My Sister Likes It Weird

"I like abstract videos cause like they’re just so random and weird, and it’s cool how you can have your own interpretation about it, and it’s nice to hear other people’s interpretations, ya know?"

"Hey! I'm Talking to You!"

shouted an annoying voice to the right of me. I continue to build up on my fire warriors, up to the point where they even have their own shield drones. I was just about to finish the game before the annoying voice grew into an annoying tug.
"What the heck! You call me into your room to talk, and you just play your stupid games!" She lectured, pulling on the sleeve of my t-shirt.
"What? Yeah! Totally. I agree," I called out bluntly while trying to shrug her off. She gets into one of her tantrums, the ones that are louder the a screeching chimpanzee - more annoying too.
"Okay! I'm sorry. I'm exiting the game. Happy?" I switch off the monitor and look blankly at my sister. We begin to talk. She tells me all about how Elizabeth's parents are planning on moving to Sacramento and how Amanda's leaving for a different school.
"I just want to move away too. I hate San Jose. It's boring as hell." She tells me.
"Hey, that's what happens. People move away. Like in the first grade when my friend moved away. He was pretty hot too."I think twice on what I just said and added "Hey! How come I think all these guys are hot? I think I might be bi or some shit."
"Well, there's nothing wrong with that." My sister points out . That's what I love about my sister, she's so accepting.
"Oh em gee! Let's go tell dad! He'll be hella pissed! Let's go piss him off! Yeah! It'll be hilarious! He'll probably kick me out or ship me to Vietnam!" I laugh hysterically and out of control. I've totally lost it.
"Okay, we can do that, just don't tell mom because she has high blood pressure."We start laughing really loud. She adds," She says she doesn't want us to be like that because it's not normal." I nod my head and turn back towards the computer, turning on the monitor and start to type away.
"She's not normal." I blurt out.
"Well, what the hell does normal mean anyways when everyone is different?"

oh. hells. nah.

Friendships Aren't Works of Art

A Walk in The Park Becomes More Then a Walk in The Park

This One's for Scottie.

"Scottie, do you like being gay?" I asked, wondering. JUST wondering.
"What do you mean?"
"Like, is it fun?"
I leaned my ear into the ear piece, waiting painstakingly for the slightest sound. It's not that I'm being rude or anything. I'm not trying to be. I'm just really, really curious. It's like asking if blonds have more fun. Which is a cliche. Ha, that one was for Ms. Lee.
"Well, I dunno. Is being straight fun?" he backfired. Ouch.
"Yeah, but it can be frustrating at times."
"What do you mean?"
"Like, girls make guys horny. And when a guy's horny, they get boners and....well....I guess guys can do that to guys too, but. WELL. It's like, different. Like..what the fuck. Like when a gay guy and a gay guy are both playing the game, no one can win. It's like legos. Trying to push the studded side of one brick into the studded side of another brick, hoping they fit. Which they don't. Girls and guys fit naturally. Well..I guess you can have butt sex, but then again that's not natural at all. At least I don't think it is. Like-"
"DUYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!"
"WHAAT?! All I'm trying to say is that I think being gay makes you interesting."
He laughs like a monkey choking on a banana. Score.
"HAHA! Duy!! I think I'm going to put that as one of my favorite quotes on my facebook."

