Worm Holes and Chocolate Rasberry Cake
"Hey Lily!" called my mother holding a letter in her hand. "You got into Wesleyan!"
What is she doing reading my mail I wondered suspiciously.
and then I realized that I'd gotten into Wesleyan.
In celebration my sister, Kate, and I traveled to a fancy Italian restaurant where we were served chocolate rasberry cake, and fruit tart by Freddie the Bartender. He manuevered over to us in the soft romantic lighting and asked if we went to pierce or UCLA.
"No, in fact I just got into college," I would say.
"Oh then you go to UCLA." He insisted.
Our next encounter consisted of him wondering what my future plans were.
"Will you be a banker? An accountant? A lawyer?" he asked (rather uninterestedly).
"No I'd like to be a filmmaker actually. Or unfortunately rather." I replied
He looked up, "Are you sure film will even be around then?!"
I told him that if it wasn't I would surely dabble in holograms and time machines. It was at this point that an eery look crossed his face. He leaned in out of the shadows, inches from my face. He paused, and I made absurd facial expressions as I could not deal with the suspense.
"IF THEY HAVE NOT DISCOVERED WORM HOLES BY 2008, THEY WILL CREATE THEM!" He said this stealthily and dramatically. "THEY WILL ALSO BE ABLE TO TRANSMIT BRAIN WAVES ONTO FILM!"
"What a brilliant concept!" I declared. Then spent the rest of the evening completely lost as to whether or not he was serious.
What is she doing reading my mail I wondered suspiciously.
and then I realized that I'd gotten into Wesleyan.
In celebration my sister, Kate, and I traveled to a fancy Italian restaurant where we were served chocolate rasberry cake, and fruit tart by Freddie the Bartender. He manuevered over to us in the soft romantic lighting and asked if we went to pierce or UCLA.
"No, in fact I just got into college," I would say.
"Oh then you go to UCLA." He insisted.
Our next encounter consisted of him wondering what my future plans were.
"Will you be a banker? An accountant? A lawyer?" he asked (rather uninterestedly).
"No I'd like to be a filmmaker actually. Or unfortunately rather." I replied
He looked up, "Are you sure film will even be around then?!"
I told him that if it wasn't I would surely dabble in holograms and time machines. It was at this point that an eery look crossed his face. He leaned in out of the shadows, inches from my face. He paused, and I made absurd facial expressions as I could not deal with the suspense.
"IF THEY HAVE NOT DISCOVERED WORM HOLES BY 2008, THEY WILL CREATE THEM!" He said this stealthily and dramatically. "THEY WILL ALSO BE ABLE TO TRANSMIT BRAIN WAVES ONTO FILM!"
"What a brilliant concept!" I declared. Then spent the rest of the evening completely lost as to whether or not he was serious.