Yep, I loved Phillip Morris + new(ish) obsessions
Today was a good day <3 I saw 'I Love you Phillip Morris' and it was so sweet and funny! The first time in my life going to movies alone, but I really wanted to see this and since there's no one left in this damn town... Anyway, it was so worth it, even though it would have been even better if I could have fangirled with someone. The whole movie was just so likeable. And sunny, somehow. Despite the sad moments, this movie made me believe in life and love and all kinds of mushy shit, I don't even know. Awww. And did I mention that Ewan was gorgeous, as usual?
I spent the whole day in the retail park near the cinema hunting for shoes. I don't like that place, I kind of hate all the people scurrying around with their shopping bags like a swarm of happy insects... even though I know that's what people are like. And what I'm like. Except I'm like the grumpy emo cockroach or something. It only took 2 and a half hours to find a pair of black sneakers... They're sort of satiny and shiny and a bit too girly, maybe, but they actually fit and cost £15, so not too bad.
I also discovered that there's a Whittards in the retail park, which means I could buy more instant tea, my new addiction! I got more Dreamtime, Turkish Apple and Mango & Passionfruit. (I've been craving apple tea since I had that creepy, kinky dream in which future!me saved past!me from a bunch of crazy, middle-aged ladies and ended the scene with the unforgettable line "I'm taking my tea back".)
What else... Relevant obsessions right now: Star Trek XI, TOS and Heroes (well, more like Mr. Quinto). I haven't been squeeing about them over here, but believe me, everyone I know must be already sick of it... Now I'm having ~deep and meaningful~ conversations about Star Trek with my brother and trying to somehow avoid mentioning the obviousness of Kirk/Spock. But I'm not even pretending to watch Heroes for anything else than Sylar. I mean, the 1st season has been all right this far, but I wouldn't keep watching it if it wasn't for the fucking gorgeous psychopath.
Happy. That is all.
Wait, how could I forget?! I saw Boondock Saints II too, and it was as good and funny and badass and ridiculously slashy as I had hoped for! Naked Norman Reedus in like the first 5 minutes of the film, and Murphy tattooing Connor, and why is it hot when he drinks whiskey straight from the bottle, and I'm not even going to talk about that ending because. THAT ENDING. Omg I need to write some evil, evil fan fiction right now.
