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Showing posts with label creepy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label creepy. Show all posts
Sunday, October 04, 2009
O_o
Saturday, August 15, 2009
H-e-double toothpicks!! Ha ha ha!
James Patterson kind of disgusts me.
He thinks he's a much better writer than he really is.
"Maximum Ride" makes me too angry.
I somehow used to love it.
I somehow used to love a lot of things, though, so this isn't that surprising.
Ugh. He's so smug.
Max irritates the crap out of me.
And I'm tired of the whole "save the planet" theme.
Max is pulling a Bella Swan, too, which is always fun.
"I love Fang...wait, no I don't! Let's make out, Fang...no wait, I changed my mind! I hate you...but I hate your redheaded girlfriend more!"
Fun stuff. I'm trying to get through "Max" as quickly as possible.
"House of Leaves" is giving me the creeps - and I'm barely 30 pages in!!
I literally stared at my closet last night for hours, just in case something in there was waiting for me.
Then I fell asleep and had weird dreams.
Like this one: my high school decided to put on "Les Miserables" and I had the part of Valjean, but didn't know any of my lines.
So I just improvised the entire time.
I walked into a spider's web today. Grossest feeling ever.
I sort of miss being tall and lanky.
Yep, still "tall".
Lanky, tho, not so much.
Woohoo, body dysmorhpia!
I'll be throwing up if you need me.
He thinks he's a much better writer than he really is.
"Maximum Ride" makes me too angry.
I somehow used to love it.
I somehow used to love a lot of things, though, so this isn't that surprising.
Ugh. He's so smug.
Max irritates the crap out of me.
And I'm tired of the whole "save the planet" theme.
Max is pulling a Bella Swan, too, which is always fun.
"I love Fang...wait, no I don't! Let's make out, Fang...no wait, I changed my mind! I hate you...but I hate your redheaded girlfriend more!"
Fun stuff. I'm trying to get through "Max" as quickly as possible.
"House of Leaves" is giving me the creeps - and I'm barely 30 pages in!!
I literally stared at my closet last night for hours, just in case something in there was waiting for me.
Then I fell asleep and had weird dreams.
Like this one: my high school decided to put on "Les Miserables" and I had the part of Valjean, but didn't know any of my lines.
So I just improvised the entire time.
I walked into a spider's web today. Grossest feeling ever.
I sort of miss being tall and lanky.
Yep, still "tall".
Lanky, tho, not so much.
Woohoo, body dysmorhpia!
I'll be throwing up if you need me.
Friday, August 07, 2009
How bout 8 pounds of cake?
Ha. Jim Gaffigan.
I know bagels are equivalent to 5 pieces of bread, but they're also delicious.
Well, the one I just ate wasn't. It was a little too...sweet.
And it was a plain bagel, not cinnamon or anything, so it the sweetness seemed out of place. Curse you, Sara Lee!
I can't seem to find cinnamon bagels. Not cinnamon raisin, just plain old cinnamon.
And I know they exist, because Mrs. Hamblet bought us a bunch and I ate at least 4.
But that's okay. They were mini bagels.
My mom and I watched "Once Upon a Mattress".
Too cute.
A mute king discussing the birds and the bees with his 40-year-old son?
All the possibilities...
Zooey Deschanel getting knocked up by the guy from "Glee"?
Oh dear. Can't say she didn't deserve it.
My favorite part was the wizard pretending to be the Nightingale of Samarkand.
"Ka ka ka ka ka, ka ka ka ka ka."
And then he got angry!
"KA KA KA, KA KA, KA KA KA, KA KAAAAAAAA!"
He was so cute, on his little swing!
But not as cute as the king, who was an adorable old man until he got his voice back.
Oh dear, I've spoiled the ending. Rats. Might as well spoil everything else.
It wasn't the pea!
It was jousting equipment!
I'm rereading the Harry Potter series for the millionth times.