Young to Old and Old to Young

My sister and I had an interesting conversation one night late last week. It was another quiet evening at home, just her and I, eating leftovers for dinner. We were watching the Fresh Prince of Bel Air.
"Hey Duy?" she mumbles, with a mouthful of rice.
"Yeah?"
"Do you ever wish you were young again?"
"uhhh...yeah. Kinda."
I wipe my mouth with a napkin and switch the channel to some Family Guy. Peter drove into the town's TV satellite thing, disrupting everyone's television, and then blamed it all on his daughter, Meg.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Being a kid, not having to worry about school and stuff," she replied, this time nibbling on a piece of chicken.
"Well yeah, but I like being a teenager. It's effing sweet. Oh shit! Reminds me, you just turned twelve. You're a preteen."
"Yeah I know."
"Oh shit, I need to start getting you some condoms."
"shut up."
"Yeah you're right. You're not going to get laid in middle school like your big brother did," I jokingly shove her on the shoulder.
"Ewwwww...You WISH!"
"Yeah I know, but seriously. Twelve is an important age for you. It symbolizes your last year as a child. You know?"
"Yeah. Sucks."
I lift up the remote and flip the channel to the food network right before Peter started to sing his parody of MChammer's song.
"You know what I wish?"I piped in after licking my fork clean.
"That you could get laid?"
"shutup."
"I'm just kidding. What?"
"That you could be like a kid, but with all the funness of being a teenager. Like drugs and sex. Wouldn't it be cool to be a kid who was having sex and drugs?" I sit back with a dreamy expression etched all over my rice-covered face.
"You mean like child actors?"LOL. "Don't you think its weird how old people want to be younger and young people always try to act older?"
"I don't think its weird. I know what you mean though."
I begin to get up but she tries to stop me.
"Do you ever feel that way?" She asks, stalling.
"That's enough talking for tonight baby sister." I turn off the TV and pick up my plate. I drop it into the sink, run a quick shower over my fork, and hightail it up the stairs, thoughts of child actors and pieces of grilled chicken, both swirling in my mind and stomach.

Hey Jude. Crawl Under My Skin.

I watched Superbad recently for the second time and I laughed hard at one of my favorite lines from the movie. It was the scene where Seth is describing all the past guys Jules has dated. He describes one of the guys as the "...sweetest guy ever. Have you ever stared into his eyes? It was the first time I heard the Beatles." Hilarious. Speaking of the Beatles, I recall past memories spent listening to many of their songs. My mother would always put on records of classic music. She'd have the Beegees, the Carpenters, ABBA, and of course the Beatles all playing respectively one after the other. And for some apparent reason, she'd usually play them during Christmas time. It was as if all of my mother's records receded behind a rock, only to come out during winter. Listening to "Yesterday" and "Jingle Bell Rock" was as ordinary as drinking eggnog during Christmas. "Money money, always sunny! In the rich man's world!"

Germans, Fries, and Fresh Prince.

"30 seconds yanks! God be with you!" screamed Sgt. Randall. The dark, cold lion of the English Channel billowed, tossing the tiny, cramped landing vehicle to and fro between its massive paws. Thoughts of loved ones, family, and other cherished memories danced through our heads like ballerinas as each man on the craft stared the menace known as Death in the face as the craft and soldiers sailed onward to their doom. Closer and closer we get to the French coastline as the speedy boat rifles through the raging sea. The signal is given to open the back door to each landing craft as they arrive at their perilous destination, and there the heroism and the chaos jointly begin; a quest to smash through the German lines and uproot Hitler's sinister plans at a place called Normandy. I screamed out my battle cry and lunged forward following Sgt. Randall. I had barely placed my foot upon the sand before a loud "DUYYYY!" Wait. What? "DUYYYY!" This time louder then before. It was louder then the shocks and pounding of machine gun fire. I whirl around from my position at my desk and fling off my headphones. "WHAT!" I bellowed. "Lets go make some french fries!" It was my brother. "What the fuck? No. It's fucking 2:42 in the morning. Who makes fries at 2:42 in the morning?!" "Awww come on! I'm hungry! Fries are the shiznits!" "I AM NOT COMING ON ANYTHING TODAY." Ten minutes later I'm downstairs peeling potatoes while watching The Fresh Prince of Bel Air. "WAIT A FUCKING SECOND. HOW THE FUCK DID I GET FROM KILLING GERMANS TO MAKING FRENCH FRIES?" My brother looks up at me and laughs. We continue to watch as Will makes fun of Carlton for being a total midget. I smile and laugh along with my brother.