My mom and I were driving home one night and needed some gas and supplies, so we stopped at the International House of Pancakes. Upon arriving, we discovered that one could actually purchase pancakes and other breakfast like foods at iHop. We were seated at a table, the only people in the entire place, and proceeded to order. The door opened suddenly. A man, who looked very familiar, walked in and took a seat at the bar. The workers seemed to all know him, as if he was a regular. Then, as he turned around to talk to me, it hit me, it was Billie Joe Armstrong, the lead singer of Green Day. We had a nice, long discussion as we ate.
As my mother and I left I thought, "Crap! I should have asked him for his autograph so I could send it to Kat in England!" I was mad at myself.
When I arrived home, I discovered I had been commissioned to make a video for a Independence Day celebration. I had footage I had recorded in Iraq or Afghanistan or somewhere as well as footage from a video game. The mission in this video game was to walk the silhouette of a alligator around a swamp. If you knew the cheat code, though, you could drive a monster truck around the forest next to the swamp. I took all this footage and made a montage. Next, I needed music. I had a bunch of real patriotic music on my computer, Bruce Springsteen, The Star Spangled Banner, and such. Some how I ended up using a song by The Killers and one by Marilyn Manson, that faded into one another perfectly, but were not patriotic in the least.
Later on, I accompanied Sarah back to her house where she said we had a "situation". We pulled into the driveway.
"Okay, you go over beside the garage and I'll take the other side," Sarah said, pulling out her pistol. We sprang from the car. Sarah jabbed her gun into Sammie J's back as he carried on his threatening dialog from Pulp Fiction directed at Tim Roth, who stood on the porch. The situation was back under control.
A while later, Sarah and I went to the mall, which had apartments in it too. Nate was having a party in his apartment. He told us that all his black neighbors thought he was weird because he had white friends. Lots of people were there, including Blake, Najla, Kendall, and other people from school. Eventually, Sarah and I had to leave to receive awards from Oprah before she had a big public awards ceremony for some Mounties. We decided to try and find George Clooney, who we knew lived in the mall. We tried to go around the police barrier for the Oprah thing, but ended up inside. We were so afraid we were going to be punished for being inside, even though we knew that since we had received awards, we were allowed within the barriers.
Then we saw George Clooney.
He was walking with a little girl. We started to follow him, but he went through one of the barriers. When we approached it Jessie Crabtree appeared.
"I have presents for you guys, so you should talk to me," she informed us. She bought us things at the costumer service desk and we went on our merry way, attempting to go upstairs so we could spot George Clooney from above and follow him home.
THE END.
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(My CD is skipping and I'm about to kill someone.)
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Date: 2005-06-14 10:19 pm (UTC)Also - Death Cab For Cutie Guy = Your Icon! Totally don't remember his name, but I love that band.
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Date: 2005-06-14 10:24 pm (UTC)Ben Gibbard! He's awesome! Yay Death Cab!
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Date: 2005-06-14 11:05 pm (UTC)this sentence made me laugh... a LOT!
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Date: 2005-06-14 11:14 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-06-16 04:32 am (UTC)just...
wow
i throw frreakin awesome parties...
in the ghetto.
rock on.