Saturday morning.
Mar. 13th, 2004 09:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I didn't want to wake up too late this morning, so I set my alarm (I thought) for my usual weekend wakeup time of around 9:45 or so.
Unfortunately, it was instead set on my WEEKDAY wakeup time of 6:35. *stream of curses*
So I went back to sleep, had incredibly weird dreams, and gave up trying to be asleep around 9.
My mom came in about 10 minutes later to tell me that Danny Aiello and Jane Curtin are shooting a small, independant film about a local restaurant ON THE CORNER OF MY STREET!!! She said that she went outside to see what all the trucks were doing there when a person from the production came over to ask if they were disturbing anything, so my mom asked about the film. This is SO cool!! I just hope it gets decent distrobution so I get to see it.
Also, apparently some moron either was forgetful or thought it was funny to leave a suspicious package at Atlantic Avenue station during rush hour last night.
So, I had to take a bus, along with the rest of humanity, only I wasn't getting off at Prospect Park to get back on the train, I was going all the way down Flatbush avenue. It took me almost two and a half hours to get home. I was NOT happy. I called my mom when I got out of the train to discuss my options, and then she and my dad kept me company for most of the bus ride home. What a freaking day!! I should be grateful I was able to get home at all, but I really really really didn't need all that yesterday. *kicks train*
while I was on the phone, a guy I used to date briefly who lives across the street from
Blerg walked right past me with another girl. I giggled. Life is so random sometimes.
And then Wonderfalls was disappointing. It was just like Dead Like Me, only the main character was alive, and the supporting characters are not as good as the DLM ones. And I wanted to beat the main character with a stick. *sigh* Just as well, I suppose. I'm almost never home on Fridays anyway.
I think this is a good time to shower....
Unfortunately, it was instead set on my WEEKDAY wakeup time of 6:35. *stream of curses*
So I went back to sleep, had incredibly weird dreams, and gave up trying to be asleep around 9.
My mom came in about 10 minutes later to tell me that Danny Aiello and Jane Curtin are shooting a small, independant film about a local restaurant ON THE CORNER OF MY STREET!!! She said that she went outside to see what all the trucks were doing there when a person from the production came over to ask if they were disturbing anything, so my mom asked about the film. This is SO cool!! I just hope it gets decent distrobution so I get to see it.
Also, apparently some moron either was forgetful or thought it was funny to leave a suspicious package at Atlantic Avenue station during rush hour last night.
So, I had to take a bus, along with the rest of humanity, only I wasn't getting off at Prospect Park to get back on the train, I was going all the way down Flatbush avenue. It took me almost two and a half hours to get home. I was NOT happy. I called my mom when I got out of the train to discuss my options, and then she and my dad kept me company for most of the bus ride home. What a freaking day!! I should be grateful I was able to get home at all, but I really really really didn't need all that yesterday. *kicks train*
while I was on the phone, a guy I used to date briefly who lives across the street from

And then Wonderfalls was disappointing. It was just like Dead Like Me, only the main character was alive, and the supporting characters are not as good as the DLM ones. And I wanted to beat the main character with a stick. *sigh* Just as well, I suppose. I'm almost never home on Fridays anyway.
I think this is a good time to shower....
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Date: 2004-03-13 11:53 am (UTC)I wonder how we didn't experience any fallout from this suspicious package. I was home by 9 and Kelly by 11. Hmmm.
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Date: 2004-03-13 01:03 pm (UTC)It was all cleared up by then, methinks. This all happened during rush hour.