aside from the fact that i forgot to call my interviewer and tie him down to a date, place, and time for my interview which must be completed before december 1st, today went excellently.
highlights of my 60 minute school day include: wearing down my physics teacher until she finally just did my extra credit homework for me, watching the simpsons in english (the one where they are on a reality show and have to live like its 1895?), and doing absolutely nothing in music theory (same ol, same ol).
afterwards it was to the mall with everyone's favorite heroin(e) - she really is just like a drug - madeleine! there we dropped ines off with some of her spanish friends who did invite us to hang out with them but we politely declined so as to spend some quality time with jon and rob. it was decided that rob looks like the offspring of john mayer and tobey maguire if they ever were to mate. we made people extremely uncomfortable in the nordstrom cafe (where they refused to sell jon the soup that was right in front of him, and denied me my yogurt parfait. fucking i hate the nordstrom cafe now! they never have any of the food they claim to have and when they do actually have it, you aren't allowed to buy it... hmmm.... peculiarrrrrrr.... [strokes chin, pondering this 8th mystery of the world].) we people watched, we pretended to be gossip girls, jon and his amazing gaydar successfully pinpointed all off- limits, well- dressed, and well- groomed beautiful pretty boys. we were getting some weird looks, so we jetted after an hour imbibing unhealthful amounts of diet coke and tearing apart cranberry muffins.
afterwards, jon and rob wanted to see the grudge, and i had to head home, so madeleine and i rounded up ines and back to my house it was. i slept, watched dr. phil (i wicked hate him), and unsuccessfully attempted to help my mom with her pre-thanksgiving (dia de accion de gracias) ritualistic preparation. she seemed stressed, so i ordered two large pizzas, called patty, called lauren, called jon, and invited them all over for an evening of chilling to the maxxx.
stomachs satisfied and stories aside, we put in se7en, which jon had so generously brought over for us.
okay, those of you who were in our ap chem class last year (period c), you know how much this movie means to us. discussed at length in one of the latter labs of last year, it was decided that we would celebrate the end of ap chem (moniker: HELL) with a self indulgent night admiring the gorgeous image of the one and only brad pitt (moniker: GOD) and grossing ourselves out by watching this sick and twisted psychological thriller of a masterpiece harbinger for horror films everywhere.
tonight, ladies and gentlemen, was that night of glorious celebration. lauren made a wonderfully delicious chocolate cake with the most luxurious chocolate frosting (for which we momentarily paused the movie in between sins 3 and 4 [sloth and lust] to devour, of course).
if you haven't seen it already, go rent this movie. now. aquilala ahora! unless you're not into sick and twisted pschological harbingers of thriller films. i didnt think i was either, but it was so incredibly well done. the whole time you're just so absorbed in the film and all you can think about is "who the eff wrote this ish?"
let's just say... it makes fight club look like the glee club. sitting there with patty lauren and jon i cant honestly say ive ever been so fucking scared because of a movie in my own home ever.
think of it as a sneak preview:
John Doe: Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.
William Somerset: Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.
John Doe: It seems that envy is my sin.
John Doe: Become vengeance, David. Become wrath.
William Somerset: [Reading from one of John Doe's journals] On the subway today, a man came up to me to start a conversation. He made small talk, a lonely man talking about the weather and other things. I tried to be pleasant and accommodating, but my head hurt from his banality. I almost didn't notice it had happened, but I suddenly threw up all over him. He was not pleased, and I couldn't stop laughing.