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tenlittlebullets) wrote2003-07-14 10:33 am
tenlittlebullets) wrote2003-07-14 10:33 am
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
Just saw Pirates of the Carribean last night. Five minutes out of the theater and I was completely utterly convinced: Captain Jack Sparrow is having a secret, sordid affair with Will Turner.
Other than that, the movie was okay. Eye candy, mostly, but it was fun and it leaves you feeling good despite the mushy romantic crapola.
Redid my hair last night with the help of one of the annoying poserbitches. I got smurfed again, but not as badly... mostly it's just the back of my neck and around my eyes, which makes it look like I didn't get enough sleep.
I got The Poster. Yessss. It's currently hanging right next to my bed and I spent fifteen minutes this morning ogling it without even realising that it was almost time for lineup.
Waaah... Tracy... stupid traffic, she got held up and arrived at the meeting place about thirty seconds after I gave up and wandered off to the Great Bear. Spent about an hour in line--Hershey Park on a Saturday, whaddya expect--and spent most of that hour talking to random strangers about Harry Potter. Perhaps it was because they saw my Slytherin shirt? Hehe. Had a screaming match with a girl on the bus--"GRYFFINDOR!" "NO! SLYTHERIN!" "GRYFFINDOR!" "SLYTHERIN, YOU STUPID GRYFFINDORK!"
Oog, the food in Hershey Park is way too good. Even though their candy shop sucks, which is rather ironic considering it's supposed to be "the sweetest place on earth." But the waffle fries? God.
... I think I'm turning the keyboard blue with my evil dye-fingers. Better stop typing.
Other than that, the movie was okay. Eye candy, mostly, but it was fun and it leaves you feeling good despite the mushy romantic crapola.
Redid my hair last night with the help of one of the annoying poserbitches. I got smurfed again, but not as badly... mostly it's just the back of my neck and around my eyes, which makes it look like I didn't get enough sleep.
I got The Poster. Yessss. It's currently hanging right next to my bed and I spent fifteen minutes this morning ogling it without even realising that it was almost time for lineup.
Waaah... Tracy... stupid traffic, she got held up and arrived at the meeting place about thirty seconds after I gave up and wandered off to the Great Bear. Spent about an hour in line--Hershey Park on a Saturday, whaddya expect--and spent most of that hour talking to random strangers about Harry Potter. Perhaps it was because they saw my Slytherin shirt? Hehe. Had a screaming match with a girl on the bus--"GRYFFINDOR!" "NO! SLYTHERIN!" "GRYFFINDOR!" "SLYTHERIN, YOU STUPID GRYFFINDORK!"
Oog, the food in Hershey Park is way too good. Even though their candy shop sucks, which is rather ironic considering it's supposed to be "the sweetest place on earth." But the waffle fries? God.
... I think I'm turning the keyboard blue with my evil dye-fingers. Better stop typing.