Meanwhile, I'm trying to make headway in "Les Miserables" (I should just give up), while revisiting the "Peaches" trio and slogging my way through the new Maximum Ride (I really don't want to...curse you, James Patterson, and your political agenda).
The dog is exhausted. We took a long walk, and she got in a fight with a retriever puppy twice her size. But she won, which is all that matters.
I know bagels are equivalent to 5 pieces of bread, but they're also delicious.
Well, the one I just ate wasn't. It was a little too...sweet.
And it was a plain bagel, not cinnamon or anything, so it the sweetness seemed out of place. Curse you, Sara Lee!
I can't seem to find cinnamon bagels. Not cinnamon raisin, just plain old cinnamon.
And I know they exist, because Mrs. Hamblet bought us a bunch and I ate at least 4.
But that's okay. They were mini bagels.
My mom and I watched "Once Upon a Mattress".
Too cute.
A mute king discussing the birds and the bees with his 40-year-old son?
All the possibilities...
Zooey Deschanel getting knocked up by the guy from "Glee"?
Oh dear. Can't say she didn't deserve it.
My favorite part was the wizard pretending to be the Nightingale of Samarkand.
"Ka ka ka ka ka, ka ka ka ka ka."
And then he got angry!
"KA KA KA, KA KA, KA KA KA, KA KAAAAAAAA!"
He was so cute, on his little swing!
But not as cute as the king, who was an adorable old man until he got his voice back.
Oh dear, I've spoiled the ending. Rats. Might as well spoil everything else.
It wasn't the pea!
It was jousting equipment!
I'm rereading the Harry Potter series for the millionth times.
Meanwhile, I'm trying to make headway in "Les Miserables" (I should just give up), while revisiting the "Peaches" trio and slogging my way through the new Maximum Ride (I really don't want to...curse you, James Patterson, and your political agenda).
The dog is exhausted. We took a long walk, and she got in a fight with a retriever puppy twice her size. But she won, which is all that matters.
Thursday, July 09, 2009
Aw, fudge.
Mmmm, fudge sounds goooooood.
I took my driver's test today...aaaaaaaand it didn't go so well.
It wasn't even like, "Oh, you missed it by this much!" I failed miserably.
And I knew it.
First thing on the test: PARALLEL PARKING.
I'd had five people tell me it wouldn't be on the test, but I guess I didn't read the pamphlet thoroughly enough, because I had to do it.
That was the first thing I did wrong.
I hit a cone, then tried to pull into the parking spot, but ended up parking NEXT to the spot.
I was completely parallel, too. How did that happen?
So I tried again.
Another epic failure.
My driving instructor, a really nice Guamanean lady, sighed and wearily asked me to re-enter traffic.
Which I did.
For the rest of the test I did fine. I'm a good driver.
Sort of.
Then I had to back around a corner.
I thought I understood her instructions, but apparently I wasn't listening hard enough or my brain malfunctioned, because an instant after she said them I forgot. I started turning my wheels every which way, bumping into the curb, ramming into brick walls, and asking, "Wait, you want me to turn into the driveway? Straight line into the driveway? Oh, turn RIGHT!" So I turned my car left.
She sighed again and asked me to re-enter traffic without killing anybody, which I managed to do.
The atmosphere of the car wasn't a hopeful one. A dark cloud hung over the Le Sabre and her body language boded ill.
But she was really nice about it.
Ed would have berated me and explained every little thing I did wrong and what a bad driver I was, compared to him and every other teenager out there.
Actually, that's kind of what she did.
But the WAY she did it wasn't as mean.
So she left and my dad came back and I had another big fight with him (we'd had one coming into the parking lot, when he decided constructive criticism was the best way to go - right before my test!!!).
He wanted me to go inside the DOL and renew my permit.
At this point, after *cough cough* bravely listening to my instructor tell me just how badly I failed, I couldn't take it anymore was bawling like a baby.
And my dad expected me to go inside, red-eyed and tear-stained, to smile for my permit picture.
