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Monday, May 31, 2004


I saw this movie called Napolean Dynamite.

Napolean wears moon boots and unicorn t-shirts tucked into his jeans.
Napolean likes to draws his favorite animal a liger.
Napolean claims there is no room in his locker because of his numchucks.

When Napolean discovers his friend Pedro's bikes he asks him if he ever takes it off any "sweet jumps."

Cut-to the next scene where they have placed a cinder block on the side walk and created a sweet jump with a piece of plywood.

This movie felt more real than sur to me. I felt like I knew people like Napolean, but couldn't qute place them.

Then today as I was walking to the co-op, talking on the phone I hear a voice behind me saying something like, "Get...out..way...jump."

A huffy-esque bike barrels by me and goes over a sort of pathetic crest formed by two slabs of concrete. He catches air. All two inches of it. Then another voice behind me asks, "Did you jump it?"

"Yeah-uh! She saw it."

"Did he jump it?"

"Come on tell him I jumped it."

I was too comfused to answer, though in retrospect the truth is, he did jump it, but it wasn't sweet.

Interested parties can see the trailer here.

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