  a day of firsts friday was a day of many firsts. and also, coincidentally or otherwise, the unluckiest day of my life. now if you know me well enough, you will know that i'm unluckier than the average person at the very least.
but friday was terrible. i'm not going to tell you all about the unluckiest day of my life, as i think it's well-etched into my (future) memoirs, but right now i have a very big corn (the patch of skin, not the tasty, yellow crop) obtained while i rested the part of my palm below the region of my thumb smack on the metallic part of a very hot platter holding my steak. and i also watched the first movie of my life. i don't remember its title. i just remember the fight sequences, the hot girls, and (um) monty python's john cleese as the parent of one of the girls who thinks she's a hooker or something. hey, not a brilliant performance by JC, but it was good nonetheless. i can't say much of the whole movie though.
it's a waste of time, and that's why teenagers like us love them. muahahaha. that'll teach me not to mess with the sacred Confucian Analects and change the lines to eternally comical, grotesque re-versions. it is, from kw's reactions, probably about the funniest thing to hit the planet since minestrone soup. later, people. 
