After class, Andres told us a story of a guy who trained himself to catch a wolf - as in, outrun a wolf - which he finally initiated when it snowed and allowed him to track the wolf easier. There was another story about a guy who tackled a deer and bit it on the neck to kill it, but that turned out to be a joke. And then another story about a guy who was born with bigger than usual lungs that allowed him to hold his breath for even up to 5 minutes. He used this skill when he was trapped inside the middle of a sinking ship to swim through all the corridors, while people around him were drowning, and still swam up to the surface once outside of the ship. And also something about some famous guy who had a heart defect that pumped a lot of oxygen into his heart more than normal that he was outrunning everyone, but too bad we'll never know how long he would've lived because he died in a car accident.
I had to take Certel - I still don't know how her name's supposed to be spelled - home afterward to Mission Hills. The only time I have ever been to Mission Hills was back in CSUN when I rode there with my Sound Design classmate, Bjorn Ko, to go to our Professor Ginsberg's office. Anyway, I can't believe she guessed 30 when she tried to guess my age. What a bitch. I then made fun of her by trying to guess if she was 12 and then 14 before finally getting it right at 16. I had to explain to her what Craigslist is. Also, she asked me if I was guy even after explaining how I would bang Kelly Clarkson, Summer Glau, Emma Watson, and Ashley Greene.
Certel: Well, some guys say that to dispell rumors ...
Later on, I turned the corner, interrupting whatever she was staring at.
Certel: I was looking at something.
Ryan (me): What?
Certel: A guy.
Ryan: Oh, I thought it was something else.
Certel: Why would I be checking out a girl?
Ryan: Well, some girls --
Certel: No, no, no! I wrote the book, I read between the lines! You cannot use my own story against me!
She gave me directions to get on the 118 freeway so I can get on the 210 to the 2 to get back home. But I deviated when I saw the 5 freeway. I stopped by the Glendale Galleria, changed out of my sweatpants and into my camouflage shorts, and walked by the Hot Topic to see the chick that I jack off to (whom I found out last week is called by her co-workers as Dani, most likely short for Danielle, when I was there with Michael). Yeah, I'm too lazy to use code words today.
Mom brought Chinese food from Panda Inn home for dinner.
Just randomly felt like looking up the Millennium Dance Complex on the internet. It's in North Hollywood. Found out they have a Break Dancing class. The teacher is named Shorty. Then I found out Shorty's a girl. Her moves look good on Youtube. Apparently, she was on that TV show America's Best Dance Crew. I wouldn't know. If I wasn't so politically correct, I'd say that show's gay. But I don't want those hilarious TV commercials lately to apply to me too:
America's Best Dance Crew is so Ryan. When you say, "That's so gay," do you realize what you say? Knock it off!
Anyway, BGirl Shorty is jack-off-able out of principle because she's not ugly and she's a good bgirl (in the same way how Brian at the GNC and I would say that we'd bone Kyra Gracie even though she's plain looking, but out of principle to be able to say that we fucked a Gracie).
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