I started out my day with a trip to Hollywood to attend an open-casting call for Pirates of the Carribean 3. My friend, Jun, told us about this and said they needed a lot of Asian people 'cause part of the movie takes place in Singapore. Most girls, such as my friend, Catherine, who I went with, are doing it mainly to meet Johnny Depp. I, however, am doing it for the fame. Just kidding. It's more like for the "been there, done that" thing. We got there, and found out that the Asian women they need were mainly for concubines and prostitutes. I was pretty bummed, because I'd been practicing my wench face, thinking that they needed cannibals and hags. *shrug* Maybe they'll see my polaroid and create the part for me. Anyway, it was just, basically, filling out a card, and getting our picture taken. I hope it get it. Wish me luck! :) Jun was supposed to come with us, but a bunch of his family friends were with him, so we didn't get to hang out, but it was still cool. Catherine and I had an awesome time.
Afterwards, Catherine and I went to Pink's. OMG, so good. The last time I was there, I wasn't able to eat because of the "person" I was with. You know the feeling, when things can (and will) come out, but nothing can go in. Anyway, that was a long time ago, and I devoured the dog with ease.
We decided not to do Melrose and headed back to the eastside. We craved jamba, so we drove from Rowland Heights to Brea. BUT, on a detour, we got 2nd holes pierced in our ears! It looks so ridiculous right now, 'cause the studs are the same! Big white gold studs. But, I have my eyes on these guitar studs and turtle studs, but it'll be a long time until I can even take them out (and even afford any). I'm down to $28 in my checking account. Ayayay.
At Jamba, in Brea, where I got the usual original orange dream machine (orgasmic, to say the least), there were these 3 girls with skimpy bathing suit tops, short shorts, and sneakers. They were between sunburn and tan, and I was trying to figure out if they had gone to the beach, but it couldn't have been, because of the sneakers. Then, I nearly concluded that they were taking a break from jogging out in the hot sun. I almost left satisfied with my answer when they started talking to these 2 geeky guys. I was like "do they know each other?" Nah. We all left at the same time, and they were still talking to each other, and being the super sleuth that I am, realized "aha! they're drum corpers!" It all made sense! So, heading to my car, which happened to be pretty much next to the two geeks', I was like "heeeeyyyy, I'm just wondering, what activity are you guys coming from?" And one guy was like "why?" and I didn't know how to answer that, so he just said, "We're drummers in a drum corps." And I was like "Pacific Crest?" 'cause once, a bunch of us skipped out on lunch and just went to Jamba Juice. And they're like "yeah." All of a sudden, a wave of emotions hit me, and I told them that I was in it, and how I miss it so much, and that I knew this person and that person and he's like "oh yeah, I dated her" and I was like "so, YOU'RE that guy." And that guy also did RCC, but a year after I left. It was so crazy. I miss it so much! You have no idea! And all of my friends and stuff. Seriously, my drum corps friends are pretty much the most amazing people you can ever hope to meet. And I'm sure all of my drum corps friends (no matter where you marched) can attest to that.
And then we ended at Ten Ren. Good times.
I have a lot of new things to look forward to, but I can't help looking back and missing everything I used to have, everyone I used to know. It's kind of a bittersweet feeling. I don't know how to cope except to feel sad. I kind of move on by default, but I'm hella lucky to be meeting awesome people on the way. And I'm happy about what I'm doing with my life. I have so much to be excited for. But, I'm thinking that whoever I am in the future, will be a result of what I had in the past, so it'll pretty much always be with me.
I do plan on re-contacting those who I think will be my friends forever (zack-attack style).