I am sooo in a ranting mode now. If only someone would just say something stupid so that I could snap on them, that would be very nice. ^_^ Nothing is more theurapeutic for bad mood than lashing at an innocent someone. LOL. Luckily, this country has a leader who listens to the people and serves them well !

I think there is a リング — like curse on Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events movie. Although, admittedly my series is not as bad as that of the Baudelaire Orphans, still... it's as if the cosmos is working against me.

So I saw the movie on Tuesday night. I liked it by the way, it really was a feast for the visual sensory. From the opening sequence animation to the gloomy-colorful quality of the photography to the magnificent elaborate sets, I just simply couldn't take my eyes off the screen. Granted, the script could use some tweaking in the excitement department, but it was still entertaining enough for me. And I definitely loved the ending, the surprisingly un-Hollywood ending I should say.

Unfortunate Event #1: the haircut. Well, supposedly there's this Indonesian hairdresser on 17th and R that's good. Hahaha, well, I suppose I got what I deserve for getting hair advice from a massage therapist. The salon was about 15-20-minute walk from the metro and although he was nice, his hairdressing skill was .... just ok. I think I'll stick to my guy in Wheaton who definitely has more ideas on what to do with a pair of shears.

Unfortunate Event #2: I walked back to the metro, passing this bus stop. As I passed it I heard some mumbling behind me... I ignored it at first, then it got closer... I looked to the right and this guy was apparently talking to me. I got no idea what he was talking about at first... then I kinda get that he was talking about a phone, so I said.. "sorry, got no phone with me," to which he replied with a string of words that was really unintelligible. So the conversation was basically: he mumbles, I said "huh?" When I finally managed to get him to put the question in English, he asked for money to make a call. Too bad for him, I don't carry change..
Reading the story, it might sound like I'm the one being unreasonable when asked for help, but this guy was not exactly asking, it was more like mugging. And if he really did need help, he could've asked the person sitting next to him at the bus stop instead of me who happen to pass behind him and who he happen to see. If you were there, it was obvious that he wasn't looking for help until he saw me and thought he could get some money. Hmphh! That was definitely the first time I actually felt unsafe in DC after all this time.

Unfortunate Event #3: I got home, the back parking lot was full so I drove around to park on the front driveway. That drive way could easily fit 2 cars, but the smart ass who drove a green Jetta parked his (or her) car right in the middle of it so my car won't fit on the driveway. So I parked on the grass to his right... this will lead to #5.

Unfortunate Event #4: I went to bed somewhat early, hoping to get up earlier the next morning. I've been sleeping late in the past few days so I thought I'd catch up a bit with my cell regeneration. True enough, I woke up completely refreshed. You know, the kind of waking up that doesn't include grogginess, the kind that's not induced by the blaring beep of the alarm clock.... Wait a minute! But I did set the alarm clock. Where is it? What time is it? The side table? Not there. The window sill? Not there either. Underneath the pillows? There it is... OK, let's see what time is it? It was a bit bright for 7 AM and the LED of my alarm clock displayed 08:06. Great!

Unfortunate Event #5: Finally finished getting ready. Ran downstairs to the back parking lot. Realized that I did not park there. Ran around the building to the front. Beeped the car locks. Threw my bag on the passenger seat. Hopped into the driver's seat. What's that under my wiper blade? Let me introduce you to the bizarre regulation that is the City Ordinance. Apparently it is illegal to park on the grass even if it is your own grass. And so I ended up being a contributor the coffers of the City of College Park. Damn it, that 35 bucks could've gone into getting the new Death Cab for Cutie CD! Plus the repackaged The Killers debut album which I meant to get today.

Comic Relief #1: Well I sure hope this won't be the last one today. On the train I was reading about New Orleans on Express with much contempt. How on earth did that happen with them knowing it was coming more than 24 hours in advance? Anyway.. that was not the comic relief I was talking about. On this little box there was a quote of what Bush said as he looked through the window of Air Force One, "It's devastating. It has got to be doubly devastating down there." Hmm... very articulate, isn't he? Well, at least the grammar was OK.

Well, I'm planning to go on a The O.C. Season 2 marathon tonight, that show has never failed to brighten me up.