But the hotel room was only one component of the weekend. On Friday night we went to Culver's, ate some chicken, fries, and ice cream (oh, excuse me, FROZEN CUSTARD), then we went back to the hotel, where we watched some TV and updated my computer. And while my computer was updating, I used my mother's computer to show my parents a video that one of my friends posted on Moodle for a Film Genres assignment. I'd explain it, but...well, it'll be easier to just show you:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s0gqi9trHMQ
That's what I showed my parents. Basically, Disney gets lazy and uses templates for all their films. Now, I knew that before, but what I didn't know was how insane it really was. If you watch any two animated Disney movies back-to-back, I guaran-damn-tee that you will see similarities up the wazoo. Even Beauty and the Beast, my favorite Disney movie, was afflicted with Template Syndrome. Boo! :(
So that was Friday. Saturday, we slept in (yay!) and then went to the Omlette Shoppe and Bakery, a.k.a. one of the best (if overpriced) places that I have ever eaten breakfast. Their eggs were BRILLIANT, not much of a surprise as it was called the OMLETTE shoppe, which should indicate good eggs, but still, just because some place SAYS they have good food doesn't mean they actually do have good food. But the Omlette Shoppe really did have good food. Mostly because it was REAL food, not Pillsbury cinnamon rolls and Egg Beaters, but actual cinnamon rolls and actual scrambled eggs. And trust me, after Stone Cafeteria, I reeeeally needed that. ;)
After breakfast we went back to the hotel, where Mom took a nap and Dad showed me some parts from Clint Eastwood's Dirty Harry, a movie he thought I'd like seeing as I take every opportunity to fangirl over Gran Torino (which I will probably blog about in the not-so-distant future). In return, I showed him a few clips of my favorite actor, Jackson Rathbone, in Criminal Minds and Senior Skip Day.
And I have to stop here to talk about Jackson for a minute, because he really is one of the most incredible actors I have ever seen. You might know him as Jasper Hale from the Twilight films, and while I will never, ever diss any film directed by Catherine Hardwicke, I will admit that Twilight, though brilliantly cast, does not showcase the full talents of ANY of the actors who star in it. I personally think that this holds particularly true for Jackson Rathbone, because anyone who has seen this guy in anything other than Twilight or New Moon knows that he goes waaaay beyond a melodramatic southern vegan vampire.
Jackson was born in Singapore (how cool is that???) and graduated from Interlochen Arts Academy (in 2002, unless my arithmetic is jacked-up, which is a strong possibility come to think of it). He's been in just about every kind of movie you can think of--thriller (Hurt), chick-flick (Twilight), comedy (Big Stan), teen movie (Senior Skip Day), drama (S. Darko). Okay, so S. Darko sucked, but don't blame Jackson; HE didn't write the script. He's been on about a million different TV shows, but my personal favorite was Criminal Minds, which COMPLETELY ripped off Hitchcock's Psycho, but I can forgive them for that because Jackson was SO DAMN GOOD in that episode.
Also. Did you know that he was the adorkable reporter from Disney 411? I didn't...until I looked him up on imdb...and guess what? He is a SUCCESSFUL PERSON who worked as a child actor for DISNEY...can you say wow? Because I sure can...and I did when I realized that my pretty little talented badass Interlochenite was in fact the same dork from Disney Channel. You know you have a good actor on your hands when he can switch from Disney to The OC without missing a beat.
Okay, okay. Enough gushing about Jackson Rathbone. Back to the weekend with my parents, all righty? Okay then. :)
So on Saturday Dad showed me Dirty Harry, and in return I showed him Senior Skip Day and Jackson's episode of Criminal Minds, along with a clip of Jackson playing in his band 100 Monkeys. And then we got pizza, breadsticks, and soda and brought it all back to the hotel. On the way to and from the pizza place, and while waiting for the pizza, we talked about (big surprise) Jackson Rathbone. Oh, and Clint Eastwood. And Tokio Hotel. And Amanda Bynes. And what a jerk the kid working the pizza counter was. And how stupid we were for going the wrong way and driving for ten minutes looking for a party store. Oops.
