-Veronica and Piz, "Debasement Tapes"
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So, I had finally decided to get something accomplished tonight, being as it's now been a week since I got back from school and I'm still living out of suitcases. My stuff is in boxes downstairs. I wanted to change this fact, in small steps, starting tonight. That's out the window. Instead I'm just going to do this and hang out until I get a call to pick up an inebriated C from the train station. This is what happens when you get a text that simply reads, "Drunk," from one of your friends while you're at work. At least I managed to gain use of Father's car for this venture. Otherwise, I'd be going to the train station on foot. I don't think asking Mother would have been the best plan.
I still love Paul Rudd. He's been in many of my favorite things: Clueless, Romeo + Juliet, "Veronica Mars", etc. He adds to each and every one. Speaking of, I really need to watch Clueless soon. It's one of my favorites, if not my absolute favorite. I still know all the words and never get sick of it.
An exchange worth reading:
Keith: "Hey, Jude," "Yesterday," "Get Back."
Desmond: Catchy tunes, yes. Rock 'n' roll, no.
Keith: What kind of musician doesn't recognize the Beatles as the greatest rock band of all time?
Desmond: I don't recognize them as a rock band at all. They were...tunesmiths. Hey, man, I didn't get all pissy when you denied my claim that Marshall Dillon was the greatest sheriff of all time.
Keith: Marshall Dillon was a marshal and, more importantly, is fictional.
Desmond: That's what the Beatles are to me — fictional.
Keith: "Revolution," "Hey, Jude" — these were real songs, man. "Norwegian Wood."
Desmond: I — sorry. I'm sorry. I used to know a rent boy from Oslo who called himself that.
Piz: Uh, Mr. Mars, I think Desmond is just winding you up. Most critics reference the Beatles influence in Desmond's material.
Desmond: Oh, you mean those Beatles. I'm sorry. I thought you meant the other ones with the two e's from the lower east side. No, they're totally fictional. John, Paul, George, and the drummer? Oh, those guys are awesome.
Keith: Veronica, could you have Sacks bring me the leg irons?
Veronica: Come on, Dad. Let it be.
I also need to watch She's the Man. It's due back to the library on Friday, and I'm trying to avoid overdues and fines. I developed a greater desire to watch it after I found out that it was based on "Twelfth Night". I'm nothing if not a sucker for teen movies based off of Shakespeare Plays. And the comedies tend to work out even better than the tragedies when it comes to the teen genre, so I'm quite curious about this one.
I was in a fairly bad mood last night. Negative vibes all around. And it was made all the worse because everyone but me was asleep or in another place or just generally not listening. I ended up calling Kt and talking with for about two hours, which ultimately worked to make me feel a bit better. Shout outs to her for that one. We needed it for all the updates and observations we had on life anyway. Turns out her Twitter speaks the truth:
@misskatiehrdy says,
this just in- the length of time i can go without seeing my roommate before a 2 hour phone call is necessary: 1 week.
All true facts. And this phone call of course took place in strange places. I was in the basement for awhile, sitting on top of the washing machine; outside in my backyard, sitting at the table; then back to the basement to sit on top of the washing machine again. It's a shame that those are the only places that it is possible to not bother someone when on the phone in the middle of the night. Sigh. As is life.
Just some closing sentiments:
"And I hope we're still friends after I taser you."
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