It's mad difficult to write when you refuse to admit you've forgotten your password...
that's been my main problem the last week.
Prior to that, it was that I've been super lazy now that I have to regularly wake up before 8. I've mostly been dragging out of bed, going to work and wishing I was dead, then coming home and collapsing to watch TV/movies and fuck around doing nothing.
This whole work thing is bullshit. The other day we fired one of the only useful people at work (full disclosure: I am not on that list. Not even close) and then a few days later our superior mysteriously got a promotion and a raise. What a dick!
Ballet update: Modern ballet is awful. It's strange and unattractive and I do not like it. Thankfully, this Tuesday is Sylphide, which is my favorite by far if only because I love kilts.
Friday night I went to my friend's graduation party. Her parents threw it at this real nice hall on Long Island but I was terribly disappointed. The turkey was amazing (and I hate turkey) and the steak, salad, and pasta bar were good, but the fucking bread was awful and that was extra-offensive since the place was run by Italians and they should have known better. I was rather offended by the whole thing. Ah well, at least the booze was free.
I cleaned my place last night since everyone was coming over today. It would have gone way better if my neighbor would give me back my fucking vaccuum instead of dodging me like a shady fuck!
This weekend is Father's Day and so I will be returning to the Jerz. I would be considerably more excited about this if my Dad would say more than "I dunno, I don't need anything" when I asked him what he fucking wanted! Parents are impossible.
True Blood is back on. My homies and I had a little party where we drank red margaritas and talked mad shit. We played our favorite game, "Sook-ie!" in which we drink every time Bill says Sookie in that retarded voice. Sadly, he did not say it much. Her little rant at the end, and his silence, nearly killed us as we clutched our drinks and yelled "Sookie!" at the TV in an attempt to somehow make him say it. When he did, it was the best moment ever. On to the show...
Though Jessica is an anoying teenager, every older sibling's nightmare really, I still sort of love her. She's just as irritating and willful as I was when I was 17, though I did dress slightly less like a "slatter". (Emphasis on slightly...what can I say, I went to private school, it's what we do.)
Sookie needs to drop Bill fast. He's shady and unattractive and says her name like a retarded kid. Eric is hotter, even if he does rip off people's limbs and highlight his hair. I hope he gets naked this season. Then again, I constantly hope ASkars will get naked ever since I saw how fucking sexy he was in Generation Kill. (seriously...rent it!)
I still like Tara, though her mom is a fucking loon and from the look of things that's one type of crazy you just can't run from.
Arlene is still boring, though Terry is a cutie. As is Hoyt.
And Jason totally would join some weird cult and think they could give his life meaning. Though, only after he forked over $1200. Jackass. I hope he knows to turn down the kool-aid. Or maybe I don't. No, I do, he's kinda hot and hopefully he gets all sweaty and shirtless playing scout-leader or whatever.
Lafayette is still my favorite, even if he is locked in some basement. And wtf are they turning? I totally hope it's something cool.
Sam is finally getting interesting. Maryann is fucking nuts, I read the book and she totally fucks shit up and I sorta love her for it. Still, she's crazy.
I heard Evan Rachel Wood is in this season. I don't know how I feel about this. I liked her in Thirteen, but that Beatles movie was a travesty, and Down in the Valley is a tough call. I want to see how she does in the Allen movie. Sometimes I like her, but other times I feel like she's trying to hard or taking herself too seriously as an actress for me to really like her.
I dunno, I just don't like people who take themselves too seriously, I'm sure she's probably lovely IRL.
In the end, I rather liked the episode. And I'm excited for the season. And I'm crazy excited since I found out Mad Men is back on 8/16.
Oh, almost forgot, I saw The Hangover. Fucking awesome! Next Tuesday I'll be rocking Year One with my friend since it's the only night she gets off from her crap job at a restaurant that shall remain nameless, but that I will never fucking eat at again. (Don't worry, I doubt you've eaten there, nobody under 30 can afford it without the steep "my-homegirl-works-here discount" and nobody who's eligible for that discount is dumb enough to actually use it.)
