Walking out of the Student Center this afternoon, head held high and boots clacking, I all of the sudden heard a chorus of “Don’t step in it!” Too late. Looking down, I observed that I was standing in a large puddle of calamine-colored vomit.
Knowing I didn’t have much time to get to class, I only paused for a disparaging moment before continuing on my way. Behind me, I heard a shriek as someone else stumbled into the same mess.
I was able to shuffle my soles clean on the still-exposed grass as I walked, but once you step in puke, I think, you never quite believe you’re free of it.
In other (vomitless) news, here’s the movie roundup for this weekend:*****
I know I’m going to love “Amelie.” I just know it.
Why haven’t I seen this movie before? I have no idea. All I know about it is that there’s an egg-eating scene that my high school English teacher made us watch because in it, Mr. Newman is clearly playing the Christ-figure.
Richard the Lionheart and I share the same birthday, you know. It is this bond that has led me to obsessively research his life. Katherine Hepburn is just a perk. Really.
I’ll freely admit that I mainly checked this one out for the hours and hours of glorious special features. I’m kind of a freak.
*****Note: I definitely will not get to all of these this weekend. Maybe two, tops. But it makes me feel good to have an adequate movie selection on a Friday night.