*****edited to add:
Yeah, so i went to blockbuster and got Cecil B Demented, Mulholland Drive, and Amelie. Cicil B, old fav.
Mulholland drive. . love it but i really wanted Lost Highway and they didnt have that so its only a consolation David Lynch movie.
And i've yet to see Amelie. Its one of those movies that i know is going to be good from what certain people have said, but i had this illogical tendency away from it because everybody (especially all the fucking artsy fucking melodramatic twats at my school) was absolutely in love with it and its just my naturaly tendency to resist what i'm surrounded by.
So now, first thing in the morning (i mean at 3:30 PM CST on a saturday) i'm gonna cook me some eggs with worcestershire and tobasco and watch more movies until i do someting productive with my life.
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one more thing. . .the stupid eggs i got from whole food are smaller than i'm used to and i couldnt crack them open with one hand. That pissed me off. And i forgot i havent any bread to make toast to sop up my gooey runny eggs. meh
and now back to your regularly scheduled journal entry*******
So yesterday (thurs) before i went oot i tried to remake my Shady Character shirt. I'm still befuddled by the fact that it got up and walked away on its own, because i dont know how i can lose my favorite shirt. Anyway, i got through the word Shady and the fucking Sharpie ran oot of juice. I got pissed at that.
Then I was "yelled at" for showing up wearing a wide shoulder tank top. . .oh wait, the same shirt in my prof pic. anyway for wearing that and shorts. Fucking cold blooded southeners all bundled up in their "winter" jackets. hehehe
Then i was asked, "Why do you speak in riddles?" I was not aware I do that, but aparently even when i'm not trying to talk circles around people i still do. Oh well. Its amusing either way.
Then i was told i was "really fun"
Then i woke up completely dehydrated from the alchol and the heat. Sat around all day, watched the entire third season of the simpsons, then put on the wretched Weird Al movie UHF to kill time till the simpsons came on TV. Then i watched Guarding Tess. I hate Nick Cage.
I'm aboot to go bathe and drive down to blockbuster and get a bunch of movies and not drink and at some point attempt to kill this disgusting and painfull zit on my fucking lip.
Thats my boring day, and i am obviously bored enough to sit here and type it all oot for you to read.
Yeah, so i went to blockbuster and got Cecil B Demented, Mulholland Drive, and Amelie. Cicil B, old fav.
Mulholland drive. . love it but i really wanted Lost Highway and they didnt have that so its only a consolation David Lynch movie.
And i've yet to see Amelie. Its one of those movies that i know is going to be good from what certain people have said, but i had this illogical tendency away from it because everybody (especially all the fucking artsy fucking melodramatic twats at my school) was absolutely in love with it and its just my naturaly tendency to resist what i'm surrounded by.
So now, first thing in the morning (i mean at 3:30 PM CST on a saturday) i'm gonna cook me some eggs with worcestershire and tobasco and watch more movies until i do someting productive with my life.
*+*+*+*
one more thing. . .the stupid eggs i got from whole food are smaller than i'm used to and i couldnt crack them open with one hand. That pissed me off. And i forgot i havent any bread to make toast to sop up my gooey runny eggs. meh
and now back to your regularly scheduled journal entry*******
So yesterday (thurs) before i went oot i tried to remake my Shady Character shirt. I'm still befuddled by the fact that it got up and walked away on its own, because i dont know how i can lose my favorite shirt. Anyway, i got through the word Shady and the fucking Sharpie ran oot of juice. I got pissed at that.
Then I was "yelled at" for showing up wearing a wide shoulder tank top. . .oh wait, the same shirt in my prof pic. anyway for wearing that and shorts. Fucking cold blooded southeners all bundled up in their "winter" jackets. hehehe
Then i was asked, "Why do you speak in riddles?" I was not aware I do that, but aparently even when i'm not trying to talk circles around people i still do. Oh well. Its amusing either way.
Then i was told i was "really fun"
Then i woke up completely dehydrated from the alchol and the heat. Sat around all day, watched the entire third season of the simpsons, then put on the wretched Weird Al movie UHF to kill time till the simpsons came on TV. Then i watched Guarding Tess. I hate Nick Cage.
I'm aboot to go bathe and drive down to blockbuster and get a bunch of movies and not drink and at some point attempt to kill this disgusting and painfull zit on my fucking lip.
Thats my boring day, and i am obviously bored enough to sit here and type it all oot for you to read.
nicholas cage sucks in this weird way that makes him watchable as a character actor, but insufferable as a leading man. its the basset hound thing, i spose.
i hate it when people comment on yr outfit because it doesn't quite match the weather. "aren't you cold?" *fake sympathy mask of judgement* 'ummm, yes, i am freezing, but i am a masochist and try to push the limits of my endurance with every passing moment. will you please burn me with this hot iron now? i like contrasts."
hahahaha - riddles - you are the sphinx. ooooooooh.
hope yr less bored now. and thank you for the lovely words. i hitcha back yo.