Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Ernest, Pirates of the Caribbean, Johnny Depp, Arizona Dream, library, movie, Vincent Gallo, Emir Kusturica, film, bugs, Lilli Taylor, grumpy, bad day, common sense, Iron Man, comic books, Persepolis, Robert Downey Jr., road trips, favorite movie, Faye Dunaway, Jerry Lewis
July 29, 2009
Dear reader,
It started yesterday night, and I had a sneaking suspicion it would follow me to today. I was right. Last night I struggled with last-minute cramming for my psychology exam today, and as the night wore on I grew increasingly frustrated.
Sometimes the more tired you are the more restless you are. I was jittery, my eyelids were twitching, and I couldn’t stop shaking my leg. Not that I couldn’t, but if I had stopped I would have been even grumpier.
Even when I get emotional there’s a part of me that stands back and talks sense. It’s weird, but it’s there, like a mini-psychologist or some other scientific/analytical presence. I’m sure you there’s a definition for that but I don’t really want one. Occasionally ignorance is bliss.
After our exam we were let out an hour early. I had to wait for my ride, who didn’t get out of class until 10. My phone was low on batteries (it’s been acting up lately) and all my friends had gone home. Here I am, sitting alone at a community college. Joy to the world.
Finally, at 10:14, he calls to tell me his car broke down. My mother is not picking up her phone. I sit until 11:44, when one of my mom’s coworkers comes to pick me up. All this with a ticking time bomb of a cell phone.
I didn’t want to write about this, because I didn’t want to label today as a bad day. There’s still half the day left. Things can get better. But I thought, bad days don’t happen too often anymore. This calls for some recognition.
Oh yeah, Miya was supposed to come over but she couldn’t. And while I was waiting for a ride I stabbed my palm with a pencil. It bled, and I clutched it, pretending to have paid the blood payment for the Curse of the Black Pearl. I know. Indulge me.
I watched “Iron Man” yesterday. I know I’m late. Eh, it didn’t really live up to the hype, but it was okay. Because I’d seen the Batman movie first, I kept drawing parallels. That aside, comic plots are often too similar.
Tonight I’m going to watch “Persepolis”. Apparently I’m the first person to borrow it from the library. Borrowing movies from the library is hip, okay? Especially if it’s the Cerritos Library, because you can stop by the Children’s Section and marvel at how awesome they made it. T-Rex anyone? Giant aquarium? Lighthouse? Rainforest? Hogwarts Ceilings? CHECK.
I like the Old World section though, if that’s what it’s called. They made it seem like the library of an English gentleman. Big armchairs and a lot of wood. If I’m not mistaken, even banker’s lamps. I’d have loved to have gone shopping for the Cerritos Library.
Enough fantasizing about the library. “Persepolis”. I’m excited to see it, except that today might not be the day for Persepolis. I feel like watching…”Iron Man”, frankly, but I’m not going to watch it again. Robert Downey Jr. has always reminded me of Johnny Depp. Sometimes when I don’t have my glasses on I do a double take.
Something’s been keen on sucking my leg blood. Taiwan has mosquitos. I didn’t stay in America to get bitten.
I was thinking about impromptu road trips. They are suddenly less intimidating. You’d just travel from hotel to hotel. One day.
Let’s talk about favorites. I was so excited when I realized I had a favorite movie. At the time it was PotC, of course. I wanted to go back and fill out all the surveys I had taken before I had had a favorite movie, as if to scream out, “I love something more than everything else!”
So. What’s your favorite movie and why? I’ll go:
My favorite movie is “Arizona Dream”, a 1993 movie directed by Serbian director Emir Kusturica that wasn’t released in the U.S. because it was too weird. How then, did I discover this gem? First, it stars Johnny Depp. Second, I was very dedicated to my obsessions. Third, Youtube was created.
Every synopsis you will find on the Internet is wrong. They interpret Paul (Vincent Gallo) as Axel’s (Johnny Depp) brother, or some other fallacy, when in fact who Paul is is not important at all. And it’s pretty clear they’re not brothers, just close friends. It would be better to watch it for yourself, and don’t be intimidated by the Alaskan opening sequence. Yes, you have the right movie – the camera will migrate to Arizona soon enough.
