"Charlie and the Chocolate Factory"

Dateline: Friday.

I woke up. I looked around my room, thinking maybe I could find some kind of inspiration to wake up. As I looked around at the Bob Marley posters, my clock-radio.. then it hit me like a space shuttle at "blast-off" after skydiving from a plane 2 miles above the earth..

A stuffed animal peered at me from the top of my night table. The green cock-eyed frog filled me with such joy, and happiness.

I arose. I walked out of my room. I felt great, a feeling I had not felt since the Tuesday before. After promptly going on-line, waving the dry, wavy strands of hair from my forehead, she suddenly signed in..

Christina was an interesting judge of character. She was sharp, and tough. She was the kind of girl that shot first, and asked questions later..

"Allo", I recall her saying.

"HAY!" I replied.

..and the conversation carried on from there. I had decided to see the premiere of "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" that day. So I suggested it..

"Wanna see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on Imax?"

To my surprise, I typed that without looking. I had then noticed how I had often pondered and dwelled on the minutaie of life, say I drop a book on the floor and trip over it later in the day, or feel the need to start cussing in spanish in front of my father to see his reaction.. then at that moment, she replied.

She agreed. Now there are a number of ways she could have expressed this, "oOkay", "sure", or "when?".. I can't remember how. The point is, in the blink of an eye, my day changed. Suddenly I had so much to do, I had to milk my father for some spare cash, I had to shower, I had to make some phonecalls, I had to conquer Rome, I had to get ready..

So I took an hour to conquer Rome. It's a guilty pleasure. Playing a video game isn't my idea of "progress", it's not my idea of "being productive". I hate video games, or at least I say I do.. it's been my experience that when I say "I hate" anything, I usually have some guilty pleasure towards them..

..in the words of the great David Bowie.. "It's a god-awful small affair to the girl with the mousey hair. But her mummy is yelling no, and her daddy has told her to go. But her friend is nowhere to be seen, now she walks through her sunken dreams to the seat with the glarest view, and she's hooked to the silver screen. But the film is a saddening bore, for she's lived it ten times or more! She could spit in the eyes of fools as they ask her to focus sailors fighting in the dancehall! Oh man, look at those cavemen go! It's the freakiest show! Take a look at the lawman beating up the wrong guy! Oh man, wonder if he'll ever know he's in the best-selling show?.."

When I was done "conquering Rome", deluded in the concept of being a R**** Conqueror.. I showered. This is an act I had not done since that Tuesday. These days I feel like "showering" isn't a such a priority. Maybe it's my exposure to all the cultures of the world through what I have read..

After making phonecalls I proceeded to the shower. The shower. Now when you shower, you are exposed to water.. this was hard for me for some reason. In my perspective, it's comparable to quitting smoking, or starting flossing.. I had to do it in "steps".

When I stepped in that water, I cringed with discomfort, I yelped with displeasure.. I showered. I could feel the drops of water forming canals onto my scalp. My ears were distraught to the sound of crashing water onto the plastic floor that inlcined to the tiny metal drain in it's center! This was hell if I ever thought of one.

I soaped up, shampooed, and towel dried. I decided not to blow-dry seeing as I wanted to at least try to have my hair natural, not knowing I would pick it out later that night.

At last the worst was over, and the fun was about to begin.

..and once more, in the words of David Bowie.. "It's on america's tortured brow that Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow. Now the worker's have struck for fame 'cause Lennon's on sale again. See the mice in their million hordes, from Ibeza to the Norfolk Broads. Rule Britannia is out of bounds to my mother, my dog, and clowns. But the film is a saddening bore 'cause I wrote it ten times or more! It's about to be writ again as I ask you to focus on sailors fighting in the dancehall! Oh man, look at those cavemen go!-

-!@$(#U()!#@^$()&*$)(

I lost my train of thought. Sorry, I wanted to write in literary form, but I couldn't finish. Oh well. Maybe next time.

And to sum it all up, I loved "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory". Thanks Nina for coming with me!