No ripped Brazilians. The movie was slow and painstaking. The hard part about taking a foreign film class, is when it's boring, you can't shut your eyes because then you can't read the subtitles. What to do. What to do?
And then I ran into Jess Braiker at college. I saw her sometime during my first year at SLCC when when we were playing a show as "Normandy" at the Union at the U. (This during the RockU days, when music was fun but everything else was really going horribly wrong wrong wrong.) So that was pretty much two years ago. She is thin, and very, very chill. Like, she really is a hippie.
I pretended to be a hippie when we were best friends. And I mean, I did a pretty good job what with the recycling, the tie-dye, glasses...so on and so fourth. But she has really carried this thing full-term. She's legit. And I grew up to be a....German. A regular one. Becoming more and more conservative, probably. But she kept saying, 4 years ago this, and 4 years ago that. And it's really been 4 years? I am starting to feel old. Dang it. I still feel 16 almost everyday.
To be continued.
I just finished a little hot tub therapy with "expired" Naked Orange-Mango Juice from the Bucks and I am in repose. Til 5am.
Gute Nacht.
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