wacky wednesdays

So right now I'm at Wacky Wednesday. That's when G and I go up to our friend's apartment - S, A, and J - and enjoy the night together. Just a couple of guys and girls chillin' out.

Wacky Wednesday (WW) has become a regular thing lately. Three weeks and running. Just now, my manic friend A decided to start an impromptu game of "Fact of Fiction," based entirely on his memorization of facts from Johns Hopkins website today.

"Fact of fiction - a dog's mouth is cleaner than a human's."
FICTION - irrelevant, since they're different species.

"Fact or fiction - tap water is cleaner than bottled water."
UHHH...jury's still out. We all yelled at A because we said it was completely dependent on where you lived. A, who suffers from ADHD profoundly, abruptly switched to a new F or F.

"Fact or fiction...in millions of years, a really long time, L.A. is going to be next to San Francisco."
We all debated. A threw out the question a number of times, emphasizing the word "millions." T asked, "Are you trying to get at the fault lines bro?" And A nodded.

I voted fiction at the end of it all, along with J and G. We all debated and decided, eventually, that California would straight up fall into the ocean before it moved next door to San Fran. A debated like a hero until finally he just resorted to screaming, "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! I FUCKING LIVED IN CALIFORNIA! I DID THOSE EARTHQUAKE DRILLS SINCE I WAS 3!!! I DID THOSE BRO!" over and over.

We all looked on in shock as L and A locked into a heated debate about transformative, divergent, and convergent plate boundaries. Fault lines. Trenches. It was the most hood argument with the most elevated scientific language I've heard, ever. One boy from Hacienda Heights vs. one boy from So Brooklyn, dueling it out over plate tectonics. Absurd.

"SO EXPLAIN. EXPLAIN PLATE TECTONICS TO ME," we could make out J shouting. "Explain that. If you can do that, I'll pay you money!"





So that happened. Eventually we discovered that A only had a 6th grade working knowledge of plate tectonics, and the word Pangaea. I showed him with my hands the three types of plate boundaries and he picked the one he liked the most and labeled it as the movement L.A. would be making to San Francisco (he chose convergent). He was wrong. It is transformative (right?).

Right now, A's talking about how he loves some chick who's a Gemini.
"Me and Geminis just go together so well. Don't you guys have a horoscopical sign that you go together with?"
"Horoscopical?" I asked. "Is that a word we're using now?"
"Excuse me Miriam, Miriam Webster."

And finally, the last thing that happened today (totally unrelated):
I have this great kid in my class. We are all writing about memories, and this kid has been on and off with writing. So imagine my delight when he waltzes in talking about the kickass draft he wrote last night. And imagine my greater shock and horror when I read his draft in Writing class and his "memory" is a straight up fictional story about how him and I go to Chuck-E-Cheez. No joke. NOT a joke.

The exchange went like this:
"Honey...you do understand that we've been writing about...memories...for the last 3 weeks."
"Uh huh."
"What's a memory?"
"Something you remember. Something that happened to you."
"Exactly. So, did this happen to you?" (Bear in mind that his "memoir" starts, bless him, with "I remember the day...")
"Yeah, remember?"
I was like, no. I don't remember.
"Honey, did this really happen to you?"
"We can't write fiction? We can't make up a memory?"
"No. That would be the definition of a memoir."
"Oh. I guess I'll write about my grandfather."

Great day. I love my job. I get paid for this?

:)

SONNNNNNNNNNGS
"stillness is the move" - the dirty projectors
"if you're wondering if i want you to (i want you to)" - weezer