odd balls and busts

On Friday Jorden tried to do something different and brought the girls lunch instead of taking them out. The good thing was that we could spend more time with them, but on the down side we where forced to eat lunch with High Scholars in the cafeteria. So it looks like we wont be doing that again. It was much more fun pretending that we where stealing them anyway.

This past weekend was an odd one movie wise. I watched 5 movies I'd never seen before this included Starship Troopers 2, Immortal, Repo The Genetic Opera, Rosemary's Baby, and Donnie Darko. From least to greatest that is the order that I liked them, but they were all good in their own way.

Nothing scares/fascinates me more then Satanists movies, regular horror movies honestly do nothing for me, but nothing captures my imagination more then a couple of devil worshipers. "Hail Satan!" said the cute little old satanist joyously, sweetly thinking of her dark master. Throughout Rosemary's Baby I kept thinking of The Last Unicorn, lines like "I can feel this human body dying all around me!" and " I'm a unicorn! A UNICORN!" popped into my head and I would randomly yell them at the screen.

In related news

There's nothing new really. Back at school, where I triumphantly return to the role of friendless loser, a role I thought that I retired after my freshman year of high school. My mom has also returned to her starring role of nagging overworked mother. What a wonderful world we live in, that people can just pick up the life style they were so happy to have escaped from.
I sit there alone at lunch not even looking up expectantly anymore, because people (no matter how hard you wish they would) don't just come up and say "hey your that really cool happening girl, do you mind if I eat lunch with, I've been hankering to talk about that new Star Trek trailer for ages." and then share their beautifully packed lunch with you while in deep nerdy discussion. You can't blame them though, I would never do something like that, which is why I have no friends at my college. I sit there and eat a little of what ever was left from the night before while reading David Sedaris, or listening to either Smodcast or whatever Neil Gaiman audio book I've gotten the night before. Lame me LAME!
I'll stop crying now
Jorden and I have started the tradition of taking the twins out to lunch on Fridays. The last two times (this has only been going on for the last two weeks) afterward I've gone back to Jordens and had MANLY TIME, which turns out to be pretty fun.
My weekends are based around my friends, not my homework. It is only their call that I listen for, and I could care less about anything ells at this point.