Aproape am terminat cu scoala, si pot sa zic ca o sa inchei si semestrul asta with flying colors. Nici nu ma asteptam sa mearga totul asa de bine, cine stia ca pierdutul timpului zilnic pe wiki si faptul ca la lectie nu stii decat ideea de baza pe care ai citit-o de 2 ori si in jurul careia ai reusit sa improvizezi, poate da roade? Azi la geografie abia puteam sa ma abtin sa nu rad, ca ne-a adus prof lucrarile si toti comentau ca au luat 6-8, desi copiasera aproape totul, si eu, nereusind sa copiez, si stiind doar 3-4 idei despre globalizare, am reusit sa fac un amplu eseu despre globalizare si efectele ei. 10. Am reusit sa fac si la lucrare la analiza si la chimie. Si era cat pe ce sa nu ma abtin sa iau niste Na din laborator. That damn conscience!
In alta ordine de idei, azi e ziua lui John Wayne. Hail to The Duke!
Glory Road. Film frumos despre baschet si greutatile intampinate de jucatori. Da, e Coach Carter, Remember the Titans, Friday Night Lights, toate filmele despre sporturi americane in care jucatorii intampana dificultati, dar totul se termina cu happy-end sub indrumarea unui antrenor bestial. Chiar nu credeam ca Josh Lucas poate juca inainte sa vad filmul asta. Poate. Chiar daca fara carisma, dar poate. Filmul nu este la fel de bun precum mai sus mentionatele, dar merita vazut. Inca o data urasc faptul ca am liceu am avut (pana sa ma las) un antrenor fara talent la baschet!
The Who comenta mai demult Jaws. Mi-a facut pofta de el, asa ca am luat editia speciala a dvdului si am de gand sa-l savurez mai pe seara. The great white!
ps : cred ca am gasit episodul definitiv din Married with children : It’s a Bundyful life. Genial. Am ras cu lacrimi. Or as Al would say…
Twas the night before christmas, and all through the house, / no food was a stirring, not even a mouse. / Stockings were hung ’round dad’s neck like a tie, / along with a note that said “presents or die”. / Children were plotting all night in their beds, / while the wife’s constant whining was splitting his head. / But daddy had money this year in the bank, / then they closed up early, now dad’s in the tank. /… and all of a sudden Santa appeared, / a sneer on his face, booze in his beard. / Santa I said as he laughed merrily, / you do so much for others do something for me. / Bundy he said, you only sell shoes, / your son is a sneak-thief, your daughters’ a flooze. / Ho Ho Santa said, should I mention your wife, / her hairs like an a-bomb, her nails like a knife. / As he climbs up the chimney, that fat piece of dung, / he mooned me two times, he stuck out his tongue. / And I heard him exclaim, as he broke wind with glee: / you’re married with children, you’ll never be free.