the flavor is hiding while the nilla wafers seek, he says

I wrote today's entry in a notebook I found strewn near the computer.

"so yeah, after almost a year of waiting, i'm finally flying back out to california tomorrow afternoon & staying @ pat's for a week, & then we're flying back together on the 19th.

"the crew & i piled into 2 separate vehicles this past saturday evening & headed off to laser tag, after resa & i had concluded our shopping excursion & paced back & forth outside the mall awaiting my parents' arrival. for reasons unbeknownst to me, they decided to travel through nameless animal paths back through residential areas with handcrafted mailboxes. in the meantime, resa & i sat outside under leafy trees & clouded skies, watching buses pass by like a one-sided game of tennis, & sweeping the aphids off of our laps that fell from the tree branches above.

"once we had managed to arrive at resa's & then bargain our way to laser tag (resa agreed to clean the house that weekend in exchange for a ride, you see), we played rounds of laser tag against hordes of youth, some of whom regrettably whooped us & others who whined that our age was the only cause of our victorious state. we also rode the bumper cars, frolicked upon the playground nearby, & resa & i fed a countless amount of dollars & tokens into the dance dance revolution machine. friends abandoned us after we began to gain skill & the amusement of failure had worn thin, but resa & i plugged on regardless, scrambling for another batch of tokens or fishing more bills from our pockets. we conquered the first level, which is a compilation of three individual stages.

"as the crew & i mulled outside awaiting rides & such, we observed a motorcycle that cigarettes had been stuffed into, & when i offhandedly commented that they should be trashed, resa took it upon herself to slip them from their pocket & toss them into a garbage can. later, the disheveled owner of the tattered motorcycle & pack of narcotics bustled through the doors & to his vehicle of choice, immediately stumbling into an uncontrollable rage upon the tragic loss of his means of prolonged suicide, damning whoever had stolen his smokes with some added 'fucks' thrown in for added emphasis.

"yesterday, a librarian attempted to recruit resa & i into a teen summer reading club, & for every decline we laid onto the table, she volleyed another plea & scooted the sign-up sheet & pen a little closer to us. as we walked home & complained of the humidity, a car-full of guys sped past & called something out to us, & later approached from the other direction, bodies draped out from the open car windows & waving for our attention. this tickled us.

"& now i leave you with excerpts from an intriguing conversation between bryan & i, & then i must retire to my bedroom so that i may awaken early tomorrow morning in order to prepare for my early afternoon flight to california. i'll try to slip in some entries while i'm gone. have fun, kiddos, & remember, candy bar wrappers do not serve as an efficient condom substitute during intercourse."

AngeLofIllusioN: so are you going to do dance dance revolution?
kefkaexdeath: No
AngeLofIllusioN: okay
kefkaexdeath: if I did, you would have to...
kefkaexdeath: do...something...manly like die hard...
AngeLofIllusioN: "do" die hard?
AngeLofIllusioN: how does that work?
kefkaexdeath: SHUT UP
AngeLofIllusioN: WELL DAMN
kefkaexdeath: NO
AngeLofIllusioN: DON'T YELL AT ME
kefkaexdeath: DAMMIT
AngeLofIllusioN: DUDE
kefkaexdeath: YOU YELLED
AngeLofIllusioN: YOU YELLED FIRST
kefkaexdeath: NO
kefkaexdeath: MY UNCLE GOT A COMPUTER A COUPLE WEEKS AGO, HE JUST FOUND THE CAPS LOCK KEY
AngeLofIllusioN: HOW UNOBSERVANT
kefkaexdeath: YOU SHUT UP
AngeLofIllusioN: YOU SHUT UP! YOU STARTED THIS!
kefkaexdeath: YOU ARE CONTINUING IT
kefkaexdeath: IT TAKES TWO TO TANGO
AngeLofIllusioN: NOT IF YOU HAVE AN IMAGINARY FRIEND!
kefkaexdeath: THAT'S TWO
AngeLofIllusioN: ITS ONE AND A HALF!
kefkaexdeath: NO
AngeLofIllusioN: YES
kefkaexdeath: OKAY
kefkaexdeath: IT TAKES MORE THAN ONE TO TANGO
kefkaexdeath: TWO IS JUST RIGHT
kefkaexdeath: THREE IS TOO MANY
AngeLofIllusioN: I'M NOT HALF
kefkaexdeath: FOUR IS JUST WRONG
AngeLofIllusioN: THAT'S AN ORGY
kefkaexdeath: OH, THAT'S GREAT, DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO TURN THINGS INTO ORGIES?
AngeLofIllusioN: NO, BUT IT MAKES THINGS MORE INTERESTING, LIKE THROWING BANANAS INTO LECTURES ABOUT POLYGONS
kefkaexdeath: OH, BY THE WAY, HAVE YOU EVER HAD BANANA PUDDING? ITS DELICIOUS
AngeLofIllusioN: NOT REALLY, I'VE ONLY HAD CHOCOLATE AND A MIX OF CHOCOLATE AND VANILLA
kefkaexdeath: WELL, YOU HAVE TO MAKE BANANA PUDDING
AngeLofIllusioN: HOW DO YOU DO THAT?
kefkaexdeath: NILLA WAFERS, BANANA SLICES IN VANILLA PUDDING IN THE FRIDGE, OVER NIGHT
kefkaexdeath: ITS TO DIE FOR
kefkaexdeath: THE FLAVOR IS CAPTURED BY THE NILLA WAFERS
kefkaexdeath: IF BANANA PUDDING WAS THE GAME HIDE AND SEEK
kefkaexdeath: THE FLAVOR IS HIDING WHILE THE NILLA WAFERS SEEK

[Later...]

kefkaexdeath: I WAS JUST TELLING RESA, FANTASTIC IS SUCH A FANTASTIC WORD BECAUSE IT DESCRIBES ITSELF SO FANTASTICALLY
AngeLofIllusioN: RESA ALREADY KNOWS ALL ABOUT THAT FANTASTIC HOOHAH
kefkaexdeath: BUT DID YOU?
kefkaexdeath: I MEAN, JUST SAY FANTASTIC
AngeLofIllusioN: FANTASTIC
kefkaexdeath: YEAH!
AngeLofIllusioN: IF YOU SAY SO, LITTLE MAN
kefkaexdeath: ON THE CONTRARY
kefkaexdeath: YOU ARE THE LITTLE ONE
AngeLofIllusioN: I KICK ASS, I'M FIGURATIVELY LARGER THAN LIFE, AND THAT HAS NO CORRELATION TO THE BACKSTREET BOYS SONG
kefkaexdeath: I THINK IT DOES
AngeLofIllusioN: I THINK IT DOESN'T