That didn't go over well.
So he yelled a lot and I cried and might have cussed him out.
Correction: I did cuss him out.
Which he let go. I was a little surprised. I've never been grounded, but for what I said, I probably should have been.
It was bad.
But my mom bought me flavored Tootsie rolls and let me chill out and get away from people for a little while.
So Tie and I went on a long walk.
We were greatly cheered by cheery mechanics, cute old people, and skeevy old bikers.
The Lance Armstrong kind, not the tough leather-clad variety.
This one rode by me at least 5 times.
The last time he called out, "Good morning," and smirked heartily.
It cracked me up, but I couldn't figure out his motives.
Was he checking me out (unlikely) or trying to prove that he was so much faster than A GIRL WALKING HER DOG?
Congratulations! You can bike 2 miles faster than I can walk them! Good for you! By the way, I'M 16!!!!
He was at least 30.
Maybe even 40.
Ew.
I took my driver's test today...aaaaaaaand it didn't go so well.
It wasn't even like, "Oh, you missed it by this much!" I failed miserably.
And I knew it.
First thing on the test: PARALLEL PARKING.
I'd had five people tell me it wouldn't be on the test, but I guess I didn't read the pamphlet thoroughly enough, because I had to do it.
That was the first thing I did wrong.
I hit a cone, then tried to pull into the parking spot, but ended up parking NEXT to the spot.
I was completely parallel, too. How did that happen?
So I tried again.
Another epic failure.
My driving instructor, a really nice Guamanean lady, sighed and wearily asked me to re-enter traffic.
Which I did.
For the rest of the test I did fine. I'm a good driver.
Sort of.
Then I had to back around a corner.
I thought I understood her instructions, but apparently I wasn't listening hard enough or my brain malfunctioned, because an instant after she said them I forgot. I started turning my wheels every which way, bumping into the curb, ramming into brick walls, and asking, "Wait, you want me to turn into the driveway? Straight line into the driveway? Oh, turn RIGHT!" So I turned my car left.
She sighed again and asked me to re-enter traffic without killing anybody, which I managed to do.
The atmosphere of the car wasn't a hopeful one. A dark cloud hung over the Le Sabre and her body language boded ill.
But she was really nice about it.
Ed would have berated me and explained every little thing I did wrong and what a bad driver I was, compared to him and every other teenager out there.
Actually, that's kind of what she did.
But the WAY she did it wasn't as mean.
So she left and my dad came back and I had another big fight with him (we'd had one coming into the parking lot, when he decided constructive criticism was the best way to go - right before my test!!!).
He wanted me to go inside the DOL and renew my permit.
At this point, after *cough cough* bravely listening to my instructor tell me just how badly I failed, I couldn't take it anymore was bawling like a baby.
And my dad expected me to go inside, red-eyed and tear-stained, to smile for my permit picture.
That didn't go over well.
So he yelled a lot and I cried and might have cussed him out.
Correction: I did cuss him out.
Which he let go. I was a little surprised. I've never been grounded, but for what I said, I probably should have been.
It was bad.
But my mom bought me flavored Tootsie rolls and let me chill out and get away from people for a little while.
So Tie and I went on a long walk.
We were greatly cheered by cheery mechanics, cute old people, and skeevy old bikers.
The Lance Armstrong kind, not the tough leather-clad variety.
This one rode by me at least 5 times.
The last time he called out, "Good morning," and smirked heartily.
It cracked me up, but I couldn't figure out his motives.
Was he checking me out (unlikely) or trying to prove that he was so much faster than A GIRL WALKING HER DOG?
Congratulations! You can bike 2 miles faster than I can walk them! Good for you! By the way, I'M 16!!!!
He was at least 30.
Maybe even 40.
Ew.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Gladiators wore Jimmy Choos?
Running in flip-flops should be an Olympic Event.
Seriously.
