the independent film festival

the first weekend of april, was the independent film festival. excited that i would finally be able to attend some interesting films, i persuaded daylily to buy some tickets with me. we decided to see a documentary called "in a dream" and a feature film called "reversion." we anticipated the day with excitement, until the actual day arrived.

daylily ended up not feeling well at all and that translated into her in a bad mood making me in a bad mood. the day was not going well. rules about the film festival were that ticketholders needed to arrive fifteen minutes prior to the showing time in order to retain their seats.

daylily had booked a wedding cake testing forty minutes before the showing time of our first film. frantically tapping my feet and throwing nervous looks in her direction did nothing to speed up the process. finally thirty minutes later we ran out of the place, my stomach rolling over itself and daylily placidly pulling out and driving on our way.

parking came relatively quickly. she spotted a space, swerved into it (neglecting to see if she was cutting someone off) and we ran hell-bent to the theater. long lines greeted us, and a helper directed us to the alleyway to our specific theater. easily in, we ended up in a puny theater that was nearly full. luckily we found a pair of seats and staked our claim.

to my left was an elderly man who made mysterious noises during the entire time and to my right was daylily. the movie was not really worth it. many people got up and left mid-way through, and daylily used the time to make up for loss of sleep.

the movie ended at about noon, and we decided to eat some lunch. the next movie didn't start until three twenty. mid-way through our soup of the day, it occurred to us that we had parked in a two hour zone. and it was past two hours. cornered by the need to finish our lunch, we had to wait to move the car.

biting our nails as we finally left the restaurant and ran to the car, we frantically searched for some sort of ticket tucked anywhere. again, we were lucky. by this time, we were getting nervy with each other and decided to go to the park, lay down a blanket, and sleep. we did so for an hour. by then, we were at loss for how to spend the rest of the afternoon. we were slowly getting tired of each others company.

we then preceded to go to starbucks for an hour, where we witnessed a person getting pulled over and given a ticket, and then we moved the car again to a four hour space. where we sat for the rest of the time.

a good twenty minutes early, we decided to go to the theater and stand in line. it ended up that everyone else got there thirty minutes early. there were so few seats left, it was ridiculous (it was a big theater too). and again we lucked out in finding a pair of seats in a corner niche.

as the film began, i discovered the lady to my left had a breathing problem (loud popping noises as she breathed out). and fifteen minutes before it ended, the lady in front of us stood up and stayed that way (she had knee problems) hovering for what seemed like eternity.

i was relieved and happy to see this documentary because it turned out to be a very good watch. again daylily made up for lack of sleep. her loss, for she missed some good parts.

afterwards, we both decided that we weren't ever going to repeat this experience. and if it turned out we did want to see a film, we would only see one and we would make sure it was a good one.

the laundry note

yesterday, i needed to do laundry. i walked into the laundry room and spotted an open washer but an occupied dryer. yet again a lazy, irresponsible, and forgetful person left their clothes deserted.

i have developed many pet peeves this year while living in the dorms. two of which have to do with the laundry room. people who neglect to scrape off their lint, and those who neglect to collect their cleaned clothes. it has become the "done" thing to just carefully move the offending clothes to a clean counter or to the top of the washer/dryer in order to continue with one's own clean clothing routine. so after an hour of my clothes washing, and someone else's clothes still languishing in the dryer, i moved their clothes on top of the dryer and moved mine in.

an hour later (i set a timer so i don't commit this irritating act), i came in to collect my clothes punctually. i was assaulted with a note written on a large piece of paper. the note stated:

DO NOT TOUCH MY THINGS! IT IS NOT POLITE TO MOVE OTHER PEOPLES CLOTHES! THANKS A LOT!

i was utterly dumbfounded. and i had to use much effort to quash the impulse to write upon a post it note (THEN BE RESPONSIBLE AND MOVE YOUR CRAP ON TIME) and stick it on the obnoxious note. i really, really, really wanted to though. the audacity of people! astonishing!

the shit spasm

he who will remain unnamed recently had, what i have coined, a shit spasm. he usually never utters such crude curse words, but upon this occasion, we heard the rare words spewing brokenly from his spitting mouth.

here was the scenario. me and sister c were fighting over who was to wash dishes and who was to rinse (again), when mother k demanded that he intervene and make a decision. instead of deciding who was to do what, he, frustrated at this inconvenience to his golf watching tv, burst out in shit song.

you know i'm so tired of all this sh-sh-shit! all the time you guys start this frickin sh-sh-shit.

i try to hide a smirk at his stuttering barrage of insult.

get that sh-sh-shit eating grin off your face!

the moment he left the room we all burst out in laughter.