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I've decided stop the friends-only bullshit. It really isn't me and this journal is meant to be read, not locked. Plus I don't want people adding me who don't know anything about me. Yeah, I wrote a paragraph about myself in my "Add me, bitches!", but I think that I'm worth more than a measley two hundred words, no? So here I am, putting my criticisms and raves back out into the public. Are you loving it or what?
I went to see "Hide and Seek" with Britt today. I think we have a serious problem. Every time something really serious or scary happens, everything becomes hilarious. And if we aren't laughing, we just start talking about something else. It's not because we're scared, but more because I think we enjoy being annoyances to everyone. However, tonight was different. WE WERE IN A THEATER WITH OUR PEOPLE. I'm not talking about people I know, either. I'm talking about people who laugh during the scary parts and shout out unnecessary comments about how Dakota Fanning looks mildly retarded or Robert Deniro vaguely resembles the Gordon's fisherman in his yellow coat at a glance. I even caught someone making a crack about Charles Manson that I made shortly before. It was like heaven.
The movie itself was sort of lame. And it ends with a drawing of a little Siamese twin. Your guess is as good as mine.
I'm trying to choose my birthday present for this year. It's about a month away, and I want to give my family the heads-up on the overpriced piece of electronics I would like this year. I really want an iPod, but it's sort of unfair to ask for something that expensive since my mom's paying for my entire trip to Disney for a dance competition with no strings attached. I'm probably going to go with a digital camera, because I'm the only asshole who doesn't have her own, and hence don't have any nice cam-whore pictures of myself or my friends. Except the ones other people take.
Okay, I'm going to go watch Friday Night Stand Up.
I went to see "Hide and Seek" with Britt today. I think we have a serious problem. Every time something really serious or scary happens, everything becomes hilarious. And if we aren't laughing, we just start talking about something else. It's not because we're scared, but more because I think we enjoy being annoyances to everyone. However, tonight was different. WE WERE IN A THEATER WITH OUR PEOPLE. I'm not talking about people I know, either. I'm talking about people who laugh during the scary parts and shout out unnecessary comments about how Dakota Fanning looks mildly retarded or Robert Deniro vaguely resembles the Gordon's fisherman in his yellow coat at a glance. I even caught someone making a crack about Charles Manson that I made shortly before. It was like heaven.
The movie itself was sort of lame. And it ends with a drawing of a little Siamese twin. Your guess is as good as mine.
I'm trying to choose my birthday present for this year. It's about a month away, and I want to give my family the heads-up on the overpriced piece of electronics I would like this year. I really want an iPod, but it's sort of unfair to ask for something that expensive since my mom's paying for my entire trip to Disney for a dance competition with no strings attached. I'm probably going to go with a digital camera, because I'm the only asshole who doesn't have her own, and hence don't have any nice cam-whore pictures of myself or my friends. Except the ones other people take.
Okay, I'm going to go watch Friday Night Stand Up.