How clever of Disney to make Johnny Depps character a gay pirate! Bwa ha ha ha ha! I love my mommy. Yes, so I went with my mamala to see a Friday afternoon movie, as we are wont to do every now and then, and we saw Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl. If that movie taught me anything, its how to properly spell the word Caribbean. Thank you, Disney.
Um. Anyway. Im really tempted to say something crass, like, Johnny Depp can swagger up my poop deck any day. Because he does swagger. He swaggers way better than Errol Flynn could ever dream of swaggering. Hes more swashbucklier than any of those guys, its true.
Heh.
Me, to Bastard McBitchypants: Mom thinks Johnny Depps character was a gay pirate.
Mom, overhearing from the next room because shes a Nosy Parker: Think? More like 'know.'
Me: Okay, I can kind of see how he would be a gay pirate.
Mom: Kind of see?? He was flaming!
Yes, so I am in love with Johnny Depp once again. Its 21 Jumpstreet all over again. Johnny, Johnny, why must you break my heart and be with stupid supermodels and skinny French chanteuses who sing annoying, annoying songs? I think its funny that you got the na removed from your Winona Forever tattoo. See? We would be so good for each other. We could be expatriates together! And drink a lot of wine! And have a lot of sex!
Um. Anyway. I dug up some old photographs of me dressed as a pirate, and I dont have a scanner, but Ill see if I cant bring the photos to school and scan them. I had a little moustache drawn on me. And an eye patch. Ive wanted to be a pirate forever. Yo ho, yo ho, its a pirates life for me! It would be so cool. And I would be a bionic pirate. Id have a robotic extendo-hook, and I could have different attachments. I could have a dildo hook. Oh my god, that would rock. I would please the wenches, see?
I want a big pirate-themed tattoo, along with my sexy robot tattoo. But I need to find a nice tattoo artist who will draw me something pretty. And then do my tattoo. Cause Im a big ol novice in the world of skin-inking. I know nothing about nothing.
Im writing this entry in Word because thats what Ive gotten into the habit of doing, and I wont be able to post it until my internet comes back because my new next door neighbors fucked up our phone lines in putting down the sod. Bastards. Well, I ought to get to work on my paper. Poop.
Okay, it's postscript time. The internet is back up. Yayyy!
The DWR on Lincoln Road has opened up, and I'll see what I can do about getting my ass over to the beach to check it out. I hope they have some Meridian lamps by Pablo Pardo, because those are relatively inexpensive. I can spend about thirty bucks on a lamp. That's in my budget. Hmmm... How much are those curtains of light by Pardo? Those are so pretty. I think they're quite a lot. They won awards at some exposition, if memory serves me correctly.
I like these new smileys:
But since I'm going to be a bionic pirate, I will always sign off with this:
Oh, that reminds me. Arrr. That was pretty much the only bit where I rolled my eyes during PoTC. When Geoffrey Rush said, "Arrr!" My god, that man chews up all the scenery in sight. He can't act for a dime. He's always the worst thing about any movie he's in, but fortunately none of the actors sucked a whole lot. Except that kissy-scene at the end was annoying, but it was tempered by Johnny Depp's comments. I love that man. We need to make hot monkey love all night long in Paris.
Tryst is majorly hot, by the way.
Also, Sammy... Well, no major updates. It's still the same. He has good days and bad days, but the boy keeps hanging out on my bed. That kitty loves Calvin Klein bedding. And if you watch Sex and the City, Carrie's boyfriend Berger has the same bedding I have. Except I bought the sheets elsewhere because I need my Egyptian cotton sheets. I just have the comforter. And I need to buy some West Elm pillows.
I'm pretty much finished with my essay. I just call this guy a pompous ass. Here is a sample:
"When an individual quotes one of the great, ancient books, he usually does so to impress his intelligence and importance upon others. In asking his students if they can identify the text from which he quoted the lines, he searches for the intelligent students that may prove themselves to be worthy of his time. Moreover, in comparing himself to the great writer Virgil, he comes across as nothing more than a pompous ass with an over-inflated opinion of himself, or as the ultimate authority on organic chemistry."
It's a short essay. 3 and a half pages. I have 3 and 3/4. I need to do some pruning. On my essay. Not on my pubic hair. Or my hedges. The hedges in my backyard, fool.
Um. Anyway. Im really tempted to say something crass, like, Johnny Depp can swagger up my poop deck any day. Because he does swagger. He swaggers way better than Errol Flynn could ever dream of swaggering. Hes more swashbucklier than any of those guys, its true.
