I do so enjoy the single life sometimes.

Going to the mall by myself was an experience in itself too. It kinda made me feel good and it kinda made me feel bad. Good to know that there are actually beautiful women everywhere, bad to feel I can't do anything about it yet.

Alright, let me explain this in terms you might understand.

You know that part in "Gladiator" where he finds his family dead, and he is so sad, he just gives up on life? I'm talking not about that part, but the part afterward where he's like floating inches above the ground, almost dead. Then someone heals his wound in a very rudimentary way (chewed up maggots). He lives, and thrives, and succeeds, but anger and hate and revenge are his only motives left. That one woman likes him, but he hardly cares. Lol, all of those things don't relate to me but, that was a good movie.
I just think I'm floating inches above ground right now, barely knowing what is going on. That's the part I familiarize with.

I watched Stanley Kubrick's Full Metal Jacket, and was also impressed, I watched the movie long ago, and did not remember how complex it truly was. Keeping the movie going full strength after a climax so early was pure talent........

*moment of silence for Gomer Pile.

Movies movies movies. All my dates mostly revolve around movies.
Jabbar's dates seem to revolve around dinner.

I guess everyone has their own thing.

Ok Ok. more about Friday. Taco Bell. PARTY. well..... WEINER PARTY!
I expected to see a whole lot of girls because it was actually 2 girls birthdays. Then I was eluded to the fact that girls usually have more guy friends than girls. That I did not know. I left at 12, hahaha.

I still act wierd around girls I like. Ever since I was a kid, same thing.
I couldn't decide what to do. So at the end I just asked for, and kinda slippery at that, the cutest girl's number.
And got it. My game is off, I know. The conversation went something like "I hope you're not too drunk but, You're cute"
"Let me see, you're cute too"
"Can I get your number, you know, in case I get lost on the way home?"
"Sure"

I didn't have 1 drink at the party, responsible Luke had to drive home, but I think she had more than a few.
I'd call her, if she'd remember who I was.

I met with Callele, whom I called my alter ego. He seemed puzzled about it, then he understood. We see each other randomly, at the most random places in the world, but we never really knew who each other were. We are both halfers. We were both wearing hats. I own the same hat he does. The same plain white shirt. More to comment on, but forgettting at the moment. I think we have the same car. Maybe I notice too much, and make mountains out of mole hills, but this guy is like my shadow, and I, his. Two different lives, that are very similar, I just find it interesting, cause nobody has ever even come close to the kind of life I've lived.

I leave you with this last message:
There are two types of Lukes in this world.
Figure out which two.
Then realize I can only be one at a time.