have you ever been to the suburbs? i grew up in one but always seem to forget about their true colors. and that most people live in them. but that's where "eclipse" is playing on the imax screen (things are big in the suburbs), so that's where i went yesterday to watch it.
i never finished watching "new moon," because the site i used to stream it for free made me take a marketing survey for access and, although the kfc survey just required me lying about which of kfc's chicken products i like best, the second one i took after having to close my streaming window for some now forgotten work reason was an unbelievably long offer for feminine hygiene coupons that i gave up on after twenty minutes. luckily, monique's thirteen year old sister is visiting and she caught me up. but she's also the larger reason i went to the suburbs to see "eclipse" on the imax screen, so, in a way, she just owed me an explanation for something anyway.
"eclipse" was ok except for the part in which edward talks about wanting to get married so that bella can be sure her soul is saved before she gets turned into a vampire. it's embarrassing that i'm going to argue the limits of suspending my disbelief as regards the twilight saga (which continues here, somehow), but if i have to put up with stephanie meyer's mormon crap in a $17.50 movie, i get to point out that edward is, like, 90, and that unless vampires aren't able to process experience towards growth in wisdom then his affections can't really be all that virtuous. what a waste of time.
so of course i left the theater excited about reading book four. the canal is quality, as i told lee rourke himself on july 4th when i saw him on the chat box. i also told him that he couldn't stop me from day drinking because it was independence day. lee rourke is british, so i'm not sure what time it was where he was typing or what he thought of my holiday spirit. i should have words on his book this week -- and those words will be with you. come prepared. but i've justified reading breaking dawn by insisting to myself that it will help my understanding of translation to read the japanese copy a friend offered to lend me. and wayne told me to read it. and i just want to know what happens, ok? thank you.
but in the suburbs. there's a place you can go after seeing "eclipse" on the imax screen called claim jumper. claim jumper is really big, too. and they have big deserts. and desert is what my friend miyuki (the friend who's lending me japanese book four and who got us "eclipse" on the imax screen tickets ahead of time) wanted to get for monique's sister. monique got angry at me for letting her sister get a giant brownie covered in ice cream and candy sauce. the only reason she found out was because we had to bring most of it home. i really do believe that you have to live in the suburbs to eat one by yourself in a sitting. i just finished what we brought home of the brownie. i ordered a piece of chocolate cake that was really six pieces of chocolate cake glued together with fudge. i'm about to have the rest of that too. (i wasn't able to finish mine either, which is proof that i live in the city.) i really wanted to eat the rest in the bathtub while i read the canal, because everything bad to eat seems more fun to eat in the bath; but eating and reading while sweating and without a fancy tray doesn't hold its charm for long.
so i ran after work. and i'll probably do it again tomorrow after my two dance classes, too. it's silly, but i don't think i can't eat the cake. and second desert (after a night when i ate about three) isn't the best way to stay looking good in pants. but then again, neither is will power.
update: the dessert leftovers were not finished before bedtime. night cake at 2:30 a.m.
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