I’m still very exhausted from my trip. In fact, so exhausted that I had to blast Queens of the Stone Age in order to get anything done. I got my clothes in the washing machine, dragged out the sewing machine and hemmed my favorite suit, and emptied my suitcase. Now my back hurts and I’m exhausted. The good news is it’s been 8 days since I filed my unpaid item thing on eBay and they are finally refunding my final value fee. It’s only like 20 bucks, but it really irked me that I absolutely had to pay it before they would refund it. I’m not too bummed though, as I just relisted my system. Next week like now I’ll be much richer. I’m really tired and my back is killing me from sitting for all those hours in the car. I think I’m going to take a nap.
Me and Thomas are supposed to hang out today, but I doubt that’s going to materialize. I’m going to keep my cell phone by my bed. If he calls me, then I’ll force him to watch Metropolis. If not, I will get a good night’s sleep.
I’ve been meaning to write about what happened in cinema yesterday, but the movie that we saw was just so damn terrible I don’t think I can even think about that film without wanting to strangle my teacher. He is such an American. It makes me sick. One of those “I don’t like subtitles” people. For one, the movie that we watched wasn’t even old. It was made in 2004. So much for cinema history. Anyway, the cool part about the class was that me and Sara just kept cracking jokes the whole night long. It seemed like a mildly retarded 12-year-old had written the plot. But anyway, we cracked each other up ridiculing the infantile dialogue, cheesy plot, undeveloped characters, and pointless chase sequences. Towards the end of the “class,” she suggested that I come over and we could watch actual good movies, so I’m going over there on Saturday and we’re watching Metropolis!
I can’t wait!
In more melancholy news, I haven’t synced up my iPod with my music library since I’ve been back. Now and through my whole trip, it was linked to her music library and has all her songs on it. I just can’t seem to erase it and put my music on it again. I guess I feel like once I do that, the trip will really be over and I will have to go through months of coolness deprivation.
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Anyway, I’d better stop writing or I will have absolutely no time to nap before Thomas calls (if he does). I hope that weeklong vacation from masturbation will make me more susceptible to his nouveau riche “charm.” Speak of the devil, he just signed on.