"zero, hungry nights, once again, now it's getting unbelieveable"
And so I've finished with another OCD version of subject headers for 26 days. This time with lyrics! Seeing as no one comments on this/reads it daily (Bethany, you're an exception, plus you're new to this) I'm sure no one has noticed my clever tag system nor the hidden song title and artist in each post. However, if anyone cares or goes through with it on the finding of them, I'll reward them with some fic. let. Of their choice.
Anyway, Lauren invited me to her house for some barbeque tonight, and I ended up playing Pain on their Xbox with a kid that used to be their neighbor. Also played poker for the first time tonight, and bled chips all night. I had a good run with a king ten, but got hit with a higher kicker by Lauren's mom. Had a pretty good time, watched some of the Oscars there, most of it when I got home.
It was nice, but it would've been nicer doing the same thing with my mom at home. But I'm going to lunch with them tomorrow, popping my Hooters' cherry, then a crawfish boil on Tuesday, methinks. So I'm getting out of my dorm, but I'm still rather pissed at Lauren. It'll just take some time for me to simmer down, really. *shrug*
As I said to Liz as we were fangasming through text and phone calls and capslocky squee, I think I love someone. Take for example, Anne Hathaway. Then, she goes AND SINGS WITH HUGH IN HIS INTRO SONG. Liz even asked what octave I hit when she did with my squee. It was silent it was so high. My love skyrockets, and I don't think it can go any higher. Seriously, I can't love these people any more. Not as in, no longer, as in, I have no more capacity; I'm full up with love for these awesome thespians. I LOVE THEM SO.
Die Another Day is on. (Spike is still trying to earn my love back for not showing Voyager all the time now.) I'll watch this, play addicting ass physics-engine-driven games, enjoy my soothingly amazing Snow Patrol Pandora station and eat some Goldfish and the Twix bar I've been saving. I love this kickback to every Bond movie ever. It fucking rocks. Plus there's Halle Berry. You can't lose. JOHN CLEESE. I'm only sad that the original Q didn't make it to the 20th movie. This is what I miss about the Brosnan bond and Q; there's fewer quips and one-liners than in the new ones. And even then, Daniel can't quite get it. It's okay, though. I still love him.
P.S. OMG THIS YEAR'S MOVIES ARE GOING TO BE SO FUCKING AMAZING I CAN'T EVEN WAIT.
Perfect Situation, Weezer
Anyway, Lauren invited me to her house for some barbeque tonight, and I ended up playing Pain on their Xbox with a kid that used to be their neighbor. Also played poker for the first time tonight, and bled chips all night. I had a good run with a king ten, but got hit with a higher kicker by Lauren's mom. Had a pretty good time, watched some of the Oscars there, most of it when I got home.
It was nice, but it would've been nicer doing the same thing with my mom at home. But I'm going to lunch with them tomorrow, popping my Hooters' cherry, then a crawfish boil on Tuesday, methinks. So I'm getting out of my dorm, but I'm still rather pissed at Lauren. It'll just take some time for me to simmer down, really. *shrug*
As I said to Liz as we were fangasming through text and phone calls and capslocky squee, I think I love someone. Take for example, Anne Hathaway. Then, she goes AND SINGS WITH HUGH IN HIS INTRO SONG. Liz even asked what octave I hit when she did with my squee. It was silent it was so high. My love skyrockets, and I don't think it can go any higher. Seriously, I can't love these people any more. Not as in, no longer, as in, I have no more capacity; I'm full up with love for these awesome thespians. I LOVE THEM SO.
Die Another Day is on. (Spike is still trying to earn my love back for not showing Voyager all the time now.) I'll watch this, play addicting ass physics-engine-driven games, enjoy my soothingly amazing Snow Patrol Pandora station and eat some Goldfish and the Twix bar I've been saving. I love this kickback to every Bond movie ever. It fucking rocks. Plus there's Halle Berry. You can't lose. JOHN CLEESE. I'm only sad that the original Q didn't make it to the 20th movie. This is what I miss about the Brosnan bond and Q; there's fewer quips and one-liners than in the new ones. And even then, Daniel can't quite get it. It's okay, though. I still love him.
P.S. OMG THIS YEAR'S MOVIES ARE GOING TO BE SO FUCKING AMAZING I CAN'T EVEN WAIT.
Perfect Situation, Weezer