Broke some laws this weekend, but none that directly threaten anyone. It was all in the name of good fun and it was a good stress reliever and a good way to forget about things that need attention, which solves nothing, but thats just the way I want it. Well, Wei Cheng came over on Friday and we went around doing nothing for a while. I went back to school and he defiled some tables. That night we went to see the Ladykillers which is one of those iffy movies. Its got some grand meaning with symbols and motifs hidden its seemingly simple plot, but after Unti's class, I'm sick of this deep thinking for elongated periods of time. So at abour 1 or so, we get back to my house and crash for the night. The next day we take BART to SF and meet up and some guy's house in Japantown. We met up with a crazy Norweigen (sp?) that I've never met before and ate a record amount of rice and japanese curry. Watched Hellboy. Decent. That night we take the bus down to Internation High and realize that the musical is sold out. Fuck, but no fear, theres still one way, we gotta break in past the security guard(s) and past the ticket booth. So we call this Triad lacky guy we know that had broken in before us and he lets us in a side door and we sneak past the guard and bolt into the library. Then Wei Cheng decides to blind and suffocate us by going haywire with the fire extinguisher which tastes and feels like some sour, oxygen depriving gas, which it is. We get into the musical and the musical kicked some serious ass. Luckily some people didn't show up to the sold out show so we couldn't get caught. After the musical it was up to the roof of the building. People smoked and I inhaled the second-hand shit. Drank a little to get warm. Nothing much. Stood on a top of a table next to the edge and looked at San Fran below me. It was pretty fucking cold. It was nice to just stand there and watch the city, still alive. Makes you feel like thinking too, up on that table, but it was way too cold to really think of anything. Plus, the chain-smoking was getting into my lungs and it was pissing me off. We had some druggy kid with us, but he ran off never to be seen again. Finally, decided to leave cause we were slowly getting frostbitten. There was a cast afterparty but I was so damn tired so we didn't go. We went back to pacifica and fell dead asleep. Came home an hour ago, I feel better than when I left yesterday. Thats all.
