holy hand grenade
So my interview with the gal from PAAI went pretty well. She looked a lot like Jennifer Aniston but with white-girl dreadlocks. She had a lot to say which was good for me since I didn't have to think of too many questions. Things got a little awkward on my end, however, when I asked her if some of the Garfield residents viewed their work as gentrification. She wholeheartedly insisted that it isn't, and I believe her but she kept referring to the Garfield residents as drug dealers and prostitutes. Now, I know what you're thinking, “Kelly, many drug dealers and prostitutes live in Garfield.” True. But not every single person that lives there is. I think what set off my alarm the most was when I recounted an experience of walking to the Quiet Storm and being teased by a few kids. She suggested that I should tell them to quit trying to sell me drugs. ??? I insisted that they were just being teenagers and she responded with a doubtful, “Maybe.” Whatever.
Craziest dream that I've ever had in my life: the other night I dreamt that I found a small alligator in my house, decided that I needed to kill him, so I put him in the oven and cooked him. It took longer than it should have and I began crying because I was so cruel and too stupid to remember to just call animal services or whatever. When I woke up, I was thoroughly disgusted. Must be some sort of post traumatic guilt for Dog the Lizard not surviving.
Anyway, what else? I think my weekend is going to suck. I've been presented with several options but I don't know how viable any of them are.
I gathered up some Christmas money the other day so I think I'm in the market for some Six Feet Under DVDs. amazon.com, I'm looking at you with your fine ass and your discount.
http://www.filmwise.com/invisibles/index.shtml
those are so fun.
