Can I make it plain

Today was busy. By my standards.

I never got back to sleep after Happy woke me up last night. Not until around 10:00am, anyway, and then I had to get up and drive to UBC with red lines on my face from where it was pushed into the pillow. After class I went to the SUB with Kim Bosch, a person from school that I ACTUALLY LIKE QUITE A BIT. We looked at Marian's piece, which was impressive. I was all "Yeah, this is my talented art friend. Whatever. I taught her how to draw penises like that".

Then we ate cookies and talked. SHE'S A PERSON FROM SCHOOL. THAT I LIKE. And then I had to rush home, swearing at the traffic in Kerrisdale because I was late to meet Marian, who was going to drop some dvds off for me at around 4:30. But she had the tire explosion and couldn't make it, because her Volkswagen is like a sadistic Herbie and it wants to kill her.

Then Mike Unger phoned me out of the blue and we met for coffee at Bean. He wanted to see a movie because he's been too busy to see movies these days, what with being so productive. I can relate, ha-ha-ha. The only thing out that I hadn't seen, and that I don't plan to see with Marc, was Walk the Line. So that's what we saw. I wasn't expecting too much from it because the trailers seemed awkward and I've been sort of protective of Johnny Cash since my second year in college.

I used to drive back and forth to Capilano every day and it was 40 minutes each way, so I had a lot of time to listen to music. My dad had a couple of the American Recordings cds, and when I popped one of them in and heard "Tennessee Stud" I got all euphoric and swoony. It was such a scratched up cd, too. My dad had let it float around in his trunk for weeks, and it only got halfway through "The Beast in Me" before it would start to skip and I'd go insane.

So it's not surprising that the movie gave me the made-for-tv willies a lot of the time. Pheonix's voice made me unhappy until he dropped it real low, like on "Walk the Line". He could pull that off okay, but anything higher and I got depressed. On the other hand, I don't like watching people lip synch much either. So I guess I admired the singing gamble, when I'd thought I wouldn't.

But what was with the ending? Very anti-climatic and silly, and I don't brake for freeze frames.

Munich looks interesting.