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This cold snap can bite me. I can't feel my feet.
Alright, movies: it was a lean week so we couldn't go all out this weekend. I spent too much money on stuff like groceries, coffee at Kiva Han, fattening food at Fuel & Fuddle. So by the time Sunday rolled around the boyfriend and I were rubbing dollars together trying to make them multiply. I insisted on going to what the boyfriend referred to as my “fourth hipster outing of the week.” The Amnest International Film Festival at the Melwood Screening Room. They were showing this PBS documentary from a couple of months ago called “The Murder of Emmitt Till.” It was very good, although short. It was something of a double-feature, I suppose, since there was this after-school special on after the documentary. It was so awful, but entertaining in that after-school special sort of way. Best quote from after-school special, “I DON'T THINK SO ASSHOLE!” The bad guy was this rather flamboyant, newt-looking motherfucker. Yeah, it didn't make any sense, don't worry about it.
The boyfriend had borrowed “Freddy Got Fingered” from his boss's daughter. If the title doesn't ring a bell, it's the Tom Green debacle from last year. I can't even put into words how awful this movie was. I couldn't even sit through the whole thing so we turned it off. Up until that point, I was huddling under the blankets worried I was going to vomit. Normally, I like to think that I have an appreciation for bad movies which are cool to hate, but this was unexcusable. Tom Green should really be sued for the money this crap cost to produce. It could have gone to a charity, for christ's sake. And thank god Ms. Barrymore got out of that union before they produced any spawn.
Tonight, I'm going to ask my teacher for a *tiny* extension for my immersion piece. It's due next Monday and I wasn't able to go to the church this past weekend. If she doesn't let me have the extension I'm going to have to write the 3,000-word *final* piece in one day, and I just don't think I have it in me. I'm hoping she'll let me turn it in on Tuesday. That would be ideal.
My cousin Danny's 18th birthday was yesterday. His dad was the cousin of mine who just died. He and his mom seem to be holding up pretty well. His little brother is mentally retarded and I don't think he totally understands death. But Danny is an interesting kid. He seems depressed most of the time, outside of the fact that his father just died. He's incredibly overweight and apparently doesn't really have any friends. He wants to be a writer so my mom has been encouraging me to talk to him about that (like I'm a fucking literary svengali or something). I'm not sure what's going on with his life in terms of post-high school plans. I don't think he's getting into any college, except perhaps CCAC. Of course, I'm a big advocate of taking a year off after high school before committing to college. So I don't know. I gave him two books yesterday: Strunk & White's The Elements of Style and Psychotic Reactions and Carburetor Dung by Lester Bangs. My snobby Uncle Jimmy, predictably, scoffed at the Lester Bangs, but really, what does he know?
My, this is getting long.
Okay, other stuff this weekend. Went to the thingy-thing at Kiva Han this weekend with Frank and Cara. All in all, good times. MSKW1 played some interesting sounds, which meshed well with the DVDs that the fuckhead baristas were projecting onto the wall. Much of the night was spent jabbering in the front part of the coffeeshop, no doubt irritating the hell out of the staff. Like I said, they were fuckheads. I should know, I had a class with one of them last semester. I also had the added awkwardness of being in the same building with #1 Fuckhead, aka my ex-boyfriend. I was cool about it, I think. Pretending you don't know someone can be kind of draining. But anyway, I'm not going to go on about this because it's olllllddd news.
Dinner at Fuel & Fuddle was tasty, but I think I overestimated my WW bank. I was trying to restrain myself, but I was so hungry by the time we got there that I went a little wild. As a result, I didn't lose any weight this week. Oh, well. I'm not discouraged.
Alright, my son stinks. Got to go attend to some poop.