Prior to that, it was that I've been super lazy now that I have to regularly wake up before 8. I've mostly been dragging out of bed, going to work and wishing I was dead, then coming home and collapsing to watch TV/movies and fuck around doing nothing.
This whole work thing is bullshit. The other day we fired one of the only useful people at work (full disclosure: I am not on that list. Not even close) and then a few days later our superior mysteriously got a promotion and a raise. What a dick!
Ballet update: Modern ballet is awful. It's strange and unattractive and I do not like it. Thankfully, this Tuesday is Sylphide, which is my favorite by far if only because I love kilts.
Friday night I went to my friend's graduation party. Her parents threw it at this real nice hall on Long Island but I was terribly disappointed. The turkey was amazing (and I hate turkey) and the steak, salad, and pasta bar were good, but the fucking bread was awful and that was extra-offensive since the place was run by Italians and they should have known better. I was rather offended by the whole thing. Ah well, at least the booze was free.
I cleaned my place last night since everyone was coming over today. It would have gone way better if my neighbor would give me back my fucking vaccuum instead of dodging me like a shady fuck!
This weekend is Father's Day and so I will be returning to the Jerz. I would be considerably more excited about this if my Dad would say more than "I dunno, I don't need anything" when I asked him what he fucking wanted! Parents are impossible.
True Blood is back on. My homies and I had a little party where we drank red margaritas and talked mad shit. We played our favorite game, "Sook-ie!" in which we drink every time Bill says Sookie in that retarded voice. Sadly, he did not say it much. Her little rant at the end, and his silence, nearly killed us as we clutched our drinks and yelled "Sookie!" at the TV in an attempt to somehow make him say it. When he did, it was the best moment ever. On to the show...
Though Jessica is an anoying teenager, every older sibling's nightmare really, I still sort of love her. She's just as irritating and willful as I was when I was 17, though I did dress slightly less like a "slatter". (Emphasis on slightly...what can I say, I went to private school, it's what we do.)
Sookie needs to drop Bill fast. He's shady and unattractive and says her name like a retarded kid. Eric is hotter, even if he does rip off people's limbs and highlight his hair. I hope he gets naked this season. Then again, I constantly hope ASkars will get naked ever since I saw how fucking sexy he was in Generation Kill. (seriously...rent it!)
I still like Tara, though her mom is a fucking loon and from the look of things that's one type of crazy you just can't run from.
Arlene is still boring, though Terry is a cutie. As is Hoyt.
And Jason totally would join some weird cult and think they could give his life meaning. Though, only after he forked over $1200. Jackass. I hope he knows to turn down the kool-aid. Or maybe I don't. No, I do, he's kinda hot and hopefully he gets all sweaty and shirtless playing scout-leader or whatever.
Lafayette is still my favorite, even if he is locked in some basement. And wtf are they turning? I totally hope it's something cool.
Sam is finally getting interesting. Maryann is fucking nuts, I read the book and she totally fucks shit up and I sorta love her for it. Still, she's crazy.
I heard Evan Rachel Wood is in this season. I don't know how I feel about this. I liked her in Thirteen, but that Beatles movie was a travesty, and Down in the Valley is a tough call. I want to see how she does in the Allen movie. Sometimes I like her, but other times I feel like she's trying to hard or taking herself too seriously as an actress for me to really like her.
I dunno, I just don't like people who take themselves too seriously, I'm sure she's probably lovely IRL.
In the end, I rather liked the episode. And I'm excited for the season. And I'm crazy excited since I found out Mad Men is back on 8/16.
Oh, almost forgot, I saw The Hangover. Fucking awesome! Next Tuesday I'll be rocking Year One with my friend since it's the only night she gets off from her crap job at a restaurant that shall remain nameless, but that I will never fucking eat at again. (Don't worry, I doubt you've eaten there, nobody under 30 can afford it without the steep "my-homegirl-works-here discount" and nobody who's eligible for that discount is dumb enough to actually use it.)