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today was ok. as usual I passed out after I came home from school for like 5 hrs. though got little sleep because the phone rang the whole time during the duration of my nap. I hung out with hubbs, larry, and steve. We we're at larry's pad and steve ended up peircing his nipple and ass cheek with pins which was quite entertaining. When I got home my mom told me this insaine stoy about my brother. My brother who lives in LA was at a movie store. He was picking up the special edition pulpfiction movie(probuble my all time favorite movie) when the guy to the right of him was said, "hey I'm just trying to shop please don't do that". when my brother relized who the person was it was none other then Quentin Tarintino. If none of you know this he was the director for pulp fiction, was in Till dusk till dawn, and directed both kill bills. My brother basically left him alone. That's gotta suck to be famous, to have to live a lifestyle where you can't really go abywhere without assholes bothering you. Still, my brother is one lucky bitch. He got to see my favorite director dammit