*Dies Laughing*
Didn't do much today except did some packing for college. Just two more days.
Had lunch with Mom, and later we went to the dollar show and saw Lady In The Water.
I was pleasantly surprised by it turning out to be good, since I'd heard so many mixed reviews, and also a lot of reviews that kind of boiled down to something along the lines of: "It's really good, if you're a certain kind of person". It was freaking strange, but at times funny and very interesting and moving. Symbolic. And yeah, a bit creepy. I don't know what crazy writer crack M. Night Shyamalan is on, man, but it is some potent stuff. Like a trippy Stephen King, you're left to wonder: what is the inside of his head like, that he could come up with this stuff? It was also well-acted (I thought), and I would normally say something about Paul Giamatti...
But after last night's post, I...probably shouldn't.
That was the highlight of my day, actually. Re-reading last night's drunk post to see what the hell I said.
I seriously about killed myself laughing. What the hell. It's the longest, randomest, most stream-of-conscious-following babble post ever. I mean, there's a part where I start talking about the alphabet songs from kindergarden, for chrissakes.
If any of you guys haven't read it yet, you totally should, because it is just freaking ridiculous. I sound like I'm on complete and utter crack.
Let it never be said that I'm adverse to laughing at myself when I deserve it. And this is one time when I am very sure I most definitely do.
Had lunch with Mom, and later we went to the dollar show and saw Lady In The Water.
I was pleasantly surprised by it turning out to be good, since I'd heard so many mixed reviews, and also a lot of reviews that kind of boiled down to something along the lines of: "It's really good, if you're a certain kind of person". It was freaking strange, but at times funny and very interesting and moving. Symbolic. And yeah, a bit creepy. I don't know what crazy writer crack M. Night Shyamalan is on, man, but it is some potent stuff. Like a trippy Stephen King, you're left to wonder: what is the inside of his head like, that he could come up with this stuff? It was also well-acted (I thought), and I would normally say something about Paul Giamatti...
But after last night's post, I...probably shouldn't.
That was the highlight of my day, actually. Re-reading last night's drunk post to see what the hell I said.
I seriously about killed myself laughing. What the hell. It's the longest, randomest, most stream-of-conscious-following babble post ever. I mean, there's a part where I start talking about the alphabet songs from kindergarden, for chrissakes.
If any of you guys haven't read it yet, you totally should, because it is just freaking ridiculous. I sound like I'm on complete and utter crack.
Let it never be said that I'm adverse to laughing at myself when I deserve it. And this is one time when I am very sure I most definitely do.