in the back burner

saturday afternoon. I was feeling pretty ok with myself, because I got up early(ish), washed most of my dirty laundry and the dishes, worked a lot, had a healthy saturday lunch with marianne, then we went shopping for groceries. fantastic, isn't it? that was until we drove by the WTC and the anglo, and I remembered that my stupid exam had been rescheduled for today... at ten o'the morning. and I completely forgot.

ahwell, that satisfied feeling just couldn't last for long. I was bound to fuck up at some point, right? well, at least I got everything I needed from the supermarket.

we're going to the movies tonight to watch derailed, if only because it has two super hotties in it (clive owen and vincent cassel) and it's the only movie we both agree we want to see and that is showing tonight. also tonight at 8, the ficco shows 1973 at the world trade center; a documentary by director antonino isordia, born in that very year, and through three characters in this movie he gives us his insights of the dangers of his generation so go see it.

that's the end of the commercial for bad kitty productions.

before the movies we're swinging by my new dealer's place, because I'm outta me lucky charms. I'm sure this time it'll last more, since I'm not going to be getting everyone high for a change. I'm also starting my seeds soon, probably tonight, so I'll probably be full of plantlets by this time next week.

being a stable, mature person is so terribly boring, you know. read above for elaboration. I really have nothing else to offer, except that I wish something interesting --whatever-- would happen.

top 3 of
1. where is my mind -- the pixies
2. all these things that I've done -- the killers
3. only the good die young -- billy joel