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today, i was supposed to watch pineapple express again, (james franco on snl tonight!) but with my brother and my cousin. my stupid cousin bailed out on us, nothing surprising, because he had an "emergency" fsa meeting and he was the reason why we were seeing it! so instead, we called up phil and watched burn after reading instead, which was boring at first, but it got interesting in time. it's absolutely ridiculous, but it's justifiably ridiculous, nothing over the top. my favourite part is when george clooney's character, harry gets all paranoid and runs away, suspecting that his date is working for a secret agency. i guess i'd recommend it, but i'll warn you that the beginning is rather slow. afterwards, we ate at dairy queen, where an annoying someone from highschool works. don't buy the brownie batter blizzard, unless too chocolate-ty is what you like.
from there, i had to head over to finch and middlefield to help out dennis with his shoot. he told me, take the 130, the middlefield bus and get off at arbor low gate. so i waited at town centre for the bus ... for over an hour! for a bus that has no saturday service! geez, if i only i could read things more thoroughly. but i wasn't the only one waiting for no bus. another guy was also headed around middlefield and finch, and he helped me find another route. thank god for him, or i'd've been lost or would've given up. we took the 129 to middlefield and walked along the road looking for 589, where i was supposed to be. his name's zohair (ah, i hope it's spelled like how it sounds, so forgive me if it's wrong), and he's iranian-pakistani (if i remember well), and in his first year at ryerson for engineering. just about everyone knows that i'm sort of recluse and quiet, because i rarely have much to say, you know, (and i apologize for that, but maybe it's thanks to my fear of public speaking), but oddly, we talked almost all while we searched for the place, for about, i don't know, twenty-thirty minutes or so, save for a few awkward moments, but really, when do those not exist. i love strangers. (but not shady strangers, of course.)
finally got to the warehouse, but geez, who knew the weather would actually be so nice today! i was sweating in my sweater, ew! i feel terrible for dennis since the majority of us were late, and by majority, i mean all of us. he only had enough time to film one of the two scenes today. i didn't do much, so for most of my time i was working on my latin. after everyone arrived, they quickly began shooting and during one of the takes, grace, a woman who's graciously (har-har) helping dennis with makeup and costumes pro bono (latin slip), came out of the warehouse, laughing, into the office where i was doing homework. she told me about dennis' mom, "emma just asked me, 'don't you think mark is kind of gay?' and i'm pretty sure that mark heard. you just don't say that when he's around!" (mark plays the mobster in the movie.) ah, you gots to love dennis' mom. "you just don't say that when he's around!" emma's the complete opposite of my mom. it's really nice to see parents involved in their kids' work and interests. grace is a character herself. i remember the last time i met her, she told us about how she had gotten into a relationship with a man involved with the italian mob down in buffalo, who had actually threatened her life. scary stuff ... stuff you can only imagine on tv (the sopranos) or in movies.
i hate people, but i love them. i'm not sure how it works. and i wish i could go to dennis' shoot tomorrow. i wanted to meet nafeez. 8)
sorry, i just felt like writing about my day today. i don't mind if you don't read this...but you'll never know that (i don't mind), unless you do (read this).