Current mood:	tired
Current music:	John Cage, Daughters of the Lonesome Isle

Are you a Mexi-CAN, or a Mexi-Can't?
That line summed up the most pathetic movie that I have seen in weeks: "Once Upon a Time, In Mexico" I admit, I would not have rented the movie unless it was already lying around the house, which it was. Barb, Emily, and Fish were planning on making a movie night of it, and I was like "hey, why not?-- everyone loves a little Jonny Depp action movie, right?"

Well, as soon as he pulled out his mechanical arm and threw it in a carpet bag, and shortly gave that line, as stated above, I knew that I could stop watching and go to bed. I knew it had bad reviews, but hey, Enrique Englesias? YES PLEASE!

It turns out that Antonio Banderas ( how do you say, ah, yes...) and Enrique Englesias are both part of this Mariachi gang, along with some other fat Latino looking dude who's name I can't recall.

Imagine, the Three Amigos supersized and gone haywire with a script that might as well been Captain Corelli's Mandolin. That was it, in a nutshell, without seeing the end.


Anyway, I had class tonight, which I felt unprepared for, but I managed to talk slow and reiterate Kim Gordon from Sonic Youth for 25 minutes which was a definate plus. I think it went over better than I expected.
I went out into the hall and there was this guy who was apparently a teacher crawling on the floor with about 5 security guards. Evidentally it was a professor, and he had gone nuts. I didn't think it was a seziure, because he seemed to be with it, nuts, but with it. He kept smacking people and telling them to "GET THE HELL AWAY" and they kept trying to hold him down. He talked really childishly too, like he had woken up from a bad dream. Hmmm. Maybe his class was a bad dream. Anyway, hope he didn't kill anyone, caus he seemed pretty pissed off.

Anyway, work tommorow, yay. I'm just imagining maybe I can act more like a Country Bear, rather than a bookseller. And quote awesome Jonny Depp lines all day long.