Tristan & Isolde is not in fact about Greek/Roman dudes and dudettes.
It is actually about the feuding Irish and British tribes shortly
after the fall of the Roman empire. Hollywood is becoming so damn
educational lately. Enough sword fighting, clubbing, and dismemberment
took place to prevent me from utilizing the flask of whiskey I tucked
into my coat pocket. There were however several points where I said
out loud "why the hell can't they just be reasonable". In the end, the
man was of course reasonable and proved his loyalty to the king
instead of the silly woman. But I do have to give some points to this
Isolde lady for not killing herself at the end after her lover had
died. Opps, I ruined the movie.
Tonight the plan has been revised to only maintain high levels of
intoxication from 5:30PM-11:00PM. Mandatory 8:00AM classes taught by
professors who will be writing your letters of recommendation should
not be skipped the second week of school or attended while still drunk
and/or hungover.
Tuesday night is go out with co-workers night. I am slightly nervous
about this as I do not wish to tarnish any professional image I have
thus far managed to uphold.
Wednesday night a boy is taking me to dinner. I do not know the
specifics which is terrible because I need to know what I should wear
and IF I should go shopping despite having made a promise not to go
shopping for an entire week. He doesn't think I can last that long and
he is totally right.
Thursday night is Mom, Margaritas, and Mexican night. I am totally
excited for this.
Friday night is bowling night. I love bowling. And beer.
I feel like I need a personal assistant to manage my calendar and to
do my homework. Perhaps we will return to normalcy at the conclusion
of this weekend, normalcy being not leaving the house except for work
and school functions.
I have already burnt my neck with a curling iron, broke two nails, and
snagged my tights today. Hopefully this trend of bad luck does not
continue. I don't really feel like being arrested tonight. Also, for
future reference, do not go tanning in a cancer box and then
immediately wax your eye brows. It hurts.
That is all.
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Siu Bao and his student were in a restaurant, seated at the table. Each perused a menu for the meal most suited to his present condition. Finally the student settled upon a fajita platter, and the master a plate of calamari pasta.
Upon ordering, the two were committed to wait for their meals to arrive. Eager to make conversation, the student prompted, "Master, tell me of the Buddha."
"Why don't you ask him yourself?" The master replied. "He's sitting over there."
The student looked and, just as he had said, a great fat man with a bald head, large ears, and a wide grin was seated at a nearby table eating a roasted fish.
The student excused himself from the table and walked timidly over to the immense stranger. "Excuse me sir, but are you the Buddha?"
"Nope," the big man replied. "But, I get that a lot."
"Ah ... sorry to bother you," the student apologized.
"No problem. You're a nice kid." The bald diner turned back to his meal.
The student returned to his table, where Siu Bao was waiting; their hot, steaming food had just arrived, and the master motioned him to sit down.
"That was not the Buddha," the student told Siu Bao.
"Oh ... my mistake. Your dinner is ready," the master smiled.
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