Friday, January 29, 2010
Before i state what i did this morning,
i wanna thank Eddie!
Basically, i watched the exorcism of emily rose just now
and trust me, watching it alone, in the room, was not the smartest thing to do
It was just plain creepy and it got me really freaked out
It even triggered my phobia of darkness really badly!
and it had to be the day when my sister was away at camp,
and i had to sleep alone, in my room! omigosh
[yes, i am afraid of the dark, but its better now, unless triggered]
so THANK YOU EDDIE! <3
i dont think i could have slept in somewhat peace if it wasnt for your call
Your so awesome as always! love you to bits <3
Okay so today, i met Jolene to have lunch and hang around
AND i met the greatest thing i have ever tasted! OMU RICE!
and its Nino's favourite dish! omg! :D
[i am not making a big deal out of this haha]
but really, it was really unique and cool and tasted pretty awesome
OH AND THIS IS THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY:
while walking around kinokuniya we saw a book called"NIGHTLIGHT"
it was the most hilarious thing i have ever seen!
Basically, its a parody of Twilight written by the Harvard Lampoon
It is seriously FUNNEH!
If you had read the book, i think its much easier to understand the spoof of it
so here is a little excerpt of it:
It was then that I saw him. He was sitting at a table all by himself, not even eating. He had an entire tray of baked potatoes in front of him and still, he did not touch a single one. How could a human have his pick of baked potatoes and resist them all? Even odder, he hadn’t noticed me, Belle Goose, future Academy Award winner.
A computer sat before him on the table. He stared intently at the screen, narrowing his eyes into slits and concentrating those slits on the screen as if the only thing that mattered to him was physically dominating that screen. He was muscular, like a man who could pin you up against the wall as easily as a poster, yet lean, like a man who would rather cradle you in his arms. He had reddish, blonde-brown hair that was groomed heterosexually. He looked older than the other boys in the room—maybe not as old as God or my father, but certainly a viable replacement. Imagine if you took every woman’s idea of a hot guy and averaged it out into one man. This was that man.
“What is that?” I asked, knowing that whatever it was it wasn’t avian.
“That’s Edwart Mullen,” Lucy said.
Edwart. I had never met a boy named Edwart before. Actually, I had never met any human named Edwart before. It was a funny sounding name. Much funnier than Edward.
As we sat there, gazing at him for what seemed like hours but couldn’t have been more than the entire lunch period, his eyes suddenly flicked toward me, slithering over my face and boring into my heart like fangs. Then in a flash they went back to glowering at that screen.
“He moved here two years ago from Alaska,” she said.
So not only was he pale like me, but he was also an outsider from a state that begins with an “A.” I felt a surge of empathy. I had never felt a connection like this before.
“That boy’s not worth your time,” she said wrongly. “Edwart doesn’t date.”
I smirked inwardly and snorted outwardly. So, I would be his first girlfriend.
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