No truth at all
Oh my wow, the POTC dvd is awesome, simply orgasmic. My friend was dissapointed that they didn't have more about Johnny's makeup. That man is the ultimate cool. I'm going to lock the bathroom door, turn on the water and slit my wrists because I was not part of that movie. Maybe I'll just do something cool and make them want me for the sequel.
I thought it was soo cool how they had the premier in Disney World, and they came out on the raft thing that I rode on last time I went down there! Love Johnny in his spandex tennis-ball suit, and the Johnny Cam. That was great too. You know what? Instead of making a whole big list, let's just leave it at this: The entire fucking dvd was great. I'm serious it is.
Now to completely change the topic, I decided to comment on something Loner_Overdrive brought up recently. Gypsies. It has come to my attention that my ancestors from Romanian, great grandparents, missed the titanic by one day. Bit of a mindfuck to think what would have happened if they hadn't missed it. Would have been steerage, wouldn't have gotten out alive, that's for sure. And neither would I. ;) But another thing about them was that they were gypsies, which might serve as a vague explanation as to why I am the way I am. Hell, my dad even made fun of my skills on the trapeze, saying I should just move out to Romania and live with distantly related gypsies.
Which would be...very fun, don't get me wrong. I was always wondering what else was I, besides Austrian, Canadian and American, you know?
It isn't the holiday season until you hear 'Christmas Shoes' on the radio. Damnit, that song is way too depressing for my already depressed ears to hear (but how the hell are ears depressing?). It's about this poor kid whose mom is probably going to die on christmas and he wants to buy her shoes he can't afford..."want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight." When I first heard the song, I cried for hours until I cried myself to sleep. It just snapped me in half like a twig. Driving home in the car, it came on the radio and I start to moan "oh no, oh no." and my Dad goes "the song? Oh no, it's those damn shoes." Halfway through verse one, I had to shut it off, tears were already preparing to fall. I'm such a pathetic mess but hey - I'm a gypsy!
*knows she'll have to come to terms with the damn shoe song eventually*
I thought it was soo cool how they had the premier in Disney World, and they came out on the raft thing that I rode on last time I went down there! Love Johnny in his spandex tennis-ball suit, and the Johnny Cam. That was great too. You know what? Instead of making a whole big list, let's just leave it at this: The entire fucking dvd was great. I'm serious it is.
Now to completely change the topic, I decided to comment on something Loner_Overdrive brought up recently. Gypsies. It has come to my attention that my ancestors from Romanian, great grandparents, missed the titanic by one day. Bit of a mindfuck to think what would have happened if they hadn't missed it. Would have been steerage, wouldn't have gotten out alive, that's for sure. And neither would I. ;) But another thing about them was that they were gypsies, which might serve as a vague explanation as to why I am the way I am. Hell, my dad even made fun of my skills on the trapeze, saying I should just move out to Romania and live with distantly related gypsies.
Which would be...very fun, don't get me wrong. I was always wondering what else was I, besides Austrian, Canadian and American, you know?
It isn't the holiday season until you hear 'Christmas Shoes' on the radio. Damnit, that song is way too depressing for my already depressed ears to hear (but how the hell are ears depressing?). It's about this poor kid whose mom is probably going to die on christmas and he wants to buy her shoes he can't afford..."want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight." When I first heard the song, I cried for hours until I cried myself to sleep. It just snapped me in half like a twig. Driving home in the car, it came on the radio and I start to moan "oh no, oh no." and my Dad goes "the song? Oh no, it's those damn shoes." Halfway through verse one, I had to shut it off, tears were already preparing to fall. I'm such a pathetic mess but hey - I'm a gypsy!
*knows she'll have to come to terms with the damn shoe song eventually*