There was this creepy man I saw when talking Tie on a walk who was sitting on his steps reading a magazine wearing nothing but a flimsy pair of cotton shorts (??), and he got up really fast when he saw me, so I sort of freaked out and was like, "Let's run to the park, Tie!"
And now he's probably like, "Do I really look that bad in my shorts?"
Seriously.
There was this creepy man I saw when talking Tie on a walk who was sitting on his steps reading a magazine wearing nothing but a flimsy pair of cotton shorts (??), and he got up really fast when he saw me, so I sort of freaked out and was like, "Let's run to the park, Tie!"
And now he's probably like, "Do I really look that bad in my shorts?"
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
You should have gone to the prom with me, Natty.
EW EW EW EW EW Sean Astin is SOOO CREEPY!!! He's the killer in "Mr. Monk, At Your Service", and he has the ugliest haircut. Why is it that he plays the same character in EVERY MOVIE? It's like Sam Gamgee every time. My mom saw this movie with him and said he was very hobbitish there, too. Agh, but he was so WEIRD AND CREEPY!!! He kept hitting on Natalie. "If things with you and your boyfriend don't work out..." "You should have gone to the prom with me, Natty."
And the 911 call??? Sooooo obvious.
Experimental ice cream cake the Rachael Ray way didn't work out too well. Probably because the cake wasn't all the way cooled, so the ice cream melted. It still tasted good, though.
And the 911 call??? Sooooo obvious.
Experimental ice cream cake the Rachael Ray way didn't work out too well. Probably because the cake wasn't all the way cooled, so the ice cream melted. It still tasted good, though.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
"God Wants You to Shine" was pretty spectacular. The creepy drummer guy tries to rape Faith in a bathroom, but she runs away and her little brother protects her. It was so sweet. Then later he (the brother) gives her his autographed Yankees baseball and is all, "Whenever you look at that baseball, I want you to know I've got your back."
But she gives it back and he gleefully accepts it.
Nellie is still a horrible friend, but then she realizes that what goes on between Faith and Niles is NONE OF HER BUSINESS, and then she gets burned big time by Ethan, so Faith stays friends with her.
They adopt Faith's cousin Belle, too, because her mom got in a car accident, like in "Raising Helen" (only unlike that movie, the mom doesn't die...and they never say what happened to the dad). But they seperate Belle from her brothers...what's up with that?
INFP.
Anyways, NILES!!!!!! He just randomly comes up to Faith one day and is all, "Well, I'm going to be honest with you. I really like you. I think about you all the time. I know all of your schedule, and show up all the time in the halls."
!!!!!!!!!!!
Kind of creepy, but what teenage guy would have the balls to say that to someone's FACE?
But Faith is like, "Well, I want to still be friends with Nellie, so I can't be with you." Then she runs away.
But later, she's like, "Niles, are you dating anyone else, because I'm sort of in love with you," and Niles is all, "Sweet!!"
But they're not going out or anything.
Yet.
Faith is KIND of a Christy Miller, but a lot better and more relatable.
And she's not dating a surfer named Todd, thank goodness.
Yeah, that's how I spent my morning.
There was an article in Christianity Today that was like, "How do we save Christian bookstores? Stop making them so religious!"
So true.
But she gives it back and he gleefully accepts it.
Nellie is still a horrible friend, but then she realizes that what goes on between Faith and Niles is NONE OF HER BUSINESS, and then she gets burned big time by Ethan, so Faith stays friends with her.
They adopt Faith's cousin Belle, too, because her mom got in a car accident, like in "Raising Helen" (only unlike that movie, the mom doesn't die...and they never say what happened to the dad). But they seperate Belle from her brothers...what's up with that?
INFP.
Anyways, NILES!!!!!! He just randomly comes up to Faith one day and is all, "Well, I'm going to be honest with you. I really like you. I think about you all the time. I know all of your schedule, and show up all the time in the halls."
!!!!!!!!!!!
