On Friday, I fell victim to extreme emotional whiplash after watching I Love You, Phillip Morris with Scott. The film was a dramedy, which means it was hilarious, but ultimately depressing. If you haven't seen it, you really should watch it. Ewan McGregor is in the title role, which is always good, and for once, Jim Carey plays a part that doesn't leave me wanting to punch him in the face.
Yesterday marked the beginning of "Parents' weekend" at my school, so mine came to visit me today. We ended up going to one of the planned activities before splitting, buying coffee, and going to lunch at a Hawaiian restaurant. Pulled pork sandwiches, I'll have you know, are similar to Barbecued ribs in that there is no way you can possibly eat them and maintain your dignity.
Pulled pork sandwiches are also similar to barbecued ribs in that eating them is worth the loss of your dignity.
It was nice to see my parents. My father and I spent most of lunch conversing in Scottish accents. I informed him that the progenitor of our Scottish clan was actually French, but I don't think he believed me. My mother brought me my old Build-a-Bear Koala, dressed in a witch's costume. She sits atop my DVDs, being adorable.
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