I love that Hollywood keeps making movies for me. today's was "Angels and Demons."
I should mention that I have never read the book, nor do I have any interest in reading it, or any of the related books. nor have I ever seen "The Da Vinci Code," and no interest in seeing that either. however, this movie promised me three things:
1) Ewan McGregor;
2) playing a priest;
3) having an accent.
hi. I am not proud. there was really no way in hell I was not going to see this movie. and it was even better than I thought! besides being really Catholic (which I love) and utterly ridiculous (ditto), Ewan totally ended up being the sekrit bad guy! and there was also Stellan Skarsgard, who I also love. plus you know Tom Hanks with weird hair and some Italian chick who was way hot.
but mostly, there was Ewan McGregor playing a priest in a cassock with an accent. and in one scene there was EWAN MCGREGOR HAVING HIS NAKED CHEST BRANDED.
I am so not proud.
then I went and spent all the money ever. I bought a lawnmower, a trimmer, and a bunch of plants. oh, and snacks, because snacks are love. now I am home, and I have a lawnmower in a box in my living room and it makes me sad because apparently I have to put it together and then I have to mow my lawn with it. bastard lawn. WHY CAN'T YOU JUST NOT GROW? and all the lawns around me are neatly trimmed and MOCKING MY LAWN. stupid house-owning.
if it wasn't for The Tigers I'd just let the damn thing grow up over the house.