Memoirs of an Average Unaverage Guy: Entry 7- Rude, Arrival, Cats & Some Other Stuff

7:32 p.m.

It happened again. I hate it when it happens. Someone said I was rude. A good friend this time, even. Makes it even worse. I always get called rude when I’m really not trying to be rude. I’m not rude; I’m blunt. You can generally tell when I’m trying to be rude to someone because I’ll probably be threatening to shove a various body part of their’s into a different various body part. That or I’ll call them any sorts of a variety of colorful words, such as the all-time classic “Dumb-ass,” or something creative and vulgar thought-up right on the spot like… “Chicken-Cunt-Nugget.” Maybe even the elegant British “Cheese Eating Surrender Monkeys” if they happen to be French(no offense to French people… don’t look at me, look at the British. It’s their insult). Anyways. Getting sidetracked. I hate it when people call me rude and I’m genuinely not trying to be rude at all. I hate it even more when a good friend says it. What happened was my friend was sick in her apartment all day, and she sent me so crazy filtered selfies because she was bored. Well, I said “You have problems,” and she got offended and said I was rude. I don’t know, I guess I figure that any good friend of mine is used to my sarcasm and bluntness(is this even a word?) but I guess I can’t assume that.  Anyways, we talked it out and we’re fine now, but it still made me sad. :Reminds me I’m not considered “normal” and that I have trouble talking to people.

8:21 p.m.

Saw the movie Arrival today with Aunt Kathy. Not sure what I think about it. The story relied on a really big plot point about time travel that they just spring up out of nowhere 2/3 into the movie, which I don’t like. Anything that involves time travel is confusing, so that doesn’t help it.If you’re going to have time travel in your movie, don’t try to explain how it works. You’re just going to confuse people. Just put it in the movie and let people figure it out themselves if they want to think about it so hard. Because how can you explain something that doesn’t exist for us yet? It was still an amazingly made movie and they really did a good job enthralling me with the story. Not many movies out there portray aliens as good guys, so I’m glad they did in this movie.

I don’t really know what to write. Think I might just play some video games or watch some YouTube/CrunchyRoll/Netflix until I passout from the day. I spent a good hour street driving a completely new route to me. I experienced my first school bus. I get it now. It’s like driving behind a permanent red light that flips you the bird in the form of a stop sign every time it decides to say “Fuck you” and flash it’s red lights. One of the kids tripped on her way out and face planted so that was kind of funny. Not trying to sound like a dick, it’s just funny when someone doesn’t look where they step and end up ass over tea kettle. The girl was fine and laughed it off so that’s good. Obviously if she had seriously hurt herself I’d be out that truck and on her in 5 seconds flat making sure she didn’t die (If you’re not me and you’re reading this, I’ve been working as a lifeguard for 2 years now).

My fucking cat Yugi almost exited the page, I was about to have two dead cats. Nah I kid. I’m actually still really sad about my cat Joey dying earlier this week. Yugi is actually Joey’s twin brother, they were born in a litter of 4 kittens. Three orange and a black one, with three boys and an orange girl. Joey(2), Yugi(3), Marik, and Blondie (Yes I got most of their names from Yu-Gi-Oh!, and the number next to their name indicates how many cats had that  same name before. Think numbers for people, but for cats. Garfield the Third. King Charles VIII. So there was one Joey before this Joey, and two Yugis before this one now.) Marik(the black one) and Blondie(the girl) died early as kittens. Joey and Yugi lived past kitten-ry(???) and grew up to be pretty nice cats. Yugi still isn’t even a year old, his birthday is in April. I can probably find the exact date because pictures I took that day of their birth should be time stamped in my phone. Anyways. Joey just got hit by a car last week, so Yugi is it now from my kittens. I have a lot of cats since my mom is a vet and she takes in a lot of strays or cats that lost their homes. Most are just strays that hang around the backyard and you can’t even get near them; but there are a few good ones that come into the house and get petted and they really are “pets” you know? There’s Tiger(a literal living mass of fur that does nothing but relax all day), Grey(first generation kitten, old man now, has always been my main man, neutered), Cookies(doesn’t do much honesty… half the time I forget he even exists until I see him in the yard or something, neutered), Yugi(not neutered but also not old enough to be a daddy), the LSBD quadruplets(also the current generation of kitten mothers), Fire(kitten), Red(father to most of the kittens), Batman(negative twin of rainbow, neutered), Rainbow(positive twin to Batman, spayed), and there’s a new kitten named Scribbles that’s starting to open up to me. Lot’s of cats. Thank god by some miracle they all use the same litter box.

10:06 p.m.

