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Today was a fun-filled day.
Aside from shortening my lifespan by about another 5 days in the event of certain skin cancer: the beach was a lot of fun. I surfed for about 10 minutes and laid around for the rest of the two hours, not to mention the obliquitory play-in-the-waves time. We went to Dairy Queen, and to my chagrin I found out that they don’t accept Debit cards…which was lame because I had waited outside with my board till someone could watch it, and then waited in line some more….and I didn’t get to get what I wanted. Lame. But then…(aside) couldn’t my debit card be processed as a credit, except it would be taken straight out of my checking account? I don’t know, this whole card/debit/atm/credit/visa thing is really screwy and its really annoying because I really don’t know the difference, and I really don’t want to get some wacky bill in the mail with 30% interest or something.
Anyways, so I saw THE ISLAND. I think I am the only person on the face of this planet that thinks that Scarlet Johansen is NOT hot. She’s weird looking; her fatty lips look like they injected too much botox, not to mention her nose is as huge as a gigantic gum drop, add that all together with her very brittle bottle blonde and we have a Hollywood IT girl that is just going to fade out of the scene like Freddie Prinze Jr. All superficial judgments aside, the movie was very good. Ewan (is that his name?) McGregor was extremely hot, although his wart kind of loomed in front of my vision like that white dot from looking into the camera flash, but he was frigging hot.
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The set up reminded me a lot of the Matrix, and it was a lot like it, although it was geared toward the more stupid audiences. There was a couple of really tight action scenes with lots of things blowing up and flying motorcycles (Star Wars, anyone?), and of course the heroes always managed to prevail and survive with no more than a few minor abrasions. It wasn’t like they survived a 70 story drop….oh wait they did…and they still did not get majorly maimed or injured. Whatever, it was the future and its Hollywood, what do you expect. I was disappointed in the amount of products that received airtime and were plugged into the movie. They only served Aquafina at the water bar in the ‘place thingy’, which by the way doesn’t make sense (if there was a nuclear fallout or ‘contamination’ how would only Aquafina and Puma survive?), they all wore this seasons latest Puma sneakers, they made a point out of zooming in on the hood ornament of every concept car that was supposed to be conceived as ‘futuristic’ such as this wacky MACK semi (does MACK even make semi’s? I thought they were just a 6 axel type of vehicle. ), oh and they also had a supposedly V12 blah-blah-blah horsepower CADILLAC. It was $500,000. It was the newest concept car, obviously, but who in their right minds-with $500,000 that is-would buy a CADILLAC?? You could get a Mercedes Benz crazy assed car for that, or a Bentley or Ferrari or something worth the price! But all in all, it was a good movie, clichéd ending, but oh well, the masses must be pleased.
So then I go to Diana Lorenz’s bonfire. She’s this girl at my work who is really nice and friendly (and went to Vista), so I went, assuming that her friends would be like her. Man, I was super wrong. She was friends with the Homecoming Queen, cheerleaders (same ones who snub girls and flirt with the guys), people who having nothing better than to sit around get drunk while looking hot at the same time. And it was very awkward. I made some acquaintances, but its not like you can hang out with these type of acquaintances for more than an hour. So I was kind of just hanging out, and then people started leaving and soon this guy was carrying a sweatshirt bundled up in his arm, so subtly hiding the bottle of Jack Daniels, and that’s when I decided to leave. I left, and ran into my ex-co-worker, and he was talking to me for a while, but he was blatantly drunk, and so I left them alone, and came home to here.
But its nice sitting home like this. It isn’t so awkward anymore. :)
Aside from shortening my lifespan by about another 5 days in the event of certain skin cancer: the beach was a lot of fun. I surfed for about 10 minutes and laid around for the rest of the two hours, not to mention the obliquitory play-in-the-waves time. We went to Dairy Queen, and to my chagrin I found out that they don’t accept Debit cards…which was lame because I had waited outside with my board till someone could watch it, and then waited in line some more….and I didn’t get to get what I wanted. Lame. But then…(aside) couldn’t my debit card be processed as a credit, except it would be taken straight out of my checking account? I don’t know, this whole card/debit/atm/credit/visa thing is really screwy and its really annoying because I really don’t know the difference, and I really don’t want to get some wacky bill in the mail with 30% interest or something.
Anyways, so I saw THE ISLAND. I think I am the only person on the face of this planet that thinks that Scarlet Johansen is NOT hot. She’s weird looking; her fatty lips look like they injected too much botox, not to mention her nose is as huge as a gigantic gum drop, add that all together with her very brittle bottle blonde and we have a Hollywood IT girl that is just going to fade out of the scene like Freddie Prinze Jr. All superficial judgments aside, the movie was very good. Ewan (is that his name?) McGregor was extremely hot, although his wart kind of loomed in front of my vision like that white dot from looking into the camera flash, but he was frigging hot.
…
The set up reminded me a lot of the Matrix, and it was a lot like it, although it was geared toward the more stupid audiences. There was a couple of really tight action scenes with lots of things blowing up and flying motorcycles (Star Wars, anyone?), and of course the heroes always managed to prevail and survive with no more than a few minor abrasions. It wasn’t like they survived a 70 story drop….oh wait they did…and they still did not get majorly maimed or injured. Whatever, it was the future and its Hollywood, what do you expect. I was disappointed in the amount of products that received airtime and were plugged into the movie. They only served Aquafina at the water bar in the ‘place thingy’, which by the way doesn’t make sense (if there was a nuclear fallout or ‘contamination’ how would only Aquafina and Puma survive?), they all wore this seasons latest Puma sneakers, they made a point out of zooming in on the hood ornament of every concept car that was supposed to be conceived as ‘futuristic’ such as this wacky MACK semi (does MACK even make semi’s? I thought they were just a 6 axel type of vehicle. ), oh and they also had a supposedly V12 blah-blah-blah horsepower CADILLAC. It was $500,000. It was the newest concept car, obviously, but who in their right minds-with $500,000 that is-would buy a CADILLAC?? You could get a Mercedes Benz crazy assed car for that, or a Bentley or Ferrari or something worth the price! But all in all, it was a good movie, clichéd ending, but oh well, the masses must be pleased.
So then I go to Diana Lorenz’s bonfire. She’s this girl at my work who is really nice and friendly (and went to Vista), so I went, assuming that her friends would be like her. Man, I was super wrong. She was friends with the Homecoming Queen, cheerleaders (same ones who snub girls and flirt with the guys), people who having nothing better than to sit around get drunk while looking hot at the same time. And it was very awkward. I made some acquaintances, but its not like you can hang out with these type of acquaintances for more than an hour. So I was kind of just hanging out, and then people started leaving and soon this guy was carrying a sweatshirt bundled up in his arm, so subtly hiding the bottle of Jack Daniels, and that’s when I decided to leave. I left, and ran into my ex-co-worker, and he was talking to me for a while, but he was blatantly drunk, and so I left them alone, and came home to here.
But its nice sitting home like this. It isn’t so awkward anymore. :)