Today Yesterday was great, I rode my bike to school late but Ms. Elsa is the loveliest woman alive and didn't rebuke me for it.
After school I met up with Olive and Max, and we saw V for Vendetta. I'd been expecting more from it, but now I'm reminiscing, it's a really good movie. I had problems with how real some parts seemed and how much the spirit of a comic was transferred over. My disbelief wasn't suspended at some crucial points because it was so fantastical I guess. No spoilers here though... It's an unpredictable movie. Watch it! :)
Thennn, as we were walking to Borders to have a read-in, I actually saw Carolin's dad across the street.
C-dawg's dad: *WAVEWAVE* YO KIM
Me: SSSSUP BRUTHA'
C-dawg's dad: THERE ARE TRUCKS IN THE WAY
Me: *incoherent truck-muted screams*
C-dawg's dad: YA WELL CAROLIN'S LIKE, AT THE RESTARUANTÉ
Me: OKAY SWEETNESS 8D
Trucks and shit: VVVRROOOMSSS
Okay so Sizzling Tandoor is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOD... Yes, that many capital Os! It just was, okay.
Oh and the ninja book is actually really good.
Robert Hamburger's guide to having conversations with ninjas:
"Conversation
Now, after saying hello, you need to keep the conversation going. Don't just sit there and stare at him, no matter how awesome he is. Ninjas know how sweet they are, and they don't need people telling them every second. Try to bring up topics they enjoy, even if you're not into it that much, like spacecrafts, dead people, or fire. Act interested in what they're talking about- this will make them want to be with you and hang out next time you ask. Here are some questions you can use to get the conversation started:
-What's your favorite weapon?
-Do you use evil or good magic? Why?
-What's the dumbest thing you ever heard anybody say?
-Oh, man that would be so awesome to kill people for money. Dude, how many people have you killed? Were you scared?
-What type of music are you into?
-Are you having any trouble at home?"
Today, I relaxed, cleaned, painted and read. Good stuff.
I'm also reading a Clive Barker novel. He's good at summoning disturbing imagery (like I need more of THAT, thanks, fox news) and making you seriously afraid of balloons when you pass right by them and then they decend to your eye level because it's three in the morning and you're still reading and it lost helium and the string is touching the floor so it looks like it's standing up and alive or something.
And after reading multiple entries where people are obviously feeling pensive and contained, I feel apologetic for my tampering of that mood. Le woo.