Deep THoughts with Stuart SMalley . . .
Where to begin??? Nowhere I guess so I'll go there. I have so many thoughts and so many feelings that I wouldn't know where to begin, so I'll stick to the meaningless nothingness I suppose. . .
I stayed up until 3 this morning playing San Andreas. I finally beat this one mission that I have been stuck on for awhile and I opened up another section. . . so that was cool.
I got this movie in from Netflix called Crash with Sandra Bullock, Don CHeadle, Ryan Phillippe (*faints*), Brendan Fraser and Ludacris, just to name a few. It's all about how these people's lives intertwine and about racism and prejudices and such. It was a really amazing story and was "deeply moving." Yes, I cried. First with the little girl in the driveway (I wont give away the part if by a chacne anyone does decide to watch it) and more when the detective(played by Don CHeadle)'s younger brother dies. That was when I really cried. I don't know. It was just really sad to me. Or maybe I was due for a cry. Whatever it was, the movie was really good and I give it "two very enthusiastic thumbs' up. Fine Holiday fun."
I rearranged my room today. It was overdue for a change. I think I've had it the same since July. And I normally change it 2 or 3 times a year so it was way overdue. But I like how it is now. My computer desk and entertainment center on one wall. my piano and bookcase by my window. my nightstand, bed, chair, and dresser on the opposite wall of my door. It's nice and roomy now instead of closed in like I had it before. Anycrap . . .
I in the last half of reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. It's not as dark as the Order was. Which is good. I don't like too much darkness in my life. But I can't help feeling extremely angered and disappointed that my high school life wasn't like attending Hogwarts. I mean, I would have loved to learn how to make a love potion, fly on my broomstick, change a gerbil into a teacup and such. I feel very leftout. (*sobs into hankey*) ;-P But anyhoo . . .
I suppose I should go. Maybe I'll give San Andreas a go and get my Ben N' Jerry's cookie dough ice cream for my sore throat. Ice cream is the best cure for a sore throat. I want some vodka . . .
'Til we meet again . . .
~*~ Crystal ~*~
p.s. I really dislike sticking a cutip of soap up my nostril to clean my nose ring. But it's worth it!!!
I stayed up until 3 this morning playing San Andreas. I finally beat this one mission that I have been stuck on for awhile and I opened up another section. . . so that was cool.
I got this movie in from Netflix called Crash with Sandra Bullock, Don CHeadle, Ryan Phillippe (*faints*), Brendan Fraser and Ludacris, just to name a few. It's all about how these people's lives intertwine and about racism and prejudices and such. It was a really amazing story and was "deeply moving." Yes, I cried. First with the little girl in the driveway (I wont give away the part if by a chacne anyone does decide to watch it) and more when the detective(played by Don CHeadle)'s younger brother dies. That was when I really cried. I don't know. It was just really sad to me. Or maybe I was due for a cry. Whatever it was, the movie was really good and I give it "two very enthusiastic thumbs' up. Fine Holiday fun."
I rearranged my room today. It was overdue for a change. I think I've had it the same since July. And I normally change it 2 or 3 times a year so it was way overdue. But I like how it is now. My computer desk and entertainment center on one wall. my piano and bookcase by my window. my nightstand, bed, chair, and dresser on the opposite wall of my door. It's nice and roomy now instead of closed in like I had it before. Anycrap . . .
I in the last half of reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. It's not as dark as the Order was. Which is good. I don't like too much darkness in my life. But I can't help feeling extremely angered and disappointed that my high school life wasn't like attending Hogwarts. I mean, I would have loved to learn how to make a love potion, fly on my broomstick, change a gerbil into a teacup and such. I feel very leftout. (*sobs into hankey*) ;-P But anyhoo . . .
I suppose I should go. Maybe I'll give San Andreas a go and get my Ben N' Jerry's cookie dough ice cream for my sore throat. Ice cream is the best cure for a sore throat. I want some vodka . . .
'Til we meet again . . .
~*~ Crystal ~*~
p.s. I really dislike sticking a cutip of soap up my nostril to clean my nose ring. But it's worth it!!!