Unfortunately, I got scratched quite a bit and pretty bruised up. Not to mention I gave everyone a sad nip show three times. An event I would like to not remember..but oh well. At least you know the story.
I kind of noticed that my family reminded me of (yes, I am going to say it) the werewolf family in Twilight. I mean, we're all tan, dark hair and pretty "built." I wanted to take a picture of all us standing so you could see, but if you know me well enough, you would probably have an idea on what my family looks like anyways.
We got home, celebrated my Uncle John's 32nd birthday and went to see Inception. It was really funny because my Uncle Chris was like, "This is a ghetto ass party" while we were taking a picture of all of us and the cake. The cake was already half empty... you just couldn't see it from the picture. It was pretty funny.
After we were done eating upstairs, my cousin wanted me to go downstairs and accompany him while he was playing this crazy video game. I was reading the box and it said it can cause seizures. It had a lot of warnings to players: Take breaks every hour, do not play while you are tired, do not smoke, put cigarette butts in ash trays, etc. At least the company is taking an initiative to protect the players - in a way. Because of the trippy game and the fact that the couch was really comfortable, I dozed off for a bit. (Around 9pmish)
My cousin and I were called upstairs and were told we were going to see Inception at 11pm. I decided to get some coffee, but it turns out it was all gone. So, my Uncle John gave me a Five-Hour energy. Whew! That helped. In addition, my Uncle Sherwin gave me Vitamin Water - the Focus one that was delicious. (As I type, I can see it on my desk.)
Although the theater was packed, we were able to snag some good seats. I was in awe by the movie. I could really understand why so many people liked it. I really liked it.
It really made you think and I kind of want to see that movie again. It really made me think about my own dreams. They are so elusive and just plain ol' weird. I'd see people in my life in my dreams - being represented in the oddest of ways. I saw one girl, whom I never really spoke to, only occasionally (I had my 2008 Thanksgiving Dinner at her house), and I tried saying hi to her in my dream, but she just looked at me with these red eyes. What the hell? I don't know what this meant. I also remember where I had dreams where I said, "I have to wake up." I was only eight years old or so when that dream happened, but I could still remember it. I really want to do some sort of research with dreams - maybe with as a Fellowship. THAT would be so cool!
My aunt said she fell asleep during the movie and only woken up during the "important" parts. And she said that she predicted everything..............okay.....
The next day, we went to a really busy restaurant called "Eggspectations." It was really good, despite the long wait and the hostesses lying to me. They told me to go up there and ask how long it would take. The girls said, "Oh they are just cleaning the table right now."
Fastforward twenty or so minutes.
Me and my akwardness: "Uhhh hi, um how much more longer? Sorry."
One hostess: They are still eating.
Me: Okay. Thanks.
I told my family what the hostesses told me. They were annoyed since the girls said people were cleaning the table. I got mad. I hate it when people lie like that. So, my awkward self wanted to teach them a lesson.
Me: Hi, you told me that they were first cleaning, but now you told me that they were still eating...
Some hostess: They are still at the table. OH they just got out.
The hostesses looked annoyed. But hey, it's their job to give me quality service and NOT lie to me. Right? I wasn't mean about it. I didn't say it with rudeness. I still kept to my awkward self. As our table was ready, my cousin whispers, "Oh it's because they're blonde." lol Don't battle with us brunettes. We will hunt you down. =)
But anyways, I saw this on a friend's tumblr and I decided to do the same. Something to entertain myself during the last days of my summer. (I can't wait until I graduate college!! Yup, I said it.)
Day 01 — Your favorite song
I'm that kind of person that listens to "everything." There are some music genres I don't really listen to, like country or screamo... or whatever it's called. But for the most part, I love it all. I have a lot of songs that I love, but it's hard to say which is my "favorite" song. It's kind of like my friends. They are all special in their own way and so amazing, that it's just hard to say, "Oh you're my BEST friend. My favorite friend." It just sounds too weird for me. I can't fathom on how much that would hurt a person if I put someone else above the other.
ANYWAYS
Because I can't really choose a favorite song, I'll choose two that are the top played on my iTunes.
- Chicago - Does anybody really know what time it is? - Played 341 times
- Paramore - I caught myself - Played 188 times
I love DARKWTII (lol) because I love the trumpet part in the beginning. That's my favorite part of the song and someday, when I tackle the trumpet, I want to be able to play that part. Because I heard this song SO MANY times, whenever I hear a rendition of the trumpet part, I hold my breath. (And usually, when the part is over, I cringe.) I know the part so well, I know the exact rhythm and the notes as if I can recite them in my sleep. So if you DO decide to play it and I'm there, you better be good! And so far, I only heard two people play it and I'm not so impressed. (Which says a lot because I normally like stuff.) haha
Paramore's I caught myself is on the Twilight soundtrack. Yeah, I don't care what you haters think. But I could really relate to the song. It sort of tells the experience in "Edward's" point of view on falling in love with Bella. Falling in love can make someone crazy, according to Homer Simpson. And it's true.
You got it, you got it
Some kind of magic
Hypnotic, hypnotic
You're leaving me breathless
I hate this, I hate this
You're not the one I believe in
With god as my witness
Falling in love was awesome, but sometimes I regret it. But I can't change it anymore. I've fallen in love and I can't go back to where I was nearly three years ago. It's fine though. Things are going well and I don't want to change anything. (Except.. maybe having a house with him and being married already!)