What I love about it is how complex it is, and with complexity comes multiple viewings. Not that you won’t understand it with one viewing, but layers and layers will be revealed each time you watch. Take, for example, the mariachis at the end of the film. Did you see them wandering the streets of the town in the beginning, before they were even introduced? I like how it uses fantasy elements without making it “part of their imagination”. I like the irrelevance that ultimately builds up to a heart-rendering ending. Why mariachis, for example? And yet they lend to the atmosphere.
Because life is not full of symbolism, there are things wandering about for no reason at all, which makes this film seem even more plausible. We’re so used to seeing dysfunction on screen in the typical “dysfunctional family”. This movie is dysfunction without “dysfunction”. It’s not “The Royal Tenenbaums” (which I want to see). This film cannot be explained, and what I love about it cannot be explained, but I think that’s part of its beauty. And all of this is without even mentioning the acting. Jerry Lewis, Faye Dunaway, Vincent Gallo, Johnny Depp, Lilli Taylor? All excellent here.
If you took nothing away from that, at least read this: There are flying machines. There are mariachis, gut balloons, flying fish, and Johnny Depp. Go see it on Youtube. Or on tape, if you’re in Europe. I look forward to seeing more of Kusturica’s work.
One of the best presents I could get would be this movie. Hint hint. Of course it’s not available in the US. And it’s only on VHS. No matter, I’ll accept even that.
Love,
Grapes
P.S. Apparently Ernest is a bad-boy name and naming your child that contributes to a higher chance of landing in jail. I don’t think we’ll have that problem with our little paper bag.
P.P.S. I sound mentally ill in the above statement. Remember, mini-psychologist. At least part of my head’s still clear.
Filed under: Happiness is a Warm Gun, Uncategorized | Tags: ampersand, Arizona Dream, birthday party, challenges, Cuba, digging, directing, film, Sean Connery, shveling, The Diving Bell and the Buttterfly
I apologize for the delay in posting this, but here it is! The happiest post of the week.
1. “The Diving Bell and the Butterfly”. You know when you see a great movie, when you realize that you’ve just found one of your new favorite movies? This movie is a real celebration of cinema, using colors, angles, and images to their full advantage. Just like “Arizona Dream”, I keep bringing these movies up when I’m thinking of ideas. Not to steal their plots, but I want to make something as awesome as that.Something that takes your breath away. It is possible for a movie to be visually beautiful. And that’s when you know the filmmaker has a real appreciation for the medium.
And apart from finding a great movie, just film in general. I arranged a speaker session with one of the screenwriters I met with for job-shadowing, and sitting there with other people makes it even more obvious who loves filmmaking and who loves the inside stories about celebrities. Whenever the conversation turns to movies I’m automatically enraptured. I love movies, if that wasn’t obvious already.
2. Birthday planning. The best part wasn’t making a paper chain. It was buying cool looking food at Trader Joe’s to try it out for my birthday. We got sparkling pink lemonade and kettle corn packaged in beautiful “vintage” packaging. Delicious and pretty. This party is moving away from a theme, but I hope it will just be fun and happy. 
3. Directing. This week and all of “preproduction” for my stopmotion has been hell. I’ve been worried and there have been times when I really felt it would fall through, but at the same time I enjoyed the challenges and finding solutions. Never has problem-solving been so welcomed in my mind, maybe because they usually come in the form of word problems.
4. Digging. Rather, shoveling. There’s something liberating about loosening dirt.
5. Sean Connery. I saw “Cuba” today. Needless to say, I wasn’t watching so much as listening to his awesome accent. Have a seat! You can do so!
6. &. The ampersand is fun to draw. And it’s pretty. Although mine tend to look more like treble clefs.
Whell. I’ll try to post again soon. Hang in there & have a great summer!
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: 1930's, acting, Alvin Karpis, Arizona Dream, audience, Baby Face Nelson, Billie Frechette, celebrity, celebrity babies, Charles Winstead, clark gable, film, insomnia, John Dillinger, John Red Hamilton, Johnny Depp, Lilli Taylor, Marion Cotillard, Michael Mann, Orlando Bloom, patriotism, psychology, Public Enemies, red car, routine, style, Tom Hanson, vision, woman who licks her teeth
I’m settling just fine into my old person routine. Wake up, go to community college for two hours, come back, feed the fish, eat lunch, do nothing, feed the fish, go to sleep. The important part is feeding the fish. I get so melancholy when I watch them eat.
