1. Got a bs ticket from a motorcycle cop patrollin' and tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty (man, do I have bad luck with policemen on bikes) 2. Thought my car was going to explode at a red light because it started shaking like a salt shaker when I (in retrospect, coincidentally) put my foot on the brake 3. Went to pick up some Starbucks before heading to Keep, and was relieved to find out through all the chatter in line that there was actually an earthquake (and that my car was fine/I wasn't going crazy) 4. Ate the tastiest club sandwich of my life 5. Shortly after, went on a KFC run and split an 8 piece meal with two other people 6. Got Pinkberry at around 6:30 7. Picked up Sonia from Echo Park and drove over to Hollywood to get some burgers at the Roosevelt Hotel 8. Got ridiculously lost trying to find my car in the parking structure, and almost thought it had been stolen
Look at what I found when I turned my head to check out the backseat:
Yes, that's Sir Charles the Hippo all buckled in and ready to go. (If you don't know who Sir Charles is, he's my official car mascot that I won in one of those claw machines at Norms. And for the record, yes, he does have nipples, and that's only because Cat put leftover grains of sushi rice on his chest).
Just the other day I heard "That's What You Get" on 98.7, and thought to myself that Paramore on the radio airwaves never gets old; it always induces that same jaw-dropping, "I can't believe it" thinking, reaction. On that note, congratulations to Josh, Zac, Jeremy, Hayley, (and Taylor) for becoming Platinum artists. G-g-g-get it shorty.
but I still fucking cannot get over how amazing the Breakfast Club is. In the past two weeks, I've watched it three times in its entirety, and the last thirty minutes at least another three. And those last thirty minutes always get me so bad -- so so bad. From that talk where each and every one of them cracks, to the infamous dance sequence (that makes me wish so badly I had dancing feet like Claire/Molly Ringwald's), to the last scene where everyone's leaving campus and getting into their cars...when Allison rips that patch off of Andrew's letterman's jacket...that long anticipated kiss between Bender and Claire when she gives him her diamond stud...that last freeze frame with Bender walking across the field and throwing his fist into the air. I'm no expert on film, but that movie, especiallythose last thirty minutes, always leaves me at a loss for words. I guess all I can really say is thank you to Mr. John Hughes.