"Look, no scoliosis"
'S kind of ironic, really. My sisters would walk around with books on their heads when they were little and say "look, Eema, no scoliosis!" ...and, yeah. I've been walking around with books on my head ever since I can remember, but until middle school or so, people either just didn't notice as much or I didn't do it in front of them. Whatever. Anyway, someone knocked it off before Spanish, but I think it was probably an accident, so I just ignored it. I kept a sharp eye out for Ian *all day,* but he just came out of nowhere the minute my back was turned. Just for a SECOND, I was distracted because I was saying hi to Mark and trying to see what time it was and debating whether or not to go home and then there's Ian standing by the door, holding my Zumdahl and looking smug. Man.
Then I go outside and this kid I've never seen before comes out of nowhere with a WHOOSH and snatches the book. I'm still looking around in confusion, and he's just capering and cavorting about like a crazed mountain goat on drugs, waving my chem book in the air, and yelling something unintelligible. So I go over and say "I beg your pardon?" and he goes "I got your book! You have to give me three wishes!" So I grin and go "Okay, what do you want?" He thinks about it for a minute before replying excitedly, "Chocolate ice cream!" "Sorry, I don't have any." He shoves the book back into my hands. "What kind of leprechaun are you?" And then he runs away.
That exchange just made my day. Random Acts of Insanity. Hit-And-Run Weirdness. Hooray. I am now a leprechaun, and the kind that finished off the chocolate ice cream last night.
I saw the new preview for Shrek II. I want that kitty. Awwww. And his boots. Also, Donkey as Stallion (baby!) is still so essentially Donkey in his expressions and everything. And Sleeping Beauty! *whomp*
I just saw The Triplets of Belleville. Those filmmakers are my HEROES. ODE THERE ARE NO WORDS. JUST... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
*The* weirdest movie I have ever seen. Hands down.
It was good, if completely lacking in any semblance of sense. At all. You just... gotta flow with it, and eventually you come to love the world and the characters and the ODE 50 WAYS TO KILL MAFIA MEN! ...like, baby carriages. Or hills. Whapwhapwhap! Squeak. Bonk, doof, Mouf-Mouf! "I'm not mad!"
"...Is that Mr. Mistoffelees?" "Well, you got the 'M' part right."
"So you can see up close, far away, and in the middle?"
Me trying to drink out of the soup-plate...
Oren as a rocker in his sandals...
"Grape Juice" that NONE of us could read...
"Anyways..."
"And then they flail their arms around because they can't get the words out..."
"They're ice-creams!"
"Anamaria could get him to untie his little ponytail."
"TACKLE!"
"Hanging out at the PPC"
"I don't care if they look weird, I mean, as long as they work." "You've been complaining about the little circles on the soles all week."
"So, his mother wants his clothes back." "NO!"
"...R, rushes, S, snakes..."
In the middle of chemistry class, Mike drags over the trash can, picks up Jillian, and stuffs her in it...
"What's your pony like?" "I have a pony?" "You just said you hadn't ridden your pony in almost a week." "I haven't WRITTEN MIKE WAHONEY in almost a week!"
"He wanted to have Fred Astaire have this long battle with his shoes and then eventually win. I think he missed the spirit of this."
"Never been dancing, doop de doo."
"What is that?" "It's dynamite." "That can't be dynamite-" *BOOOM*
"WOOF WOOF WOOF awoooooooooo WOOF"
"...And his wee little BOOTS!"
...This has been a weird day.
Goodbye.
Then I go outside and this kid I've never seen before comes out of nowhere with a WHOOSH and snatches the book. I'm still looking around in confusion, and he's just capering and cavorting about like a crazed mountain goat on drugs, waving my chem book in the air, and yelling something unintelligible. So I go over and say "I beg your pardon?" and he goes "I got your book! You have to give me three wishes!" So I grin and go "Okay, what do you want?" He thinks about it for a minute before replying excitedly, "Chocolate ice cream!" "Sorry, I don't have any." He shoves the book back into my hands. "What kind of leprechaun are you?" And then he runs away.
That exchange just made my day. Random Acts of Insanity. Hit-And-Run Weirdness. Hooray. I am now a leprechaun, and the kind that finished off the chocolate ice cream last night.
I saw the new preview for Shrek II. I want that kitty. Awwww. And his boots. Also, Donkey as Stallion (baby!) is still so essentially Donkey in his expressions and everything. And Sleeping Beauty! *whomp*
I just saw The Triplets of Belleville. Those filmmakers are my HEROES. ODE THERE ARE NO WORDS. JUST... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
*The* weirdest movie I have ever seen. Hands down.
It was good, if completely lacking in any semblance of sense. At all. You just... gotta flow with it, and eventually you come to love the world and the characters and the ODE 50 WAYS TO KILL MAFIA MEN! ...like, baby carriages. Or hills. Whapwhapwhap! Squeak. Bonk, doof, Mouf-Mouf! "I'm not mad!"
"...Is that Mr. Mistoffelees?" "Well, you got the 'M' part right."
"So you can see up close, far away, and in the middle?"
Me trying to drink out of the soup-plate...
Oren as a rocker in his sandals...
"Grape Juice" that NONE of us could read...
"Anyways..."
"And then they flail their arms around because they can't get the words out..."
"They're ice-creams!"
"Anamaria could get him to untie his little ponytail."
"TACKLE!"
"Hanging out at the PPC"
"I don't care if they look weird, I mean, as long as they work." "You've been complaining about the little circles on the soles all week."
"So, his mother wants his clothes back." "NO!"
"...R, rushes, S, snakes..."
In the middle of chemistry class, Mike drags over the trash can, picks up Jillian, and stuffs her in it...
"What's your pony like?" "I have a pony?" "You just said you hadn't ridden your pony in almost a week." "I haven't WRITTEN MIKE WAHONEY in almost a week!"
"He wanted to have Fred Astaire have this long battle with his shoes and then eventually win. I think he missed the spirit of this."
"Never been dancing, doop de doo."
"What is that?" "It's dynamite." "That can't be dynamite-" *BOOOM*
"WOOF WOOF WOOF awoooooooooo WOOF"
"...And his wee little BOOTS!"
...This has been a weird day.
Goodbye.