Kind of creepy, but what teenage guy would have the balls to say that to someone's FACE?
But Faith is like, "Well, I want to still be friends with Nellie, so I can't be with you." Then she runs away.
But later, she's like, "Niles, are you dating anyone else, because I'm sort of in love with you," and Niles is all, "Sweet!!"
But they're not going out or anything.
Yet.
Faith is KIND of a Christy Miller, but a lot better and more relatable.
And she's not dating a surfer named Todd, thank goodness.
Yeah, that's how I spent my morning.
There was an article in Christianity Today that was like, "How do we save Christian bookstores? Stop making them so religious!"
So true.
Friday, April 18, 2008
This is no place to try and live my life
Have you ever realized that you seem a certain (negative) way to some people, and feel badly that they think of you like that, but do nothing to change their minds?
For example, if you came off as a really intolerant or snobby individual, and people look down on you or think badly of you, but you're not REALLY intolerant OR snobby (intentionally) how many of you would actually make an effort to be nicer?
My dad thinks watching wrestling while playing hymns on the flute is sort of sacreligious. How could it be; there was wrestling the in the Bible!
I got the second Faith Thomas book at the library. Nellie is such a horrible friend! "You've got to choose me or Niles. I'm going to let you think about it, and you can tell me tomorrow. Bye!" And she's thinking about "taking the next step" with a boy named Ethan. ETHAN?? What happened to Trevor Fish? The one she cried over at the homecoming dance? Whatever. Joy broke her nose and hurt her foot, apparently. Ew, some 20-year-old drummer is all, "Oh, gosh, are you Jake Thomas' younger sister?" She's his daughter!!! But Faith totally falls for it.
"Take On Me" by A-Ha is the best song in the entire world.
Except when the Jonas Brothers try it.
OMG, and "Forever Young", from Napoleon Dynamite!
For example, if you came off as a really intolerant or snobby individual, and people look down on you or think badly of you, but you're not REALLY intolerant OR snobby (intentionally) how many of you would actually make an effort to be nicer?
My dad thinks watching wrestling while playing hymns on the flute is sort of sacreligious. How could it be; there was wrestling the in the Bible!
I got the second Faith Thomas book at the library. Nellie is such a horrible friend! "You've got to choose me or Niles. I'm going to let you think about it, and you can tell me tomorrow. Bye!" And she's thinking about "taking the next step" with a boy named Ethan. ETHAN?? What happened to Trevor Fish? The one she cried over at the homecoming dance? Whatever. Joy broke her nose and hurt her foot, apparently. Ew, some 20-year-old drummer is all, "Oh, gosh, are you Jake Thomas' younger sister?" She's his daughter!!! But Faith totally falls for it.
"Take On Me" by A-Ha is the best song in the entire world.
Except when the Jonas Brothers try it.
OMG, and "Forever Young", from Napoleon Dynamite!
Sunday, March 23, 2008
It's Easter day, let's clap our hands, clap our hands, clap our hands.
Lachlan was singing, so I had to write it down.
"The Final Warning" was VERY disappointing.
Don't get me wrong, Max is as charming and clever as ever, but it got really preachy about global warning, and I got really tired of the whole, "I'm 14 and have faced tougher life challenges than you," thing, and to listen to her complain about not having a stable family wasn't fun, either.
Then the flock members started getting new powers galore!!! Iggy can see and tell colors (even though he's blind!!)!! Nudge can call metal objects to her!! Angel can be adorable at will! Fang can blend in with his surroundings!! And the Gasman can make mega farts!!!
Surprisingly, Max has no new powers.
I don't know, it seems kind of Mary Sue-ish. Something that Christopher Paolini would try to pull off, not James Patterson.
But I've been wrong before.
And I thought there would be resolution, loose ends would be tied, Fang and Max would quit being morons and act like they like each other.
Also, since the Voice turns out NOT to be Jeb (whaaaat? Way to change your mind, James), Total gets REALLY annoying, and the Faxness goes nowhere.