Heh.
Me, to Bastard McBitchypants: Mom thinks Johnny Depps character was a gay pirate.
Mom, overhearing from the next room because shes a Nosy Parker: Think? More like 'know.'
Me: Okay, I can kind of see how he would be a gay pirate.
Mom: Kind of see?? He was flaming!
Yes, so I am in love with Johnny Depp once again. Its 21 Jumpstreet all over again. Johnny, Johnny, why must you break my heart and be with stupid supermodels and skinny French chanteuses who sing annoying, annoying songs? I think its funny that you got the na removed from your Winona Forever tattoo. See? We would be so good for each other. We could be expatriates together! And drink a lot of wine! And have a lot of sex!
Um. Anyway. I dug up some old photographs of me dressed as a pirate, and I dont have a scanner, but Ill see if I cant bring the photos to school and scan them. I had a little moustache drawn on me. And an eye patch. Ive wanted to be a pirate forever. Yo ho, yo ho, its a pirates life for me! It would be so cool. And I would be a bionic pirate. Id have a robotic extendo-hook, and I could have different attachments. I could have a dildo hook. Oh my god, that would rock. I would please the wenches, see?
I want a big pirate-themed tattoo, along with my sexy robot tattoo. But I need to find a nice tattoo artist who will draw me something pretty. And then do my tattoo. Cause Im a big ol novice in the world of skin-inking. I know nothing about nothing.
Im writing this entry in Word because thats what Ive gotten into the habit of doing, and I wont be able to post it until my internet comes back because my new next door neighbors fucked up our phone lines in putting down the sod. Bastards. Well, I ought to get to work on my paper. Poop.
Okay, it's postscript time. The internet is back up. Yayyy!
The DWR on Lincoln Road has opened up, and I'll see what I can do about getting my ass over to the beach to check it out. I hope they have some Meridian lamps by Pablo Pardo, because those are relatively inexpensive. I can spend about thirty bucks on a lamp. That's in my budget. Hmmm... How much are those curtains of light by Pardo? Those are so pretty. I think they're quite a lot. They won awards at some exposition, if memory serves me correctly.
I like these new smileys:
But since I'm going to be a bionic pirate, I will always sign off with this:
Oh, that reminds me. Arrr. That was pretty much the only bit where I rolled my eyes during PoTC. When Geoffrey Rush said, "Arrr!" My god, that man chews up all the scenery in sight. He can't act for a dime. He's always the worst thing about any movie he's in, but fortunately none of the actors sucked a whole lot. Except that kissy-scene at the end was annoying, but it was tempered by Johnny Depp's comments. I love that man. We need to make hot monkey love all night long in Paris.
Tryst is majorly hot, by the way.
Also, Sammy... Well, no major updates. It's still the same. He has good days and bad days, but the boy keeps hanging out on my bed. That kitty loves Calvin Klein bedding. And if you watch Sex and the City, Carrie's boyfriend Berger has the same bedding I have. Except I bought the sheets elsewhere because I need my Egyptian cotton sheets. I just have the comforter. And I need to buy some West Elm pillows.
I'm pretty much finished with my essay. I just call this guy a pompous ass. Here is a sample:
"When an individual quotes one of the great, ancient books, he usually does so to impress his intelligence and importance upon others. In asking his students if they can identify the text from which he quoted the lines, he searches for the intelligent students that may prove themselves to be worthy of his time. Moreover, in comparing himself to the great writer Virgil, he comes across as nothing more than a pompous ass with an over-inflated opinion of himself, or as the ultimate authority on organic chemistry."
It's a short essay. 3 and a half pages. I have 3 and 3/4. I need to do some pruning. On my essay. Not on my pubic hair. Or my hedges. The hedges in my backyard, fool.
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Thanks for yer comments, but... to whom are you referring in your essay? Because anyone who says that Virgil was a great writer is in my opinion a crackholio. IMO (and many an article I've read), he was just writing in order to support Rome's... augh, I want to say manifest destiny but that's really a recent construct, I guess just to justify their actions?
And, to put your statements a bit less eloquently, Johnny Depp is a hottiehothotfuckoramaandiwillhave ALL OF HIS BABIES FOREVER. The end.
That's befucked (like a linuxb0xen) re the ochem dude... ochem's already brutal, no need to have a vicious prof there too
Yay, having intellectually stimulating conversations with you after august 1st! hehe. *jig*