Riot!

So I have my third interview Wednesday with the life insurance company. Decided I would need a new shirt and tie for the occasion. Now normally I would just head off to the Men's Wearhouse or some other fancy place where they have people that pair up the shirts and ties for you. But seeing as I am no longer in a position to be spending like that, I had to do it on my own. Being color blind makes this a tough thing. My dreams of being an electrician and pilot were dashed at an early age. I remember kindergarten still when it was time to draw your house, I colored my house's lawn orange. Everyone thought I was just being whimsical. I had tried to color the lawn green, but it just didnt look right to me. Then came the stop light project Red, yellow, green right? Well to me the red is red, but the yellow looks orange and the green looks white. I did not get the coveted check plus on this one. In real life its not a big deal because I know if the light at the top is lit up I stop and so on. And if I'm driving in Texas or some other moronic place that has their stop lights sideways, I know to stop when the light is on the left etc.. While on the subject of stop lights, I think its time LA dropped the attitude and started adding some left turn signals. traffic is already fucked- what's another 30 seconds to give a few people a safe left? I'm just sayin... Anyways after noticing the weird looks from my stop light I decided I needed just to conform with the rest of society's color correct ways.Only problem is that some of the little pricks would take the labels off the crayon and my ass would be S O L. Especially when it came to the purple and black crayons. My night scenes would usually be purple. I mean I can tell basic colors, like a solid yellow. But I am completely fucked when it comes to those fancy colors like mauve, tan, rainforest, and shit like that. So anyways there I am at the toilet store (Anchorman reference for you ). I guess I could have tried to make it simple but its not like I could go with the basic white shirt and black tie. Wasn't trying to look like an FBI agent, or worse a member of Best Buy's Geek Squad. Or Michael Douglas in Falling Down. Or a Mormon cruising the streets on a bike searching for converts. So I went with some white striped shirt which I hoped had blue stripes, and a tie which I thought had blue but ended up having purple on it instead.  Anyways I got a second opinion. Turns out the tie is good, the shirt not so much. Thanks for preventing me from walking into the interview on Wednesday looking like a reh-tard.

I really don't like playing basketball at the gym- the game is lame there, just the people playing and their uppity ways. I almost played with my earphones on. I seriously thought about it. There is something admirable though about a guy who is 0-8 from beyond three but continues to shuck it up with reckless abandon. Nevermind I have position on my guy. Hopefully he applies that confidence in other areas of his life. Worse shooting form I've seen in a while too. Then there is of course the kid who only passes to members of his summer traveling team when he's not shooting from half court. Just terrible. I played a game in LA on saturday and at least there they passed me the ball once I made a few. You know how hard it is to get the ball passed to you when you are the sole non AA? Not in good ol Santee though. I had to clean up their shit after every missed shot. Fine with me. Got the ball passed to me once, maybe twice and yet somehow managed to score over half the team's points. I am contemplating playing tonight at the church except I don't have my basketball shoes- I left them in LA. I dunno if I want to play in my running shoes and risk rolling my ankle prior to my interview. If there is one category I have a chance in leading when it comes to basketball, its rolled ankles. I remember purchasing my Magic Johnson shoes back in the '90s thinking it would solve my ankle rolling issue. I might have been the only kid rockin them. Turns out it was most likely cuz they didnt do shit to prevent me from rolling my ankle every other day. Hey when you're a fat little kid who doesnt get the ball passed to you, you have to score somehow and that for me was trying to get every rebound possible. Fat kid+ running after rebounds = hall of fame numbers in the rolled ankles.

In the end it's kind of silly for me to have a favorite color seeing as I get it wrong half the time, but I guess it would be blue.

Riot! by Chino XL featuring Ras Kass. Probably the single greatest "one liners" track ever. One of those that has you rewinding to catch what they said. you know, if you're into lyrics and shit.