Washed away these last few years for nothing
Last week's show at the Boiler Room was hopefully the last time I ever have to be there. The area around the venue (if you can call it that) was so poor and dilapidated. It was a very scary neighborhood and I was tricked (momentarily) into believing that Hall was stabbed in the stomach.
I spent the last few days in Egg Harbor Township with Brianna. I finally watched her dad's copy of Walk The Line after letting it sit at my house for a month and a half. While with Brianna, I also saw another movie I've wanted to see: Snakes on a Plane. This movie is the epitome of terrible. It combined horrible actors and a lame storyline to produce one large piece of trash. I knew that this movie was going to be bad (which it was), but I wanted to see just how awful it was.
When I was talking about Snakes on a Plane with Phil a few weeks ago, he made up a line that he said Samuel L. Jackson would probably say: "Get these motherfucking snakes off my motherfucking plane!" I laughed and didn't think about it until I saw the movie. Exact line from Samuel L. Jackson: "I've had it with these motherfucking snakes on my motherfucking plane!" It's pretty bad when someone can guess a line (that obviously wouldn't be in the previews because of foul language) from the movie before they even saw it. Well, at least Samuel was kind enough to call Brianna and tell her to take her boyfriend to see his newest movie (thanks Dan!).
Where's my dinner?
Wednesday I went to the beach with Brianna. When I go to the beach, I like to walk along the shore and collect seashells. Sounds pretty lame, but it passes the time (because everyone knows I'm not a beach person, but I go to make her happy). Usually, I leave with about ten shells that I put in a fancy glass container next to her bed. Yesterday, we went so early and the beach was practically deserted. There were so many untouched shells on the shoreline that I didn't know what to do with myself. I started filling my pockets with anything that looked in-tact. I probably had over 80 shells in my pockets. My bathing suit could barely even remain around my hips. I was in shell-heaven. Brianna and I found many shells that were about as big as my hand. It was amazing.
I spent the last few days in Egg Harbor Township with Brianna. I finally watched her dad's copy of Walk The Line after letting it sit at my house for a month and a half. While with Brianna, I also saw another movie I've wanted to see: Snakes on a Plane. This movie is the epitome of terrible. It combined horrible actors and a lame storyline to produce one large piece of trash. I knew that this movie was going to be bad (which it was), but I wanted to see just how awful it was.
When I was talking about Snakes on a Plane with Phil a few weeks ago, he made up a line that he said Samuel L. Jackson would probably say: "Get these motherfucking snakes off my motherfucking plane!" I laughed and didn't think about it until I saw the movie. Exact line from Samuel L. Jackson: "I've had it with these motherfucking snakes on my motherfucking plane!" It's pretty bad when someone can guess a line (that obviously wouldn't be in the previews because of foul language) from the movie before they even saw it. Well, at least Samuel was kind enough to call Brianna and tell her to take her boyfriend to see his newest movie (thanks Dan!).
Where's my dinner?
Wednesday I went to the beach with Brianna. When I go to the beach, I like to walk along the shore and collect seashells. Sounds pretty lame, but it passes the time (because everyone knows I'm not a beach person, but I go to make her happy). Usually, I leave with about ten shells that I put in a fancy glass container next to her bed. Yesterday, we went so early and the beach was practically deserted. There were so many untouched shells on the shoreline that I didn't know what to do with myself. I started filling my pockets with anything that looked in-tact. I probably had over 80 shells in my pockets. My bathing suit could barely even remain around my hips. I was in shell-heaven. Brianna and I found many shells that were about as big as my hand. It was amazing.