Last night was as close to insomnia as I’ve gotten in a long time. After the thrill of watching “Public Enemies” – yes, it did finally happen – and hanging out with my old buddies, coming home to a dark and nearly empty house was a shocking downer. My mom had already gone to bed and she went straight back as soon as she had let me in.
I tossed and turned in bed, partially because of my neighbor’s patio lights, which stayed bright for an hour. Another reason was because I just realized how quiet the house was without half of my family here – and I started getting paranoid about them being on a plane. Thoughts like, what if I never see them again?
Sometimes before I sleep I envision situations in my head, and usually they’re happy events. Or scenes from the screenplay I’m working on. But last night nothing positive could come to mind. I was so frustrated. Then I realized I hadn’t fed the fish last night – now my responsibility with my dad halfway around the world – so I got up at 11 PM and fed them. It is the most depressing thing to be in the dark, watching fish eat.
“Public Enemies” was the third reason I couldn’t sleep. The movie wasn’t what I expected, only because it was so unstylized. It was messy and seemed unchoreographed. But I love it for that. It made me realize that even though we have gotten so much better with this since the 50’s, movies are still to some degree staged plays. Only when you see something like “Public Enemies”, which is mostly hand-held and documentary-style minus interviews, do you realize how much we’ve come to depend on having our movies styled to be consumed easily.
Sure, it’s not very enjoyable or comfortable to watch, and the first half is very slow, but I think “Public Enemies” has its merits in doing something different, and in showing that the 1930’s wasn’t much different than today. You know when you look at a black-and-white photo and you try to picture the colors, try to picture living in that environment? Michael Mann basically filled in the colors to the story of John Dillinger. His 1930’s seems like today, but with better-dressed men, a lot of hats, and old Fords.
What “Public Enemies” brings to light is the struggle between making something palatable versus going with your vision. I know that sentence makes it obvious which one to go with, but I’m actually not sure which I would follow. Filmmaking is at the same time catering to the audience while sharing something of your own. Sometimes people won’t accept, or can’t accept your vision. I know that my friends haven’t enjoyed the last few Johnny Depp movies I’ve dragged them too. Personally I always try to learn something from a movie, so I still enjoyed them somewhat. Besides, Johnny Depp’s been in several bad movies, or movies that most movie-goers disliked, but his own individual acting’s always been excellent.
If faced with such a dilemna, which I inevitably will face, I still don’t know what I’d do. When I write I do take the audience into consideration, and sometimes I’ll change things so that it’s easier to understand. I don’t know, maybe I just haven’t written anything that has to be a certain style.
I feel so domestic right now. I just washed all the dishes when a month ago I would have never stepped near the sink.
Goodness. I just read another one of those comments bashing Johnny Depp because he “lives in another country and expects America to pay him”. That’s a ridiculous reason to hate someone’s movies. Although…I suppose I am guilty. But Orlando Bloom does sometimes resemble a cow. That’s not the only reason though, and I don’t avoid his movies. I suppose the only person I dislike with a passion is the woman-who-licks-her-teeth. Miya as my witness I freak out whenever she licks her teeth. And really, those comments bring to mind the stereotype of an overly patriotic old white man. Don’t get me wrong – America is a pretty awesome country – but it’s not worth getting angry over when it comes to mundane things like movie stars and senior class pranks. I’d like those people to be a movie star for a day and see if the paparazzi don’t hound you out of the country as well. Not to mention the obsession with celebrity we have here. Speaking of, you can rent paparazzi for a day. They’ll even put your face on a tabloid magazine. Of course the magazine is fake.
Also, the money Johnny Depp brings in by drawing in fans like me goes to our economy. So there. Fatteh.
A few more things on “Public Enemies”. First of all Lilli Taylor is in it and I freaked out because she was in “Arizona Dream”. Second of all Johnny Depp looked kind of like Clark Gable and now I’m kind of confused because this would be a second link to my dentist. Also, I’m not a big fan of Clark Gable.
As for the other actors, Christian Bale was not bad but not memorable either. You couldn’t quite tell what Purvis was like. He seemed one-dimensional, which was disappointing because he was really interesting in the book. Marion Cotillard was pretty good too, but the relationship between Frechette and Dillinger seemed like one of a prisoner and her captive. I heard tears in the theater though, at the end. The only other characters that stood out to me were John “Red” Hamilton, Agent Charles Winstead, Alvin Karpis and Baby Face Nelson. Sounds like a long list, but there were a lot of supporting characters. Baby Face Nelson stood out the most because of his violence, and the way he had to be dragged away from shooting people.