This kind of reminds me of the time that dear ol' dad and I went to Fenton to watch a soccer game and had to ask about six people for directions on the way, because neither of us had ever been to Fenton and we didn't know where the heck it was. And so we did the logical thing: We rolled down the windows, played bad eighties music at top volume, and sang and danced along, putting on what I'm sure was a very good show for the drivers we passed. And then I told the friend I went to see at the soccer game and he was like "..." because he didn't want to insult me TOO much and couldn't think of anything nice to say.
Right! Back on topic! So we got pizza and stuff and brought it back to the hotel, where we ate, drank, and were NOT merry because were watching the freaking Notebook on ABC Family, a.k.a. The Land of Commercials. I swear to God I saw the Step Up/Miley Cyrus video premiere commercial so many times I practically had it memorized. And then we had a nice time trying to figure out what was causing the burning-tires-meets-skunk-pee odor that was steadily filtering into our hotel room. We never did figure out which one it was--burning tires or skunk pee--but we did eventually manage to sleep. According to Mom, I sleepwalked and sleeptalked, and I swear I know why: After watching Creepy!Jackson play a girl, I had nightmares about double personalities and being chased by a crossdressing Interlochen alum. Fun stuff!
So then this morning we got up, scrambled to shower/pack/get the heck out of our hotel room before 11:00 A.M., and went to get breakfast. After some brief debate, we finally settled on Bob Evans, but only because the Flapjack Shack smelled like our hotel room. After that, we went to Meijer, where I was almost run over about seven different times by avid Sunday shoppers. My phone seemed to dislike the Meijer reception, because I tried to call my dad when we got separated, and it just would not go through. At first we were annoyed with each other. We argued briefly about the incident and finally concluded that our phones were to blame. Oooops again. :P
So then it was an all-too-short drive back to Interlochen. Mom and Dad helped me unpack the ten million dollars' worth of groceries that we'd gotten at Meijer, got me organized, and then left. Plenty of hugging, but no tears, thank God, or I would still be sniffling right now. And THEN I went to dinner, and THEN I went to Student Senate, and now I'm going to finish my world history homework and go to sleep, because I am exhausted enough to fall asleep at the computer.
STOLEN DIALOGUE:
"Hugs are a sentimentalist's version of crack."
Person one: “So, did you run you roommate out again?”
Person two: “No, she left voluntarily.”
"If we make those two perform together, they'll spontaneously combust."
"If you walk into the Cheesecake Factory and order a sandwich, they are gonna bring you something that albeit fairly tasty is the size of a '86 Buick le Sabre."
(Aaron Gillespie)
"Did I just make 'smartassity' a word?"
Person one: "So what did they serve you for dinner?"
Person two: "Death."
Person three: "Warmed over?"
Person two: "No, they didn't even extend us that courtesy."
"Let's recap here, okay? You actually don't mind listening to Ashley Tisdale music. You are in love with a transgendered college student. You sleep onTinker Bell bedsheets. Your favorite movie is My Cousin Vinny. You voluntarily call your parents every night. And yet I am the insane one?"
"I swear, you are the only person I know who can make worshipping Jesus sound hardcore!"
"You know how you can tell I'm not lying, sweetheart? I just swore on Jackson Rathbone's soul. Would I really jeopardize that just so you wouldn't know what time I got back to my dorm?"
"We should totally go throw wrapped condoms in the lake sometime...wouldn't that be epic?"
"Billboard Dad is crap on toast."
"The scent of Axe deodorant is permanently etched into my memory."
"You know what? I just figured out what this tastes like...arsenic. You know, like in the Grinch song? 'Three decker saurkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce'? That is so what I'm eating right now."
"So I found out last night that it's a bad idea to play Candyland in the dark."
“Surely I do imbibe copious herbage. But I don’t drink alcohol, I make straight A’s, and I show the utmost respect for ladies…yeah!”
(From Senior Skip Day)
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