Incite Full

The past few days have been good, but extremely busy. Between work and trying to have some fun, I’m spent. Friday, i went out and picked up a book from the bookstore, written by Arthur C. Clarke,  mostly because I’ve heard nothing but incredible things. More importantly than that, however, was the kid talking on his phone at the bookstore. He was talking about everything from tantric sex to him getting free food from work.

The last part was especially entertaining, because he was trying to convince a girl (I presume)  to move in with him, and that food wouldn’t be a problem because he could just bring it home from his work. I want nothing more than to be able to talk to this girl, and warn her against making the biggest mistake of her life, namely, moving in with the guy who’s future is in the service industry.

After the bookstore, I went and saw Funny Games, a pretty ridiculous film. It also marked the first film i saw alone- which was interesting for me. Being an indy movie, I got some premo  people watching time, and have drawn some conclusions about what I assume are film students. If you want to fit in with them, heed the following advice:

1. If you do not have a beard, your hair must be long, curly and unkempt.
2. At least one member of your group, preferably more, must wear a vintage blazer. Camel is standard.
3. Hipster glasses are even more necessary than the blazer.
4. If there is a girl in your group, she can be only one, and walks behind everyone else. She must also wear leggings.
5. Disagree with your friends about movies constantly. “Fuck” is a popular word.
6. Sneak in your own snacks, then complain about piracy 30 years later.
7. If you have a beard, you must have a round face. No Gandalfs here.

Saturday night, I hosted a little ol’ party. I’ve also learned a few things from this, but the most important is the fact that I always end up with more beer than when I started. Of course I usually have more stains on my carpet as well- but that’s inevitable, I suppose. I also learned that Brian has an undying love for Guacamole. It’s like he seeks it out, and marks then second straight party where I was unable to eat enough of my own food. This is not Brian’s fault mind you- I’m pleased my food is gone.

Sunday (Happy Easter!) was filled with work and cleaning. Probably an even split.

We’ll see how this and next week go- because I’m tired and losing my mind.