The stop-motion meeting was lame but fun. Miya came an hour early and we buried stuff in my backyard. And rode down my driveway in a red car thing meant for toddlers. On the seat, it says “Don’t sit hereabouts”.
And we looked at celebrity babies online. And watched the woman who LICKS HER TEETH. What a fatteh. And then she goes and betrays Tom Hanson. Fattehhhh.
Psychology may not be that great after all. For one my teacher’s taking out the chapter on emotions and motivation. I like that stuff. It all sounds very scientific too, obviously, and I’d rather not do science in the summer. But I’ll stick with it. I’ll learn something anyway. But if not psychology, then what will I major in in college? Don’t say film. Oh well, I still have time to think.
This is one long post. I’ll leave you here.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: aesthetics, Alfred Hitchcock, America, director, Ernest Lehman, fever, film, filmmaking, mule barge, North by Northwest, passion, road trip, story, wanderlust
To be honest, I haven’t been in the mood to blog for a while now, and my fever isn’t helping.
But today I saw a few old photos I had collected and felt a little bit of a spark return. How fortunate.
I’d love to live in that trailer for a year, just driving through America. More than that might drive me to insanity. I don’t have much else to say about this picture, except that it’s given me back that adventurous feeling I had the last half of the school year. The restlessness. Wanderlust, you could say.
Another dream of mine would be to travel on a mule barge. You know, one of these things.
I remember reading books about people traveling by mule-pulled barge. I didn’t like it at first, but it’s grown on me over the years. I don’t think I’ll be able to actually travel on one, though.
Yesterday I watched “North by Northwest”, and I wasn’t so much impressed by the movie as I was by the sheer complexity of the story. I read an interview with Ernest Lehman, the screenwriter, and it seemed that the story was just contrived with Alfred Hitchcock’s desire to film something on Mount Rushmore. It’s brilliant considering that’s where it started from, and how they managed to create something so complex from that. Aside from that, I loved the aesthetics of the shots. The colors were very rich, in their own old movie sort of way.
I’m feeling much better now and I hope I get better soon. We’ve already postponed the meeting to next Sunday. It’s difficult working with people who don’t prioritize the film as much as you do. This movie is my entire summer. For everyone else it’s something they’re helping me out with. They don’t need this movie, and they’re not entirely passionate about the story either. I came to them asking for help, so when I schedule things I have to remember to respect their schedules. It’s hard though, like when things suddenly come up in their schedules and I can’t force them into working on the film instead.
I also think that if you’re going to be a director, you should make movies you are passionate about. Otherwise all the hectic chaos and stress isn’t worth it. Of course, I haven’t actually made anything aside from school projects, so maybe I’ll soon learn that sometimes you’ve got to make a living, and thus you sacrifice passion.
Alrighty, I’m gonna leave you here. Have a nice night. Don’t get sick – it sucks. Also, you reek of sweat. I should probably shower now.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: blog, celebration, fairies, fansites, film, hair, happy, Johnny Depp, math, optimism, polaroids, websites
The hazy feeling of old polaroids is back. I look outside my window and the flowers on that fat badly-shaped hedge in my backyard is much more pinker. It seems that even in my dazed inspiration, I can’t stay away from a good reference.
What am I trying to accomplish with this post? I guess I’m trying to recreate the feeling I get when I read the various design blogs I have favorited.
I began to wonder why film is never celebrated in that way on a blog. Budding designers revel online in their inspiration all the time – the only thing budding directors ever do is describe their grueling journey to get their films made. Aside from that, there are critic sites and imdb.com, but you know my feelings on the latter. Entertaining, but not nearly as accurate as a few Johnny Depp fansites that I know.
Which, I suppose, will be the primary purpose of this blog now. To celebrate cinema, among other things. Not to say I’ll be a film expert, just that hopefully I’ll be able to talk about movies in the way I wish everyone discussed movies.
And now I’ll just talk about the magical vision of summer I have, which I usually have before summer. That of free time and frolicking. Okay, before there wasn’t any frolicking. And I’d just like to add that I did not ingest any fairy apples or whatever before writing this post. Besides, I don’t believe in fa-CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP
Forget that.
Here’s something. I long to have my hair grow out until it is halfway down my back. Why? Because I want to be able to tie it up into ridiculous ponytails, and heck, just to have the feeling of hair over your shoulder. Short hair is cute, but that’s it. Cute or professional. Of course then I’d have to worry about whether or not to tie up my hair for job interviews and whatnot.
