Big Chest? I'm unimpressed.

Wooohooo! Saw Lost In Translation finally. I absolutely love that friggin' movie. Scarlett Johansson is so enchanting and beautiful, I almost decided to become a friggin' smoker watching her. But then I realized that the chemicals in tobacco stun the cilia in your lungs and allow all the bad stuff in, and you wake up hacking. So yeah. No habitual smoking here. And Bill Murray. I actually found myself wondering if this was the guy from Groundhog Day because I remember hating that movie, and it was weird because I found myself loving that movie. And then of course watched Pieces of April with my sister. It was alright, but I really wanted Katie Holmes to brush her hair. Next on the movie list? I hear Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind is good. Who wants to join me?

I went with my family to get phones today. I got this Nokia one, which my friend has. Well, it was better than the Siemens one, which was the alternative, but it has no radio. You know I have to be with some sort of tune at all times, even in my brain. So yeah, its charging right now. i have to distribute my new number to everyone.

Also went to Santana Row with Alex today to accompany him taking pictures for Photo. It was fun and kinda calming. I think it'd be more calming though if I or he were separately walking around the crowds, because there's this observative [is that a word?] mood that turns on when you're alone. Have you noticed? I noticed when watching Scarlett Johansson in Lost In Translation. Good movie.

Anyway, there's this really good story I have from the phone store: This old couple comes in the store, and they're hanging around for a while, waiting for some help. The store is pretty packed, so it was about a ten-minute wait. The man who was helping us finally noticed and asked the old lady, "Do you need some help, ma'am?"

Her phone in hand, she replied, "Yeah, I think I need a battery for my phone."

Mr. Phoneguy took the phone and asked why she "thinks" she needs a new battery, and she said it wouldn't charge. He popped a new battery in and told her to go pay at the register.

"You can pay for that at the register. The battery's about 50 bucks."

The old couple only walked a few steps before the old man who had been so quiet before said, "How much is it gonna cost?!"

Mr. Phoneguy repeated the price.

"50 bucks?!" The old man said, his neck stuck out like my grandpa does (haha).

This white wanksta guy with his African-American friends said, "I paid $80 for mine." I guess he was trying to make them feel better, but it really didn't.

The old man just looked at him amazed in a pissed off way and said the funniest thing in the darkest way I've ever heard: "You dumb shit."

And the old couple walked to the register, while all ten people who heard that laughed. The White Wanksta commenced trying to play it off like he didn't care when he was obviously embarrassed, because he just "got told" by this old guy with really high pants.

The end. That was my day folks. Have fun!