Old School...

Another case of the Mondays. A pile of work on my desk that I'm not sure will ever disappear. Organized clutter here and there. Phone calls and e-mails up the wazoo! Bleech! Calgon, take me away!!! Since I can't wash all my troubles down the drain, what do I resort to? Nothing but good old Jr. High School humor... it's the best! Remember how much you laughed when one of your friends did our said something that was off the hook, and every time you saw them you couldn't help but to burst into laughter? I soo needed to have that kinda fun today and that's what I got.
For lunch, my boss wanted to meet with our evaluator (aka my potna in crime) Ana TJ. So I call her earlier in the day to see if she was down. Of course she puts on the "why are you wasting my time" tone... classic. I then offer to come and pick her up so that we could meet our boss near UCB, but how does she end the convo? "Come pick me up biotch!" Classic. So I pick her up and all the way there, we talk shit to each other back in forth... just like sisters I guess. You gotta love it.
Amidst all the shit I had to do at work, I still managed to slack a bit. Watched some Chappelle show clips. Got some IM Def Comedy Jam from TK, Shawn, and Banagan. Yeap, I'm such a diligent worker.
After work, my day doesn't end... time to cross the bridge to class. I pick up Banagan from Ashby BART and we shoot the breeze and whatnot. But what does homie do as soon as we get to the Daly City interchange? Falls the hell asleep. Gotta fix that fast, so I pop in a CD my brother made for me with some old school cuts on it. I blast "Eye of the Tiger" hella loud and we start shadow boxing in the car. Gotta get some energy fast before we head to policy class. Banagan says that I should play it hella loud as he runs through campus, a la Rocky Balboa. Yeap, I can see that. Patriotic shorts, raw eggs and all. Funny stuff.
So we go to lecture. I scan the room watching people looking into la la land, but feigning the "I'm paying attention look." Of course I look towards folks I can get a quick laugh out of just to wake up a bit. The subject area of this class is interesting, but on a Monday night, soooo tiring.
Class ends, and woohoo, time to cross the Bay and go home. Before hitting the bridge, I give Mylinksi a lift to her car (lazy bum) and blast "Eye the Tiger" again. That's my theme for the semester I guess. Somehow, me and Banagan get on the topic of old school video games, with one of the favs being "Street Fighter." I tell him that in Jr. high school, there was this one boy people would call Dhalsim, because he was hella skinny and tall. Every time he would some into the room, fools would say: "oooga flame! oooga fire!" As my grandma would say, "it's laughable, but not funny." Who am I kiddin', that shit used to be hella funny!
The humor today had me feeling all nostalgic. Junior high is usually marked by awkward transitions from childhood to adolescence, but that time was pretty fun. I miss laughing at nonsense. Kickin' it on the quad. Passing notes in class. All that good stuff. With as whack as things tend to be here and there, it's refreshing to be dorky and not give a shit about what others think. Trust me, it helps!