After 3 or so failed attempts, we finally sucessfully had Cuban night at Kay's apartment tonight. That means 15 or so people crowded into her one bedroom loveshack to watch Scarface and eat some not very Cuban corn and cupcakes. (Whole ear corn 3 for a dollar at Kroger! run!) It is just sadly fucking hot outside, and we laid around on the floor with no airconditioning wallowing in the heat because that's Cuban, you know. I didn't make it through the second tape of Scarface. My high school senior cousin called me and asked that I come proofread and make suggestions on his term paper that was due - when else - tomorrow. I feel like he's a guy that regularly gets shit on by people in general, so I just ditched the movie and spent two hours taking a pen to his rough draft. I'm that kind of girl.

When I came home Crystal and Rashaun were up watching a movie called "The Edge of Quarrel". It simultaneously manages to be the most entertaining AND the worst movie I've seen. Let me give you a plot summary. A punk kid from Seattle moves away to go to collge. When he returns, he finds that his town and all his old friends are split in two between punk kids and straightedgers. Brian considers himself to be both and tries to make amends between the two groups, which proves to be impossible because they are constantly having revenge motivated street brawls (ie. punk gets beat up, punks go after sxe kids, sxe kid goes down, the punks are going to get it). The street brawls are wicked gruesome; my personal favorite being a sxe thug named "Rollo" beating two punk kids with a telephone receiver. Anyway, the two factions are cartoon stereotypes that do nothing but spout out subculture babble like "Swear you mean it. Swear it on your edge." or "I don't know, What is it like to be Sober?" While I think it's supposed to be a film with a big U-N-I-T-Y message, it just makes both of the groups look insane. Of course there's not really the option that the punks could choose not to drink or that the straightedge kids to could chose to listen to something other than gang vocaled hardcore. Without giving too much away, I'll say that the ending is hilarious. This would be a pretty good movie if it was supposed to be a complete sarcastic parody. I really don't think it is. On a completely gratuitous note, almost every guy in the hour+ of footage is hot.

I put out our second new "Vote for Billy Perry for Mayor" sign in the yard today. I left a little note in Sharpee marker on it for any prospective sign thief who wants to come back a second time. One side says "Not only is stealing morally wrong, it's illegal" and the other says "Stealing makes for bad publicity. Think about it." Both sides say that stealing also makes us sad. All the same I got a third backup sign since I'm sure some sign-stealing-King-voting jerk could care less about my moral reminders.

I'm sleepy and I don't know what I'm talking about. I swear on my edge.