They kiss ONCE. And Max is like, "I like it...NOT!" She runs away and they never speak again.
Then Fang starts hanging out with Brigid, a 21-YEAR-OLD SCIENTIST. 21!!! AND SHE'S HITTING ON HIM!!! THAT IS SO ILLEGAL!!!! Of course, Max is jealous, and starts writing POETRY.
Poetry. *shakes head*
Fang keeps up his lame blog. I'm sorry, but I've never liked it. He even admits to being an emo. The whole dark and brooding thing? Yeah, not so attractive anymore.
And there's going to be a sequel. The ending just SCREAMED for one. Darn. I guess that's cool, but if the next one gets preachy about gun control and the right to choose, I might just self mutilate.
"The Final Warning" was VERY disappointing.
Don't get me wrong, Max is as charming and clever as ever, but it got really preachy about global warning, and I got really tired of the whole, "I'm 14 and have faced tougher life challenges than you," thing, and to listen to her complain about not having a stable family wasn't fun, either.
Then the flock members started getting new powers galore!!! Iggy can see and tell colors (even though he's blind!!)!! Nudge can call metal objects to her!! Angel can be adorable at will! Fang can blend in with his surroundings!! And the Gasman can make mega farts!!!
Surprisingly, Max has no new powers.
I don't know, it seems kind of Mary Sue-ish. Something that Christopher Paolini would try to pull off, not James Patterson.
But I've been wrong before.
And I thought there would be resolution, loose ends would be tied, Fang and Max would quit being morons and act like they like each other.
Also, since the Voice turns out NOT to be Jeb (whaaaat? Way to change your mind, James), Total gets REALLY annoying, and the Faxness goes nowhere.
They kiss ONCE. And Max is like, "I like it...NOT!" She runs away and they never speak again.
Then Fang starts hanging out with Brigid, a 21-YEAR-OLD SCIENTIST. 21!!! AND SHE'S HITTING ON HIM!!! THAT IS SO ILLEGAL!!!! Of course, Max is jealous, and starts writing POETRY.
Poetry. *shakes head*
Fang keeps up his lame blog. I'm sorry, but I've never liked it. He even admits to being an emo. The whole dark and brooding thing? Yeah, not so attractive anymore.
And there's going to be a sequel. The ending just SCREAMED for one. Darn. I guess that's cool, but if the next one gets preachy about gun control and the right to choose, I might just self mutilate.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Patrick Stump's dad is an actor?
Major spoilers for National Treasure 2. If you care. Which you shouldn't. Because it REALLY sucked. Seriously. These spoilers could save your life. And your wallet. Is this movie worth $7.50? I think not.
Dang it, Nathan!!! He saw "National Treasure 2: Book of Secrets" with his friends and said it was AWESOME, so my mom took me to see it on base, and it pretty much sucked.
AAAAARGH, Helen Mirren (statement revised due to complaints made by the author's mother) has larger bosoms than I do!!! They're all taut and apple-y like they're supposed to be in the prime of your youth! And she's like 80!!! She and Jon Voight have absolutely NO chemistry whatsoever. She's a pretty good actress (kind of creepy....), but Jon Voight wasn't even trying. How is he Angelina Jolie's father??? Argh, he annoys me, and he never realized his phone had been cloned.
Nicolas Cage can't act, either, and he has a widow's peak. Not that that's a bad thing. Ian Mckellan (sp?) has one, too, but he's a better actor.
I never liked that stupid Abigail girl. I kept screaming internally, "DITCH HER! DITCH HER!"
Riley was probably the best character. Added semi-obvious-but-still-fairly-funny comic relief. And he's still pretty cute.
OMG, opening scene when John Wilkes Booth propositions Thomas Gates? Wait, let me rephrase that, because that statement sounded sexual. Whatever, I'll leave it. But you know that scene? Am I the only one who finds Thomas Gates really attractive??? He looked like an older 1856 version of Patrick Stump. Too bad he died after 5 minutes. At least he saved his country. His son was super annoying, as are all little boys in action movies. Or any movie.
