So exciting news: I get to see Guy in about three weeks. This is mundo exciting. I miss her. She's going to come up for her birthday and Sammy and I can't wait. So I need to make damn sure my homework is done that week. My goodness, I can't wait. She'll be here for Odd/Even so pretty much the Best. Timing. Ever.

Vicci will not be coming up for Odd/Even now due to finincial reasons but I'm not really all that bummed. Lately I feel as though that friendship is kind of running it's course. Things like that just sort of happen and at some point it's more a steady run through of the motions. I'm okay with where we are but I don't feel so connected as we used to. It's a theme.

I did manage to find the most amazing hat ever. I was in the thrift store with mom yesterday and saw this hat. I put it on my head and automatically it was just mine. I took it off and examined it more thoroughly. It was purple, wide brimmed, felt, beading, silk flowers and felt leaves. It was just a bit bent with a few strays hairs of white dog hair clinging to it. It was just flexible enough on my head, secure without being too small. It was classy and shabby, bold yet simple, monochromatic but textured, unique and plain all the same. A perfect hat. It was mine. It was divine. Every once and a while you find something you know will be yours forever, that fit the instant you put it on and was meant to be there without ever a doubt. That was this hat. It is no occasional fancy. It is meant to be worn. By me.

I'd like to take a moment to note that The Gamer is an incredibly disgusting movie. Some parts of it are okay. Good job to the gore department because they did a good job. Some moments of the cinamatography were good. But the casting was a sociologist nightmare in THAT IT WAS ALL STEREOTYPED! Seriously...fat creepy slimey sweat guy playing the oh-so-fuckable woman avatar, young arogant, ignorant and rich kid to play Kable, blonde little girl that looks all so sweetly like her mom, crazy beastly primal and savage black guy as the bad guy, skinny but with a random six pack for the Evil Overlord dude, rugged and hyper masculine single caused but with one so sad weakness and motivation to be reunited with his family.
Holy crap. I thought it was going to be a GOOD movie!
Oh, there's lots of tits and blood. Good for the guys huh? Uh huh. Oh yeah. Story? Yeah...about that. Promising. But not. All the time they spent on the violence scenes should have been cut down and invested in the story so the ending doesn't make you go "WTF? And why is there a random jazz dance in this?" Ugh. Honestly. I had hope. It was smashed.
Thank you oh-so-typical-Hollywood. Gerard Butler is nice and some of the imagery is a bit cool in the beginning (or sickening because they switch camera angles every time you blink) but the rest is fail.
I needed to get that out. Lala and I saw the film yesterday and ended up ranting about it for a good fifteen-twenty minutes afterward. It's not just because we're chicks.

I had a good time with Lala even though she was rather fixated on her current boyfriend problem. We laughed a lot. At one point we paused in conversation because LaLa was reading my mind because I kept randomly half grinning. "I know what you're thinking!" "Shut up! It's been one of those weeks, okay!" Yeah...my mind kept straying after the very fine and good smelling men that kept walking by us as we ate. I mean jeeze, I've been kind of depraved at a still-mostly-women's school and well...yeah. Give me a break!
Anyhoo.
We rode a public transit bus that was pretty full so we had to do the ol' hold on and bus surf thing until a very nice gentleman gave up his seats for us.

Uh. Hm. That's all for now.
Off to read Tricks by Ellen Hopkins and more history.
Adios.
Peace.
~Lo