All Georgia was Green
Holy hell. . .I had an 8:00 class today and I made it. Which is wonderful news considering that I tossed and turned all night and can remember looking at the clock up until about 4:43. I got back to my room from class at 8:59 and decided to take a nap until my 12:00. No dice, children. I woke up at. . .well 2:37, which is significantly later than noon.
My suitemate has been playing the same song on repeat all day long. Seriously. . .the same song. . .not the same cd. . .the exact same song. For several hours non-stop and he wasn't even in there. Come to think of it though, I'm not sure which is worse, leaving a song playing on repeat all day long when you aren't there or listening to the same song for hours and hours at a time.
Jon and I watched Airheads last night, has there been a worse movie made in the past 15 years that is still so damn enjoyable. I mean we are talking all-star cast here: Joe Mantegna, Brendan Fraser, Adam Sandler, Chris Farley, Michael McKean, Ernie freaking Hudson, and the immortal Steve Buscemi. . .not to mention Michael Richards in all his awkward glory. Knock out the dry acting from every single woman character in the movie and you have one of the funniest groups of people ever assembled. . .seriously. . .why does no one ever talk about this? The movie is horrible, but you can't stop watching it, because despite your best efforts to turn your head something is being done to you that seems ridiculous: you are being entertained.
So with that, I'm gone. I'm going to go look out of a dilapidated bathroom window, try to figure out who is singing in that black Plymouth, trying to find the guys that are trying to make it work again. Ahhh. . .obscure references. . .
My suitemate has been playing the same song on repeat all day long. Seriously. . .the same song. . .not the same cd. . .the exact same song. For several hours non-stop and he wasn't even in there. Come to think of it though, I'm not sure which is worse, leaving a song playing on repeat all day long when you aren't there or listening to the same song for hours and hours at a time.
Jon and I watched Airheads last night, has there been a worse movie made in the past 15 years that is still so damn enjoyable. I mean we are talking all-star cast here: Joe Mantegna, Brendan Fraser, Adam Sandler, Chris Farley, Michael McKean, Ernie freaking Hudson, and the immortal Steve Buscemi. . .not to mention Michael Richards in all his awkward glory. Knock out the dry acting from every single woman character in the movie and you have one of the funniest groups of people ever assembled. . .seriously. . .why does no one ever talk about this? The movie is horrible, but you can't stop watching it, because despite your best efforts to turn your head something is being done to you that seems ridiculous: you are being entertained.
So with that, I'm gone. I'm going to go look out of a dilapidated bathroom window, try to figure out who is singing in that black Plymouth, trying to find the guys that are trying to make it work again. Ahhh. . .obscure references. . .