i have a problem
is it wrong that im excited for the "miami vice" movie?
it feels wrong.
i just cant help it, man . . . i love buddy cop movies in the same way that i inexplicably love disaster movies. thats right, i sat through "the core." im not saying i liked it, but i love the genre enough to endure it.
but sometimes my love of buddy cop films bites me right in the scrote, like with "bad boys 2" where the miami PD faces off against the cuban national army . . . and wins. and there's no international crisis.
i just want to know what it is that possesses me to see all these mediocre trite films in the theatres, and to only rent really interesting thought provoking films with my huge late fees account from family video.
the white trash wedding going away party is one week from tonite. it will be good times. between now and then i need to go home, see the fam, clean my car, pack russ's car, go to church, talk to interlochen, clean my room, see people in tc, go to a nine inch nails concert, hang with vster, run d and d, play d and d, write a 20 page research paper that was due almost a year ago, finish and submit my entries to the central review, go to court and contest a speeding ticket, wash every damn dish in my house, clean levi's garage out, find dry firewood, get the keg and the kareokee machine, talk toby into making jello shots (please?), find a place for like 20 of my friends to stay the nite, and write a last will and testament.
just kidding. i dont have any stuff worth giving away, except maybe an impressive collection of ratty and faded black band tees.
seriously, im going to be more productive in this one week than i have been all semester.
like that takes much.
it feels wrong.
i just cant help it, man . . . i love buddy cop movies in the same way that i inexplicably love disaster movies. thats right, i sat through "the core." im not saying i liked it, but i love the genre enough to endure it.
but sometimes my love of buddy cop films bites me right in the scrote, like with "bad boys 2" where the miami PD faces off against the cuban national army . . . and wins. and there's no international crisis.
i just want to know what it is that possesses me to see all these mediocre trite films in the theatres, and to only rent really interesting thought provoking films with my huge late fees account from family video.
the white trash wedding going away party is one week from tonite. it will be good times. between now and then i need to go home, see the fam, clean my car, pack russ's car, go to church, talk to interlochen, clean my room, see people in tc, go to a nine inch nails concert, hang with vster, run d and d, play d and d, write a 20 page research paper that was due almost a year ago, finish and submit my entries to the central review, go to court and contest a speeding ticket, wash every damn dish in my house, clean levi's garage out, find dry firewood, get the keg and the kareokee machine, talk toby into making jello shots (please?), find a place for like 20 of my friends to stay the nite, and write a last will and testament.
just kidding. i dont have any stuff worth giving away, except maybe an impressive collection of ratty and faded black band tees.
seriously, im going to be more productive in this one week than i have been all semester.
like that takes much.