Thursday, June 17

A feeble attempt at cheering myself up...

Ok, so I'm trying to cheer myself up, so I put in one of my favorite movies of all times... Van Wilder. BUT, somehow the movie has made me a little bit more sad, despite the laughter it brought me, only because (just like pretty much everything else,) it makes me think of him... bah. I just want to go back to SB where we were together for the better part of a month SOLID. Till then, enjoy.


Taj: I would like very much to spend my remaining days here as your assistant.
Van Wilder: Okay, we're just going do a little word association. Say the first thing that comes to your mind. Milk.
Taj: Tit! Oh, mommy. Most Indians would say "cow" because they are sacred, but I hear "milk," I think giant jugs. You see, I cannot go home a virgin. I came here to study the great American art of muff diving. To smack clam, munch rug, dine at just one American pink taco stand! You know, I wanted to, how is it, park the porpoise. You know? I want to take it through the car wash, baby. And get it waxed. I want to wax it. Wax it! You know, and air dry. Air dry that shit, yeah! And I would like to be your assistant very much, Mr. Van Wilder.


Van Wilder: You shouldn't take life to seriously. You'll never get out alive.


Van Wilder: Worrying is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do but gets you nowhere.


Van Wilder: You think about the future too much and you kinda forget about the present. Obviously.
(totally me)


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