Life in General
It's too fucking hot here. I go to bed sweaty and uncomfortable. I wake up in the middle of the night sweaty and uncomfortable. I shower. By the time I'm out of the bathroom and sitting down I'm overheating again. Cooking is miserable because I have to stand near something hot. I'm exhausted because I haven't slept well. I can't wait to start my outdoor labour job tomorrow!
On top of all that I'm worrying myself sick about a myriad of things and as a result I'm pretty fucking miserable. Thankfully I'm just about out of booze and it's way too hot and the prospect of serious dehydration is keeping me from drinking.
I Fucking Hate Michael Bay
I went to see Transformers. Now... I didn't have high expectations going in and I'm glad. Don't get me wrong... I enjoyed parts of it and it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be... But that doesn't mean there weren't parts that pissed me off. First of all, even for a movie aimed at preteens and based on a children's cartoon (which was in turn based on toys) it was badly written. Seriously. The dialogue was painful.
And I swear to god if I see another action sequence full of blurs of action followed by everything suddenly slowing down to increase the drama... I'll fucking kill someone. I swear... every two minutes. Once or twice in a movie. Fine. I can deal with that. But my god.
And Bumblebee is not a god damned Camaro.
I'm done now.
Musicy Stuff
- missed the Deftones last night because I'm broke. Waiting for hearse83 to call me an idiot and rave about how good the show was.
- going to see Rise Against on Wednesday with my littlest brother (he bought the tickets because he's fucking awesome)
- Planes Mistaken For Stars broke up and I'm disappointed because I never got to see them play
- the new Against Me! album is... meh
- I saw a very large man with a bad neck tattoo wearing a Juggalo basketball jersey the other day and it reminded my how violently I hate ICP. Fuck those guys with a nail gun.
Who's the hawk? And who's the dove? It don't matter baby. We're both fucked
It's too fucking hot here. I go to bed sweaty and uncomfortable. I wake up in the middle of the night sweaty and uncomfortable. I shower. By the time I'm out of the bathroom and sitting down I'm overheating again. Cooking is miserable because I have to stand near something hot. I'm exhausted because I haven't slept well. I can't wait to start my outdoor labour job tomorrow!
On top of all that I'm worrying myself sick about a myriad of things and as a result I'm pretty fucking miserable. Thankfully I'm just about out of booze and it's way too hot and the prospect of serious dehydration is keeping me from drinking.
I Fucking Hate Michael Bay
I went to see Transformers. Now... I didn't have high expectations going in and I'm glad. Don't get me wrong... I enjoyed parts of it and it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be... But that doesn't mean there weren't parts that pissed me off. First of all, even for a movie aimed at preteens and based on a children's cartoon (which was in turn based on toys) it was badly written. Seriously. The dialogue was painful.
And I swear to god if I see another action sequence full of blurs of action followed by everything suddenly slowing down to increase the drama... I'll fucking kill someone. I swear... every two minutes. Once or twice in a movie. Fine. I can deal with that. But my god.
And Bumblebee is not a god damned Camaro.
I'm done now.
Musicy Stuff
- missed the Deftones last night because I'm broke. Waiting for hearse83 to call me an idiot and rave about how good the show was.
- going to see Rise Against on Wednesday with my littlest brother (he bought the tickets because he's fucking awesome)
- Planes Mistaken For Stars broke up and I'm disappointed because I never got to see them play
- the new Against Me! album is... meh
- I saw a very large man with a bad neck tattoo wearing a Juggalo basketball jersey the other day and it reminded my how violently I hate ICP. Fuck those guys with a nail gun.
Who's the hawk? And who's the dove? It don't matter baby. We're both fucked
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...and yet, in spite of that (and other things), I actually enjoyed the film. Go figure.
The weather here has been up and down. We get a few days of blistering heat followed by a few days of below average temperatures. Followed by more blistering heat. You get the idea.
Once again I must muse upon the sheer mountain of dollars in which GM must have buried the writers to get all the Autobots written in as GM vehicles. Sigh.