Waaaait, I'm still confused; how did finding the City of Gold prove that Thomas Gates wasn't a conspirator in the assassination of Abraham Lincoln? City of Gold...diary page with Thomas Gates' name on it...ABSOLUTELY NO CORRELATION.
And the bad guy? Way too Southern for my taste. And how did he go, in the last few minutes, from, "Ben Gates must sacrifice himself or I'll kill his girlfriend," to, "I'll sacrifice myself to save you, your parents, your pretty cute/nerdy assistant, and your girlfriend as long as you give me credit for finding the City of Gold." And he gets crushed by the door? And you see his body? But they wanted the door closed? And his body got in the way? MAKES NO SENSE!
And the City of Gold suddenly has no water/waterfalls once the President is on the scene? Ooooookay.
EW, Randy Travis was at the president's birthday party!!! I would NOT have voted that guy into the Oval Office. He was probably a Democrat, lol. But as soon as I saw Randy Travis, I kept thinking about "The Wager", and how saving a little boy from his mom's abusive boyfriend was MORE IMPORTANT THAN WINNING AN OSCAR!!!!
"I'm sorry I screwed your entire family over, Benjamin Gates, but I wanted to make my mark on history."
The clues didn't really make any sense in this one. And the action was pretty lame, because Nicolas Cage was always the last one and they'd be like, "He won't make it," but it's Nicolas Cage, and without him, THERE IS NO MOVIE.
So yeah, I pretty much loved it. Sort of. I'd buy the DVD just for the opening scene and Patrick Stump's dad.
Enough of that.
There was a study session at Jessica's house today, and her dog randomly licked us and slapped Kevin's butt??? But we got a lot of the math packet done. And then we harassed Connor and ate pizza.
Kedino!!
Is there a reason people think Noon Day Sun is a rap group??? Three emolicious girls with guitars and a Pete Wentzish bass player don't exactly scream, "Hip-hop."
I just used the word emolicious.
I'm going to hell.
Pretty much.
I bought a Brian Dixen band CD!!!
Dang it, Nathan!!! He saw "National Treasure 2: Book of Secrets" with his friends and said it was AWESOME, so my mom took me to see it on base, and it pretty much sucked.
AAAAARGH, Helen Mirren (statement revised due to complaints made by the author's mother) has larger bosoms than I do!!! They're all taut and apple-y like they're supposed to be in the prime of your youth! And she's like 80!!! She and Jon Voight have absolutely NO chemistry whatsoever. She's a pretty good actress (kind of creepy....), but Jon Voight wasn't even trying. How is he Angelina Jolie's father??? Argh, he annoys me, and he never realized his phone had been cloned.
Nicolas Cage can't act, either, and he has a widow's peak. Not that that's a bad thing. Ian Mckellan (sp?) has one, too, but he's a better actor.
I never liked that stupid Abigail girl. I kept screaming internally, "DITCH HER! DITCH HER!"
Riley was probably the best character. Added semi-obvious-but-still-fairly-funny comic relief. And he's still pretty cute.
OMG, opening scene when John Wilkes Booth propositions Thomas Gates? Wait, let me rephrase that, because that statement sounded sexual. Whatever, I'll leave it. But you know that scene? Am I the only one who finds Thomas Gates really attractive??? He looked like an older 1856 version of Patrick Stump. Too bad he died after 5 minutes. At least he saved his country. His son was super annoying, as are all little boys in action movies. Or any movie.
Waaaait, I'm still confused; how did finding the City of Gold prove that Thomas Gates wasn't a conspirator in the assassination of Abraham Lincoln? City of Gold...diary page with Thomas Gates' name on it...ABSOLUTELY NO CORRELATION.
