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Dear stanfordwank:
It is 5:12am on a Saturday morning, and normal people are either asleep or haven't went to bed yet. I, on the other hand, have just gotten out of the shower and am getting ready to drive 5 hours to St. Louis for the St. Louis International Film Festival, where How I Got Lost will be playing.
I did not actually mean for this to be a blogging experience, but maybe it will be. Because at this point, what don't I do that isn't?
So far, her's the scoop: Roommate and I decide to go to St. Louis. Roommate drives me batshit insane over princessy demands about accommodations in St. Louis, but in the end, I relent, because Roommate is also BFF and I don't want her to be uncomfortable. So as soon as I does, so does she, a little. (Because <3)
But Roommate still doesn't have a car. That means Roommate and I will be rocking the Murdermobile across four states in all its ghetto ass glory.
Let me tell you a little story about the Murdermobile. The Murdermobile is a 1992 Ford Taurus with a cobweb (spider-probably, because there is nothing uninhabited or dormant about that sonofabitch) of cracks starting at the top of the passenger side windshield and extending pretty much all the way over to the driver's side. There is no A/c. The doors don't lock. The trunk doesn't open (except with a Philip's head screwdriver), and the lining along the roof of the car is torn up because it was used as evidence in a murder trial.
Thus why my car is called the Murdermobile: someone died in it. And by died, I mean, was murdered. Well, I think he actually died in the hospital, but the dead was done in the car. It used to belong to my (ex)aunt, who loaned it to a friend, then my uncle fetched it out of police lock up and one sketchily-obtained CD player later, it's mine!
So, think about me, you guys. And if any of you live between Lexington, KY and St Louis, MO, send me your numbers. I may need a tow later in the day. o.0
I will keep you updated on all of the HIGL goodness throughout the day, though I am thinking probably my update will be: "Ugh, this gas station is lame, there's no Sprite Zero." Followed by, "Good movie is good! Yay!"
So, we'll see.
More later, possibly.
A
It is 5:12am on a Saturday morning, and normal people are either asleep or haven't went to bed yet. I, on the other hand, have just gotten out of the shower and am getting ready to drive 5 hours to St. Louis for the St. Louis International Film Festival, where How I Got Lost will be playing.
I did not actually mean for this to be a blogging experience, but maybe it will be. Because at this point, what don't I do that isn't?
So far, her's the scoop: Roommate and I decide to go to St. Louis. Roommate drives me batshit insane over princessy demands about accommodations in St. Louis, but in the end, I relent, because Roommate is also BFF and I don't want her to be uncomfortable. So as soon as I does, so does she, a little. (Because <3)
But Roommate still doesn't have a car. That means Roommate and I will be rocking the Murdermobile across four states in all its ghetto ass glory.
Let me tell you a little story about the Murdermobile. The Murdermobile is a 1992 Ford Taurus with a cobweb (spider-probably, because there is nothing uninhabited or dormant about that sonofabitch) of cracks starting at the top of the passenger side windshield and extending pretty much all the way over to the driver's side. There is no A/c. The doors don't lock. The trunk doesn't open (except with a Philip's head screwdriver), and the lining along the roof of the car is torn up because it was used as evidence in a murder trial.
Thus why my car is called the Murdermobile: someone died in it. And by died, I mean, was murdered. Well, I think he actually died in the hospital, but the dead was done in the car. It used to belong to my (ex)aunt, who loaned it to a friend, then my uncle fetched it out of police lock up and one sketchily-obtained CD player later, it's mine!
So, think about me, you guys. And if any of you live between Lexington, KY and St Louis, MO, send me your numbers. I may need a tow later in the day. o.0
I will keep you updated on all of the HIGL goodness throughout the day, though I am thinking probably my update will be: "Ugh, this gas station is lame, there's no Sprite Zero." Followed by, "Good movie is good! Yay!"
So, we'll see.
More later, possibly.
A