About to embark on the wonderful journey that is math. Honestly, math is just an annoying tollbooth in my day. I have to do math homework to move on to other things (ideally, although usually I sneak under the bridge and past it).
Oh joy. Hyperbolas. I’d much rather be talking about hyperbolies.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: angry asian man, ass, birthday, comment, directing, Ernest, failure, film, Gandhi, happy, inspiration, Meryl Streep, oprah, party, PMS, post, preproduction, script, sixth grade, spam, The Devil Wears Prada
I was going to be a butt and not post, but that’s when I received the awesome, heart-felt comment in my inbox. If it wasn’t heart-felt, then I am a real poop, but I won’t care. It’s more about how things affect you than how they were intended.
At this rate, I’ll become Gandhi and spend my whole life spewing quotable inspiration while sitting on a bamboo mat and not eating. Although starving myself would not help my goal to become Oprah.
It is pretty sad that I’ve had to approve spam comments in the past to keep myself happy, but that only makes the one real comment even more awesome. Much more awesome – sorry, I couldn’t control myself.
Thanks so much, MUSICizmyLIFE.
I have just been surrounded in a bubble of happiness. Expect the monthly broadcast of grouchy to return in a few weeks. That’s being a woman for you.
Miya – I dare you not to say anything about that last sentence.
Ernest’s birthday is coming up, and yes, I am really planning a party for my paper bag. We were thinking a pool party. Don’t laugh, it’s his lifelong dream.
Also, I believe we are now in preproduction of my angry asian man script. I’ve found that the best way to pitch this story is by saying that it’s about first impressions rather than an angry asian man. Sounds much more poetic. I’m so excited, and determined not to make this like my old sixth grade attempts at making movies. Of course, that was sixth grade, and I was more excited about acting like a film set than making the film. And yes, this statement could come back and kick me in the ass. It’s not a hard target.
That is all, as Meryl Streep said in “The Devil Wears Prada”. Huzzah.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: confidence, deep, determination, directing, empowerment, film, growing up, happiness, idealism, independent film, inspired, Johnny Depp, life, obsession, prolific, skin tone, story, Teddy Geiger, The Rum Diaries, Thinking Underage, writing, youth
One thing I’ve come to learn is that it’s not about finding the untold story, or the gimmick that sets your story apart from everyone elses. It’s about finding something you want to explore, a theme if you will. As much as we all hate English class, as someone who will one day produce the “crap” we read, I actually think about the themes I want to explore, the symbols and foreshadowing I want to scatter throughout the story. And it’s very thrilling to have symbolism in your story, it’s very stealthy.
Looking at pictures of the filming of “The Rum Diaries”, I just realized that Johnny Depp is once again in the process of losing his pallor and turning orange.
There’s no denying the whole Johnny Depp period of my life will pervade everything I do for the rest of my life. I’m not saying that I will never get rid of this obsession, but it did happen in the formative years of my life. I wonder why I’m stuck with this love of quirky independent movies when my dad has weaned me on blockbusters since birth?
Sorry for the deep posts, but at least they’re happy deep, right? I am at the peak of idealism.
I am most prolific on my cell phone. When I’m on that thing I type up eight pages without knowing it. It’s only when I’m retyping it all onto my computer when I suffer. Perhaps it’s because the screen isn’t as daunting as Microsoft Word, the big white page glaring at you.
I love growing up. Ask me in fifteen years and I’ll tell you I’d give anything to go back to fifteen-years-old. I think I’m going through what Teddy Geiger went through when he wrote “Thinking Underage”, because a lot of the songs on that album make a lot of sense right now. Of course, I’ve moved past the Teddy Geiger phase. Yes, there was a Teddy Geiger phase. Who’s Teddy Geiger? That’s what google is for.
I have absolutely no resentment toward anyone right now. Thankfully everyone I was ever truly irritated by has moved away, which makes life a lot easier. Even the irritating people that are still around don’t bother me anymore. I am truly mellow.
If it’s yellow let it mellow, if it’s brown flush it down!
I am so happy, so inspired, so encouraged, so confident, and so determined right now. The best way to live life is to surround yourself with a bubble of awesome people but experience everything and open your mind at the same time.
I’ve realized why I want to make movies: to open people’s minds. Is that a bit cheesy? Oh well.
