Film and other stuff
Jun. 6th, 2003 12:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
timepiececlockI missed the first half of my 4-hour film class today because I was finishing my essay on theme in Spirited Away. When I was walking down the stairs to the screening room, there were all my classmates are already moving up the stairs, with ready big smiles to say:
"Hey Saaaarraaaaaa... kinda late aren't you?"
"Wait, is this-- is class OVER?"
"Yep."
"We're out early?"
"Yeah, Sarraaa...you're late."
"Well just shout it out from the rooftops why don't you."
"Sure thing, SAAARRAAAA..."
"Aw, fuck! Later, I gotta go turn in my essay."
I was entering the classroom when I saw FilmBoy. He stopped to chat with me and say that I missed a really good short film. I was disappointed. One, because I hate missing the good ones, and two because I obviously missed some primo time to chat about it with FilmBoy. He did say "Hey, I replied to your email," though, which was cool I would have chatted but we had to go in different directions.
And whee, my estimation of him being "kinda cute" has just graduated to "quite cute."
*
I dreamed last night of someone stealing my car. God knows why anyone would want to. But I chased them down about four houses before the guy stopped, panicked, and jumped out. I chased him down on foot too, a few more houses. When I caught him and started scolding him he got all nervous, threw my stolen cell phone into a nearby bush, laughed, screamed, and ran off.
I picked up my cell phone (it's a very nice one, with color), and went back to my car, and wondered why he ran off with my cell phone but left my CD/MP3 player behind.
All in all, quite absurd.
*
One of my favorite Cowboy Bebop fanfics was just updated.
*
I have a test on Monday for a class I'm not doing well in. Oh joy.
I feel a great desire to bake. There's chocolate chips in the cupboard. But I made brownies two days ago. Why do I always resort to baking when I'm frustrated?
"Hey Saaaarraaaaaa... kinda late aren't you?"
"Wait, is this-- is class OVER?"
"Yep."
"We're out early?"
"Yeah, Sarraaa...you're late."
"Well just shout it out from the rooftops why don't you."
"Sure thing, SAAARRAAAA..."
"Aw, fuck! Later, I gotta go turn in my essay."
I was entering the classroom when I saw FilmBoy. He stopped to chat with me and say that I missed a really good short film. I was disappointed. One, because I hate missing the good ones, and two because I obviously missed some primo time to chat about it with FilmBoy. He did say "Hey, I replied to your email," though, which was cool I would have chatted but we had to go in different directions.
And whee, my estimation of him being "kinda cute" has just graduated to "quite cute."
*
I dreamed last night of someone stealing my car. God knows why anyone would want to. But I chased them down about four houses before the guy stopped, panicked, and jumped out. I chased him down on foot too, a few more houses. When I caught him and started scolding him he got all nervous, threw my stolen cell phone into a nearby bush, laughed, screamed, and ran off.
I picked up my cell phone (it's a very nice one, with color), and went back to my car, and wondered why he ran off with my cell phone but left my CD/MP3 player behind.
All in all, quite absurd.
*
One of my favorite Cowboy Bebop fanfics was just updated.
*
I have a test on Monday for a class I'm not doing well in. Oh joy.
I feel a great desire to bake. There's chocolate chips in the cupboard. But I made brownies two days ago. Why do I always resort to baking when I'm frustrated?
