October 05, 2003 :: 2:54 a.m.
I would sell my first born to taste these cookies.
2:54 a.m. on Sunday morning and I have yet to accomplish anything for school. How completely not unusual. I have thumbnails due on Monday, a plaster sculpture due on Tuesday, and a midterm drawing due on Wednesday. I should start the next plaster sculpture (due next Tuesday) before class this Tuesday, and I should turn something in during Creative Writing this week. We're writing our own midterm for Anthro, but that's not due until the 15th. It's the studio stuff that has me worried, because that's also the stuff that I don't want to do. At all. Ever. I'm so over being an art major. Point me toward an accounting class, please.
Well, okay, maybe not accounting. I'm not quite that desperate. Yet.
Adam and I went to see Lost In Translation tonight at the Midtown Cinema. It was distressingly crowded. I mean, I think it's great that they're doing so well here in the 'burg, but there were way too many people in that theater tonight. I'm the first to admit that I have issues with personal space that many others do not, and yes, I do indeed realize that movie theater seats are there for people to sit in. Duh. But seriously, don't sit right next to me. If I don't know you, I don't want you that close to me, and frankly I'm not sure why you'd want me that close to you. Yes, it's crowded. Yes, your little group needs three seats. And while it may look like there are three free seats next to me, appearances can be deceiving - there are really only two. That third seat, the one directly to my right? It's not available. Sorry. It's a part of my personal space, and in turn a very integral part of your well being. Don't sit there. Just. Don't. Do it. Because if you sit there, I will hate you. And if I hate you, then you will be added to the top of my People to Hunt Down and Maim Once Insane list. Also, there will be icy death glares and copious negative thoughts sent your way. You have been warned.
The movie itself was decent. Interesting, definitely, but not as engrossing as I'd thought it would be. Well, okay, the call girl was funny as well. "Lip my stockings! Lip my stockings!" The real interest for me, though, was the cookies. Oh GOD, the cookies. The Midtown Cinema has a cafe - the 35mm Cafe - and dear lord, there is a case with cookies the size of my frickin' head. Or at the very least the size of a hefty toddler's head. Anyway, they're big. Huge. Enormous, even. There are all kinds - chocolate chip, oatmeal, peanut butter, snickerdoodle. This place has an enormous snickerdoodle the size of a toddler's head. Do you have any idea that willpower that was needed to avoid that thing?
Yeah, a fucking lot, that's how much. There are evil, evil people in this world. They are collectively known as Bakers. They will be the death of me, a fact that I'm sure brings much pleasure to their corrupted, chocolate-covered hearts.
Adam and I have plans to visit the cafe sometime in the near future and purchase a cookie. Perhaps two cookies - one for each of us. I shudder to think of the nutritional value, but god, just thinking about it makes me drool like a Saint Bernard. They're food porn, is what they are.
Urg, sleepy time. I have too much crap to do tomorrow. But let's look on the bright side - I might die. Seriously. I've had two near-tragic car experiences in the last two days. Some guy in an SUV was literally 3 inches from slamming into me when I rounded a corner in Adam's neighborhood the on Friday, and then today I underestimated the power of wet pavement and very nearly went through the guardrail on South Front Street. The guardrail that is directly above the Susquehanna River. So I'm thinking - bad things come in threes, right? Maybe I won't have work to do after all.
Anyway. 'Night.
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