Sorry if this sounds like a empowerment post. It is.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: cinema, directing, director, Ed Wood, Epiphany, film, happiness, Jean Valjean, life, movie, movies, passion, Pirates of the Caribbean, STAR testing, underwear, Who Am I?
It’s the second day of STAR testing, which I’m not complaining about. Being confined to one’s French classroom to finish fifteen minutes worth of work in an hour, one gets a generous amount of thinking time. Maybe it’s only me, though, because every time I look around it’s like a battlefield. Everyone’s sprawled all over their desks, and there’s a bit of snoring going on behind me.
I have a problem with falling asleep in public, however, so I stay awake, thinking about scripts I’m working on. Occasionally I venture into that cheesy territory of Jean Valjean’s: who am I? For me, the best way to answer this questions is by imagining I’m being interviewed.
That sounded way more epic in my head.
This job shadowing experience, while not over, has taught me a lot about the film industry, as much as I hate to admit it. I thought I knew enough, but it turns out that I didn’t. And thank god I haven’t encountered anything that would make me shun filmmaking forever.
As of now, I’m going to say directing is for me. The acting bug is shrinking, although I fully expect its return full-force next year when I take Theater Lab. Could it be more obvious when, instead of watching interviews with actors, I watch interviews with directors? And when Johnny Depp’s explanation of his character from “The Astronaut’s Wife” doesn’t move me as much as Martin Scorsese talking about the balletic movements in “The Tales of Hoffman”.
Do I sound overly pretentious today? Blame it on the English Language Arts section of the STAR test, the reading passages of which I must not be outdone by. There I go again,with the lengthy sentences.
I’m so in love with movies right now – they are as epic as PotC 3. I really appreciate every single director out there…even if their movie is crap, they’ve got passion for it and ideas that just…didn’t translate to the audience. Which is not good, but I admire their passion. Yes, I did just watch part one of Ed Wood, how did you guess?
Whell. This half-baked post can’t be as bad as that highlighter-yellow underwear Miya and Nobu bought me…which will never see the light of day.
One last question. These epiphanies, do you ever reach a certain age where they stop appearing?
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: clark gable, coffee, court, da vinci code, dentist, film, free, interview, LA, lawyers, lunch, lunch box, Public Enemies, Starbucks, Sushi, Taiwan, trailer
My dentist has invaded even my future, and he did this years before I was born. How stealthy is Dr. Frank.
I went on a interview today and on the drive home my dad asked me how I had found this opportunity. I don’t think we have weird conversations, it just comes out wrong when it’s typed. Then again, this is mild compared to “does it hurt above or below your belly button?” I said, through (insert organization name here of Taiwanese people who like Taiwanese independence) He thought for a moment, then said, “I know. It’s the dentist.”
Time froze. I’m not exaggerating, the cars on the highway began to blur, and it wasn’t because I wasn’t wearing my glasses.
Then he began to explain how in the dentist’s college’s alumni network (why does my dad know this) a bunch of them moved to (insert state where interview lady came from) who were also pro-Taiwan independence.
It was reasonable.
FJP strikes again?!!?!? After invading every other aspect of my life, he had only this to conquer. So that the day I win an Oscar I can say, “Dr. Frank, this is because of you.” And denture sales will rise like never before.
He’s even invaded my most anticipated movie of 2009. In the background of a “Public Enemies” still, there is a movie poster with Clark Gable on it. For those late in the six degrees of grapes game, Clark Gable is one of many who equal Dr. Frank.
I found this picture online and laughed at the fact that something random Chinese people carried their lunches in is now being sold as a marvel (ish).
That’s what my parents delivered to me the one time they brought my lunch to school this year.
My friends and I stared at it and proceded to try to open the darn thing.
It wouldn’t open.
It was like the Da Vinci Code. After many ornate twists and turns we opened the first compartment to find: an egg. Disappointed, because the container was huge, we tried more ways until finally the entire lunch was unboxed and eaten. Huzzah.
Today was pretty exciting. Free lunch and skipping a few periods of school, and then a trip to LA where it seems infinitely more fun but much unhappier. And my dad taught me how to order at Starbucks while forbidding me to drink coffee. Luckily we did not get coffee at all for our interview.
Now it’s late and I’m staying up for the “Public Enemies” trailer.
Also, I loved slapping Sushi with my “18 year old survival guide” they gave out today at the courthouse.
