I guess spotting my old flames is the theme of the semester. One day, I should put up all their pictures. It's really only because it's what I would honestly like to read on other people's blogs. The man stories are always the best.
Today, it was Stoned-Anakin of Freshman year screenwriting. He will always be fondly remembered for complementing my suede boots. And for being formerly hawt. His looks/charm went downhill over the years as he smoked more pot and grew his scraggly facial fuzz. Stoned-Anakin is an aspiring actor, and has a pretty big role in some kind of C-grade straight to DVD movie. Rona and I IMDBpro'd him, it was pretty exciting.
Group meeting on the row. While attempting to not // park, a jeep came up behind me. I was all eff eff, I'm not leaving, but Jeep deftly swooped into a far smaller spot. I got out and wondered off to K's Frat (which is, in fact, a sorority), but then realized that I couldn't call my group mate because I left my phone in the car. Walked back, and Jeep boy was out there. OMGzorz it's Stoned-Anakin.
SA: Hey... Amanda, right?
Me: You're in that movie right?
SA: Yea... how did you know?
Me: Oh... facebook.
SA: Oh, like my pictures?
Me: I guess. *shrug shrug*
Have totally established myself as a stalker. Fab.
SA: Are you graduating in May?
Me: Yea, are you?
SA: No. I took a semester off.
Me: Oh, how come?
SA: To do the movie.
Me: Oh. Right. Well, I have to get my phone out of my car, and I can't find my keys...
Awkwardly shawk over to my car. He engages in a convo with some man who is probably trying to buy drugs off him. I shawk off to my project, and instead of listening to the others practice, decide to blog.