I'm the king of multislacking. I spend hours a day surfing the 'net, watching random TV shows, and eating week-old pizza.
Greetings. Sorry for another virtual absence fueled by a general lack of life motivation. I've really screwed the pooch for next week. Thursday, the first draft of my 30-page screenplay is due. Next Tuesday, I have to turn in my reporting project on the Project HUGS initiative and also have a written Yoga midterm (harder than it sounds). Next Wednesday, 8-10 page analysis of the narrative structure of "Eternal Sunshine." Even though I chose this movie out of our list of options, I'm not even sure where to start with it.
Omg, have you seen "Robocop"? We watched it in screening this week, and it is one of the most ridiculous things I've ever seen. But it was also kind of amazing. One of the bad guys drives into a crate of toxic waste and comes out with melted limbs, whispering "help me, help me." Then his accomplice hits him with a truck, splattering him all over the screen.
The main villain—yes, that
is the father from "That '70s Show."
Moving on, I went to a bar with an '80s cover band last night. Apparently, I dared my roommate to flash the band on stage while we were front row, and she—who was farther along than me—pulls them out one by one. Shocked that she was actually doing it, I tried to hide her breasts but ended up with a handful of raw boobage. The guitarist watching all of this behind his dark aviators, bandana and mullet wig just smiled. It will probably be the crowning moment of his music career.
In other insignificant news, I'm getting my herr did Wednesday. Bangs, baby, bangs, so I can look just like Katie Fine. It will be the highlight of my week, I'm sure. My life is wild.
Until then, keep up the multislacking.
-J.
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