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So, yesterday, huh? Well, I had two classes. Anthro 10 and Psych 101, and I aced my Psych quiz! I’m psyched! (And corny, too, apparently.) Afterwards, I had to submit my Arki hw, and then I was free to go. Then my family picked me up, and we dropped off Blister, and we went to my Lola’s brother’s wake. You know, I’ve been wearing black since Wednesday. Well, yeah, I don’t know.

The stairs and the elevators were meh, so I just sat at one of the pews. After some time of staring at my knees, I asked Mutti if I could go to the mall. Then she said she might as well go with me already since we’ll be returning later that evening anyway. So we walked. In the rain. For a pretty long time. Yeah.Then we rode a jeepney. And I got into this really bad mood because that’s what I do best.

When we arrived at the mall, we met up with Blister. We decided to eat first before watching A Christmas Carol. And have I told you that I’ve decided to become a vegetarian again? (Oh yeah, I started eating meat again like weeks ago. Months ago? But whatever, I’m a vegetarian again so no problemo. And just in time for the Christmas feasts, too!) It’s because we watched a documentary-ish on Archaeo 2 last Thursday about our ancestors and how they used to eat roots and stuff before. And that horrible, horrible scene of a zebra getting eaten by predators. I guess that did it more than anything. Yeah, back to the yesterday stuff. We ate pizza and I removed all bits of meat that I could see and replaced ‘em with pasta. Yum.

After our dinner, we looked for a dress (mine) that I would wear on this concert thing on Wednesday. I already told Mutti the truth (I told her it was my friend’s Org event at first. But what’s the point?) and showed her the ticket just so whatever. I couldn’t find anything I like so I’m just going to wear what I found on my closet the other day. And I got boots! The opposite of the kind I’ve always liked, but still pretty nonetheless. It’s not knee high. It has heels. And it’s pointy. And it’s not leather. Oh sheesh, I like it.

After that, it’s MOVIETIME! Well, not really. We hung out on the IMAX lounge first. Pretty rich(ish). And the Our Home display was kind of stupid with the tags on the sofa very much visible. It’s only my second-time in IMAX so I’m still pretty excited about most of everything – the 3D glasses, the huge screen, the lights, the blurry images on the screen (WHAT.), and the trailers. OH YES. The trailers. When we watched HP6, the only trailer shown was A Christmas Carol. And it was fucking amazing (It’s almost like I could touch the snowflakes with my freezing hands!) and that’s that. So it was more than fucking amazing when they showed FOUR fantastic trailers of FOUR fantastic movies in 3D. First, Avatar. YES. But I could live watching it in 2D, or DVD. So meh. Next, (Okay, now, I can’t remember the exact sequence so it’s ranked in order of amazeballs.) How To Train Your Dragon. Meh. I’ve seen the trailer before and it was less than meh. It’s Meh in 3D though, but the trailer’s all I care to see. Then, Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs. YES, YES, and HELL YES. I want to see in 3D. The ENTIRE movie. Although I don’t care if it’s in IMAX or just in a regular cinema. But it has to be 3D ‘cos that’s how amazing it is. And finally, ALICE IN WONDERLAND. YES, YES, YES, and FUCK YES. IMAX, definitely! COME ON! Who wouldn’t! And the Cheshire Cat’s grin was . Whatever that means. (Mad Hatter MAD MAD MAD) I’ll stop now. I ranted about the fucking trailers long enough. A Christmas Carol is truly amazeballs and heartwarming and Christmas-ish and I don’t mind being the girlfriend of the Ghost of the Christmas Past just because I like his moves. And it’s really made to be seen in 3D so. Yeah, watch it in 3D if you still haven’t seen it. Don’t be a Scrooge!

After watching, we returned to my Lolo’s wake. I found out that the kids know me as my Blister’s sister who was locked in her room the last time we threw a party. YEAH. That’s me. Well, I never know how to act in front of people so I’d rather watch TV and see how people act in front of cameras while locked in my room. Fantastic. In order to make the kids see that I’m not a Scrooge, I smiled and talked and laughed like an amiable-sort and she’s-getting-there way. And I got a one year old to say my name. HA! Who’s the Scrooge now?

Then we went home and I took pictures of the street lights and I wasn’t contented so I took a video.

All in all, it was a tiring Friday.