And the bad guy? Way too Southern for my taste. And how did he go, in the last few minutes, from, "Ben Gates must sacrifice himself or I'll kill his girlfriend," to, "I'll sacrifice myself to save you, your parents, your pretty cute/nerdy assistant, and your girlfriend as long as you give me credit for finding the City of Gold." And he gets crushed by the door? And you see his body? But they wanted the door closed? And his body got in the way? MAKES NO SENSE!
And the City of Gold suddenly has no water/waterfalls once the President is on the scene? Ooooookay.
EW, Randy Travis was at the president's birthday party!!! I would NOT have voted that guy into the Oval Office. He was probably a Democrat, lol. But as soon as I saw Randy Travis, I kept thinking about "The Wager", and how saving a little boy from his mom's abusive boyfriend was MORE IMPORTANT THAN WINNING AN OSCAR!!!!
"I'm sorry I screwed your entire family over, Benjamin Gates, but I wanted to make my mark on history."
The clues didn't really make any sense in this one. And the action was pretty lame, because Nicolas Cage was always the last one and they'd be like, "He won't make it," but it's Nicolas Cage, and without him, THERE IS NO MOVIE.
So yeah, I pretty much loved it. Sort of. I'd buy the DVD just for the opening scene and Patrick Stump's dad.
Enough of that.
There was a study session at Jessica's house today, and her dog randomly licked us and slapped Kevin's butt??? But we got a lot of the math packet done. And then we harassed Connor and ate pizza.
Kedino!!
Is there a reason people think Noon Day Sun is a rap group??? Three emolicious girls with guitars and a Pete Wentzish bass player don't exactly scream, "Hip-hop."
I just used the word emolicious.
I'm going to hell.
Pretty much.
I bought a Brian Dixen band CD!!!
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Contradicted by underwear
Yeah. So last night wasn't so bad. I still can't dance, tho. Yeaaaah. :( And I missed "Girlfriend" and "Makes Me Wonder" because I was busy talking to my dad. All he did was man the inflatable slide for 3 hours. :P Sounds...fun. Agh. I hate inflatables so much. I honestly cannot stand them. Hate hate hate.
Um um um um dogs.
A guy in my science class was hitting on me. It was pretty weird/uncomfortable/stalkery.
Do do do.
My dad bought me a Snickers and some Sprite. He can't tell the difference between Sprite and Sierra Mist. There's a huge difference.
I woke up like an hour ago. Sad.
I was playing Donkey Kong Country but I can't figure out how to jump off the vines. Seriously. It's sad, but I can't do it. WHAT BUTTON DO YOU PRESS???
Dad was talking to Nathan for like a long time, but not on his cellphone, so I was telling him to get off, and he thought I wanted to talk to Nathan. No. I mean, he didn't know how to beat Yoshi Island 3. He's dead to me. Sort of. Yeah. HOW DO YOU JUMP OFF THAT STUPID CLIFF??
So I'll just sit here and play Donkey Kong and Mario and read Pony Pals and stuff all day long. Hurray for Saturdays and Carebear underwear.
Um um um um dogs.
A guy in my science class was hitting on me. It was pretty weird/uncomfortable/stalkery.
Do do do.
My dad bought me a Snickers and some Sprite. He can't tell the difference between Sprite and Sierra Mist. There's a huge difference.
I woke up like an hour ago. Sad.
I was playing Donkey Kong Country but I can't figure out how to jump off the vines. Seriously. It's sad, but I can't do it. WHAT BUTTON DO YOU PRESS???
Dad was talking to Nathan for like a long time, but not on his cellphone, so I was telling him to get off, and he thought I wanted to talk to Nathan. No. I mean, he didn't know how to beat Yoshi Island 3. He's dead to me. Sort of. Yeah. HOW DO YOU JUMP OFF THAT STUPID CLIFF??
So I'll just sit here and play Donkey Kong and Mario and read Pony Pals and stuff all day long. Hurray for Saturdays and Carebear underwear.
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