Energizer Bunny arrested, charged with battery.
Considering how many expensive or "luxury" merchandise my parents and I tend to shovel down, you'd think we're the sort that sits on secret stashes of Middle Earth treasure mounds or something. Note to the planet: We honestly aren't. By the time my four years of college are over we will be completely ransacked (if not knee deep in debt - again. A repeat of 19 years past) and our bank accounts will be cut and bruised all over, just like grandma's Christmas meatloaf.
Because apparently, my mother has three Louis Vuitton bags. Two of which have never seen the light of day until this afternoon when she suddenly remembered she had them and dug them out of the abyss that is her closet (we've always had the habit of calling that thing "the bat cave". She still does. In public). That's probably enough to pay for half a semester of tuition at Emory, which is saying a lot.
I honestly don't like taking about money though. It makes me nervous.
So let's talk about movies. This is oldstarnewshine and I's very intelligent discussion regarding Angels and Demons, Iron Man, and the ridiculousness of movies in the current age.
jus ex bello (7:32:48 PM): i'm sure it's not bad
jus ex bello (7:32:50 PM): for a movie
oh boo its you (7:32:55 PM): it's not, it's just ridiculous.
oh boo its you (7:33:06 PM): but, i mean, so was iron man, if you think about it
jus ex bello (7:33:49 PM): ...guh so ridiculous
jus ex bello (7:33:51 PM): but so good
oh boo its you (7:33:55 PM): i mean, he built himself a rocket suit.
jus ex bello (7:34:00 PM): and talks to robots
oh boo its you (7:34:01 PM): in a cave.
oh boo its you (7:34:06 PM): with a box of scraps.
jus ex bello (7:34:18 PM): and has a heart that glows in the dark. kind of.
jus ex bello (7:34:29 PM): ...yeah i see what you mean
oh boo its you (7:34:33 PM): yeah. he has a GIANT HOLE IN HIS BODY. this is apparently not a problem.
jus ex bello (7:34:43 PM): ...beacause it glows
oh boo its you (7:35:04 PM): bahahahaha
oh boo its you (7:35:16 PM): glowing > ribs
jus ex bello (7:36:05 PM): LOL
jus ex bello (7:36:07 PM): indeed
oh boo its you (7:37:02 PM): i'm just saying, the level of ridiculous you tolerate is relevant to the deftness with which it's executed.
oh boo its you (7:37:11 PM): but they do light the pope on fire. so.
jus ex bello (7:37:36 PM): ....ok i'm there
Also, I finally changed the layout of my LJ after two years or some other obscenely long time period such as that. It's a lot more simple than the last one and considerably more...pastel.
My mother doesn't normally cook. This means, she sometimes just forgets to go shopping for food supplies which in term means that my father and I must find a way to survive off of cheese and special K bars for days on end. People sometimes ask me why I look kind of malnutritioned. Well this is why. And whenever mother does decide to cook (for instance, when she just slapped down an entire credit card's worth of money for a wallet) she makes a plate of bok choi. That's it. I finally caved and ordered Pizza Hut (and I hate Pizza). I love my mother but when it comes to keeping me fed she really doesn't get the Golden Globe.
Because apparently, my mother has three Louis Vuitton bags. Two of which have never seen the light of day until this afternoon when she suddenly remembered she had them and dug them out of the abyss that is her closet (we've always had the habit of calling that thing "the bat cave". She still does. In public). That's probably enough to pay for half a semester of tuition at Emory, which is saying a lot.
I honestly don't like taking about money though. It makes me nervous.
So let's talk about movies. This is oldstarnewshine and I's very intelligent discussion regarding Angels and Demons, Iron Man, and the ridiculousness of movies in the current age.
jus ex bello (7:32:48 PM): i'm sure it's not bad
jus ex bello (7:32:50 PM): for a movie
oh boo its you (7:32:55 PM): it's not, it's just ridiculous.
oh boo its you (7:33:06 PM): but, i mean, so was iron man, if you think about it
jus ex bello (7:33:49 PM): ...guh so ridiculous
jus ex bello (7:33:51 PM): but so good
oh boo its you (7:33:55 PM): i mean, he built himself a rocket suit.
jus ex bello (7:34:00 PM): and talks to robots
oh boo its you (7:34:01 PM): in a cave.
oh boo its you (7:34:06 PM): with a box of scraps.
jus ex bello (7:34:18 PM): and has a heart that glows in the dark. kind of.
jus ex bello (7:34:29 PM): ...yeah i see what you mean
oh boo its you (7:34:33 PM): yeah. he has a GIANT HOLE IN HIS BODY. this is apparently not a problem.
jus ex bello (7:34:43 PM): ...beacause it glows
oh boo its you (7:35:04 PM): bahahahaha
oh boo its you (7:35:16 PM): glowing > ribs
jus ex bello (7:36:05 PM): LOL
jus ex bello (7:36:07 PM): indeed
oh boo its you (7:37:02 PM): i'm just saying, the level of ridiculous you tolerate is relevant to the deftness with which it's executed.
oh boo its you (7:37:11 PM): but they do light the pope on fire. so.
jus ex bello (7:37:36 PM): ....ok i'm there
Also, I finally changed the layout of my LJ after two years or some other obscenely long time period such as that. It's a lot more simple than the last one and considerably more...pastel.
My mother doesn't normally cook. This means, she sometimes just forgets to go shopping for food supplies which in term means that my father and I must find a way to survive off of cheese and special K bars for days on end. People sometimes ask me why I look kind of malnutritioned. Well this is why. And whenever mother does decide to cook (for instance, when she just slapped down an entire credit card's worth of money for a wallet) she makes a plate of bok choi. That's it. I finally caved and ordered Pizza Hut (and I hate Pizza). I love my mother but when it comes to keeping me fed she really doesn't get the Golden Globe.