how stacy spends a snow day
“SNOW DAY! NO CLASSES TOMORROW!”
That was what was being shrieked in the hallways of my dorm (Merion’s reputably “the quiet dorm”, pfft– dorm stereotypes can sometimes be very off) after dinner. I had just finished making hot chocolate and was planning on turning in early because I’m really a senior citizen at heart.
Also, the Snowpocalypse meant no sun. No sunlight+ Stacy is just a bad situation all around. I’m kind of like the aloe vera plant that some girl left in my dorm room over winter break (and never claimed it back, Jesus Christ, the poor thing is positively wilting from lack of proper care)– I need sunlight or I’ll keel over. Lack of sunlight makes me sluggish, moody, and depressed– full blown Seasonal Affective Disorder, at your service.
Anyway, Andrea accidentally ruined my high score for Word Challenge (ridiculously addictive game on Facebook).
We opted to watch Mr. & Mrs. Smith and got ourselves onion rings from UnCommon Grounds. She ruined my all-time high score, I ruined her appetite by discussing various zombie apocalypse escape routes on campus and mentioned off-handedly of how cinemaesque Carpenter Library would be: terrible location for defense but sunlight filtering through the skylights and windows would provide a great contrast to the chaos that would descend upon the hapless students struggling with the undead in the book stacks.
Essentially, I need to watch Zombieland soon to get this zombie-mania out of my system.
Hearing all these good reviews from my friends isn’t helping. Most girls like vampires or werewolves (Team Edward or Team Jacob– insert obligatory comment about how terrible the Twilight franchise is here) but I like zombies. Obviously, not in a sexual manner because that would be ten million degrees of wrong and disgusting (would it be considered necrophilia? ugh ugh ugh do not want to even contemplate semantics!) but I’m kinda fascinated by the zombie apocalyptic genre itself and zombies are interesting since they’re more or less a walking disease. (I got the last bit from the Zombiemania documentary I watched over winter break.) Paranormal and supernatural things like these intrigue me– I know way too much about useless things like these.
Anyway, now my room smells like onion rings and I’ve decided that onion rings= the unsexiest scent in the world.(I need to break out my Unconditional Love perfume.) I’m pretty sure my hair reeks of onion rings as well.
Mr. & Mrs. Smith is a pretty awesome snow day movie. It was meant to be a summer action flick– complete with explosions and sexual tension with Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie looking attractive and sweaty in between gunfights, car chase scenes, and the occasional amusing banter. So of course, it’s not going to be a masterpiece– but it was really fun to watch. The chemistry between Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie was fantastic and I’m a fan of mindless action flicks.
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