I could talk about my cats all day honestly. I probably should’t. I think I’m going to try to get Yugi registered as a therapy animal so I can have him with me in my college dorm. Of course my new room mate would have to be okay with that. Hopefully I like him. We haven’t really talked much, he just came over one time to drop some stuff off in the dorm before break. My old room mate wasn’t the most entertaining guy to live with, so hopefully this guy will be better. He seems better so far. At least this guy actually has wall decorations for our bland ass pale cream walls. Seriously, how could my last room mate live with no decoration what-so-ever? He didn’t even have a computer screensaver or background for fuck’s sake. Honestly. Something wrong with that boy. I’m trying to buy weed in my home town instead of my college town, and it’s proving to be harder than first anticipated. First off there’s not nearly as many that deliver. I don’t have a car, so unless a meetup point is within walking distance I need delivery. Then the ones that do deliver either got jacked up attitude or jacked up prices. I should’ve bought more for break. I thought 16 g’s would last me, but I’m scraping the bottom of the barrel with what I have now(literally). I’m slowing down on smoking now anyways though, need to start getting back into the school routine. I only allow myself to load up .2-.4 grams a day now, as opposed to the .4-.8 I was loading out earlier in break. I probably should’ve done the math so I’d smoke an even amount every day of the break, but nothing I can do about it now. I talked to my mom about weed some more since I asked her to change a 100 for me so I had bills to buy more. She still says she’ll grow some if I get her some seeds. She’d probably end up smoking it herself. I laugh, but it might be worth a shot if I can find something reliable. The effects of almost daily smoking throughout this winter break have been obvious though. I’ve generally been a chipper and happier person than I have been in years past, and I’m much more vocal than I was a few months ago. Once I get back to college I’ll be back to a 3-time-a-week smoke schedule, excluding little night-one hitters to help me sleep. The sleep aide is actually really nice. I love sleeping after smoking, it is the deepest and most restful sleep you will ever have.

Think I’m done writing for today. If you’re reading this, I hope you’re having a good day. Stay frosty.

10:41 p.m.



Memoirs of an Average Unaverage Guy: Entry 4#- The Accountant, and some other stuff.

5:42 p.m.

Well, I was pretty spot on with most of what I said about the movie The Accountant. It was a shoot-em-up movie where a badass codenamed “The Accountant” shot a bunch of mother fuckers that came after him, protected some girl he’d only known for 2 days from dozens of assassins, and killed the biggest baddie of them all in the end. I was only wrong about him doing something in his past or being framed. What I didn’t expect though was the movie focusing around autism and Asperger’s, which “The Accountant ” has and coincidentally so do I. It was really interesting to see the portrayal of what people think it’s like to have Asperger’s Syndrome through film though, especially for one such as myself whom actually has Asperger’s Syndrome. In the film, The Accountant has extreme problems with bright lights, loud noises, not being able to finish something, social interactions, OCD,  and there’s something that requires him to take opioids and roll a pin on his leg at night. Out of all of those, I think the only trait that I share is social interactions. Small talk doesn’t come to me naturally, so often times I wind up just sitting next to someone in a(an?) awkward silence. It was cool to see how he interacted with others and how I could compare that to myself.

7:14 p.m.

I took a short little break from writing to go play some video games. I’m really into strategic games, games that make you think. The game I was just now playing was Clash Royale. You may know what it is, you may not. It’s a mobile dueling app where you battle other people using your own custom “army” per-say. What I like about it is the fact that I’m playing against real people in real time. You have to account for your opponents moves. Your opponent isn’t a computer, set up like clockwork; no, your  opponent is a real live human being, and you can never fully expect what a human being will do. I have to think 1 move, 2 moves, 3 moves in advance in order to outplay and outsmart my opponent, and sometimes you get into those really good games, the kind of games where you’re both equally matched and you stay head to head the entire game until one of you can finally beat the other. Shit. I tend to ramble when I smoke. New topic!

I’m getting my hair cut tomorrow. It’s long overdue, so I can’t wait. I’m in the process of growing it out right now, originally my hair was cut at the eyebrows; but now I’m planning on having it at jaw length or maybe even longer. I’ve had longish hair before, but never that long. A few years ago I remember having longish hair that went down to the bottom of my nose if I pulled it straight down, but honestly I only remember this because I have pictures saved in my phone. Currently the length of my hair is just about touching the tops of my eyes, so I’m getting there, slowly but surely. I feel like I’m rambling again. New topic!

I found my hat today. I had lost it and I couldn’t find it anywhere but it turns out I left it at Aunt Kathy’s the last time I was over there. Now if I could only find my pocket knife, my Swiss army knife, and my eye glasses cleaning cloth. Seriously, I lose shit almost as much as I forget shit man. It’s a serious problem because I still haven’t found my gameboy or that garden snake that escaped its cage back when I was a kid. Not only do I lose things and forget stuff, I forget conversations while I’m having the goddamn conversation. You can probably see how that can pose a problem in every day life. How can you talk to people, if you can’t remember what you said 30 seconds ago? People always ask why I hate talking on the phone or why I always save my snapchat messages. Because I won’t remember what I said the next day if I can’t go back and look.Shit, the next day. Try the next 30 minutes. I’ll forget what people tell me that quick. And don’t get me wrong! It’s not because I don’t care about what they said or anything, it’s just that I can’t remember. Stuff leaves my mind as quickly as it comes in, and I can’t stop it. That’s why I love physical records so much. Books. Films. Paintings and photos, essays and memoirs. They can be re-read or re-watched or re-looked at time and time again, reforming it fresh in your mind.

Well I think I’m off for now.  Don’t think I’ll be long out of bed, only got about 3 and a half hour’s sleep. Yeet.

7:56 p.m.