Friday Night.

I almost missed my bus from school. Luckily I have the same driver every evening, so he was already looking to see if I was coming, and caught a glimpse of me in his rear view mirror. I suppose that is one of the perks of being a regular... commuter. The bus drivers get used to you and are more likely to wait for you if they see you running. Yey, a perk. And it's kind of nice to get two hours every day where you can just sit and think and day dream and look out of the window without feeling guilty for such idleness.

As I was walking towards a drugstore on my way to my bus stop in Chapel Hill, I noticed this guy across the street. It seemed as if he saw me too, because he started to cross the heavily trafficed street in my general direction. However, it just didn't seem to be any reason for him to be running across toe street to talk to me, especially since I've never seen him before, so I just shrugged it off and kept walking.

Once I was inside the drug store, the door opened, and the man ran in and stopped in front of me.

"Hi, I hope you don't find this too strange, but I was wondering if I could see your tattoo up close?" (I was wearing a knee long skirt, and my tattoo's on the inside of my right leg's ankle. It's a peace sign with the text "I believe in peace bitch". Yes, it's from the song. But anyways.)

"Uhm.. uh, I guess..." *lifting leg _slightly_, man bending over to inspect*
"Oh, cool, oh, does that say 'bitch'? Heh, cool. Okay, Can I ask you a kind of personal question? Feel free to say no!"

I figured he was going to ask where I got the line/design from, or whatever, so I said yes, unsuspectedly and... wham.

"Can I kiss your tattoo? It'll only take a second, I promise!"

*insert Jennie's jaw dropping*

"No, you may not, sorry."
"Oh, okay, that's okay, well may I ask what it's from?"
I told him about The Waitress/whatever, and then before I managed to ask what on earth he wanted to kiss it for, he said "Okay, thank you!" and wandered back out.

Argh. Now my head is still trying to figure it out. Tattoo fetischist? Member of some strange game trying to kiss as many strangers' tattoo's as possible? Argh? I'll never know, now, either. Blah.

I promptly caught my bus home, cleaned the bathroom, went to dinner with Gene (who I managed to crack up again and again by being a clumpsy calamity prone dork :), and later rented and watched "Lawn Dogs" with him. Aaargh. It's such a beautiful movie. I really adore it, right now, for all its bizarre faery tale-esque yumminess. Sam Rockwell helps, too. I wonder if his friends have dubbed him "Full Frontal Sam", yet?

Saturday

I watched Lawn Dogs again. Shush. Gene came by, and soon we left to go visit the mall. I don't know, there's just something nice about sitting in a car on a yummie sunny day zapping frenetically between radio stations. As we reached the mall, we watched a mother in a car get ridiculously spastic about getting a parking spot. Then again, considering she was driving a van filled with adolescent children, I don't blame her.

Once inside the mall, Gene got himself a new pair of sunglasses, and I got to borrow his old pair. The nice lady in the store even adjusted the old pair for free so they would fit me better (I needed a tighter squeeze, or they'd fall off. Somehow the design is front-heavy, which means they lean quite heavily on your nose, which leaves two little indentations on your skin after you wear them for a while, which is why Gene got new sun glasses to begin with...)

Did I mention I adore mall food courts? Nummy! After eating and discussing strangers around us, we invaded Barnes & Noble for an hour or two. I read a few entertainment magazines, and Gene started to look up schools in the area I'm thinking about transferring too. We actually found one that is almost $2000 cheaper than my current school, AND is ridiculously connected with.. uh... where Gene originally comes from (I will not jinx it I will not jinx it!)

Once we got back home, Aziza and Gene got ready to watch basketball, and I disappeared into my xmas lit room to listen to music, return calls from Charlotte and my mother, and read a bit. All of a sudden the phone rang, and it got handed to me. "Hello?" "Hi, you don't know me, but I live in your neighbourhood..." The girl introduced herself as Cathy, and then told me she had been home alone and bored, and hence had been looking through the phonebook (!) to see if she could find people in our neighbourhood to call at random. She called me because out of the 6 names she got out of the book, I was the only female. I invited her over. She stayed for over 2 hours, which surprised all of us, I think.

Drew Barrymore was great on Saturday Night Live (and the surprise stint by Edward Norton was great), and I even found MTV's Springbreak - The Tom Green Show amusing. "My butt is on the plant! My butt is on the plant!"

Sunday

A close friend went through an upsetting experience. I'm hoping things work out well. Gene and I went and ate (I had oatmeal and a slice of chocolate cheese cake.), peeked into a lab, and returned back to watch the Oscars.

Joan Rivers is a bitch! She's always quite bad, but this year her rude remarks made us all just gape and stare at her in disbelief. *shrug* Geena Davis was beautiful, as was Gwyneth Paltrow. Pink princesses. Helen Hunt .. eek. Edward and Drew 8(

I found the Awards quite hilarious, actually. Whoopi Goldberg did a great job hosting it, and it was worth it just seeing her in the costume from Velvet Goldmine. Roberto Begnini.. hehehehe. "I-eah want-ta to take-ah all you to JOOpiter in-uh ah fieldduh and-eah make-ah love-eah to-ah evreyboadyh!!!" Could there have _been_ more tributes? It was tense waiting to see what would happen at the Eli Kazan tribute. I was surprised so few openly showed their protest against him receiving the award. Gwyneth was lovely, and made me cry with her teary thank you speech, and the biggest shocker of all was Shakespeare in Love winning best movie - Gene was so shocked he couldn't speak for a minute or two, just stare at the screen. All in all, I liked.

Today