Bowels

Today was sunny.
I walked to school and printed off the first half of "A Hazard of New Fortunes" by William Dean Howells.
I watched this documentary called "Toxic Garbage Island" on VBS.TV.
It was really cool and reminded me that there is more to Vice than Dos and Donts.
I made a mish-mash of dinner; spinach, carrots, rice, tomatoes, green onions, and an egg all in one pot.
I listened to the new CBC3 podcast.

(I've been watching a lot of movies lately; I watched "The Silence of The Lambs" (1991), "Magnolia" (1999) and "Network" (1976). They are all great movies for completely different reasons. However they are connected in the fact that I first watched "Magnolia" and then read that Paul Thomas Anderson admired both Demme and Lumet and "The Silence of the Lambs" and "Network".)

I went to meet Randi and Joe to see Mix Master Mike.
The club sucked. At first we couldn't find it. It had 3.50 small lame beer and 7.00 cranberry vodka without vodka ( if you did that trick you did when you were a kid, where you hold your finger over a straw and lift it out of a drink and then move your finger and the straw's contents fall out...that was how much vodka was in Randi's drinks). The club was also full of the lamest people!
Guys trying so hard to 'score', moms who are so old and read Star and think that Paris Hilton is sexy and think that young normal guys think Paris Hilton is sexy and these women are just shamelessly gyrating and oh yeah, the room was lined with the skeezy beds... beds! , I dunno. It was like the confused hormones of a middle school dance, what I remember of my prom and the cocaine rampant at my high school and when you are the youngest person at work and there's this awkward Christmas party dance with all the 'adults'.
- That being said, Mix Master Mike was pretty good. I was actually in to dancing. There was still idiots with those stupid hats though, you know...those stuuuupid hats.