Bad boys, bad boys, watcha gonna do? No, seriously. What?
So I was at Wal-Mart last night. Again. I was incredibly bored and my brother was whining about not having any decent movies to watch. Luckily, they had a bunch of videos for five and six dollars. What's so sad, is that they had this huge stock of Ghost World videos and DVDs for sale. Apparently, someone thought it would be a wondrous idea to buy plenty of copies for all the indie-lovers who come into Wal-Mart at four in the morning. As marvelous as that film is, I think I may literally have been the only person in my city to have bought a copy. Anyway, they had a bunch of kitchenware on clearance and I got all these bowls, plates, salad plates and tumblers for a quarter a piece. Booyah, baby. Booyah, indeed. What can I say? I'm a domestic goddess. I get a kick out of this sort of thing.
Anyway, I pull into my driveway and go to check the mail and I'm nearly mowed down by this police car that comes tear-assing around the corner. This, in and of itself is irritating but doesn't come as a surprise. There's always a drug bust or something going on around here. So I walk into the house and my brother and I settle down to watch Billy Elliot when we see this parade of lights and revving motors. Of course, as stupid as I am, I wander outside to see what the ruckus is. There's a clever girl.
Turns out there's a high-speed chase going down. I watched with my mouth open like a slack-jawed yokel as this beat-up Mustang followed by a cadre of black and whites rip recklessly up and down the narrow streets, weaving a dangerous, if somewhat cartoon-like path through my neighborhood. I swear it was like something out of a Scooby Doo episode, with everyone in the cast dodging in and out of random doors in a long, dark hallway. Ah. Home sweet home.
Mmm. Quiz results. Even if you don't care, pretend you do. Just imagine it's Thanksgiving.
What fashionable underground band/style are you?
this quiz was made by the sunni bunni bear
You Are a Gaijin Tarento!
Ah, the status every gaijin (foreigner) longs to get - that of the gaijin tarento (foreign TV star).
You're Japanese has to be up to snuff, and you've got to be willing to voice your weird political opinions.
If you've got that down, you can be famous in Tokyo.
While you think you may be respected for your foreign flava, the truth is
that most Japanese see you as not much more than a zoolike spectacle.
What's *Your* Japanese Subculture?
Well, that's a relief. I was on pins and needles wondering.
Anyway, I pull into my driveway and go to check the mail and I'm nearly mowed down by this police car that comes tear-assing around the corner. This, in and of itself is irritating but doesn't come as a surprise. There's always a drug bust or something going on around here. So I walk into the house and my brother and I settle down to watch Billy Elliot when we see this parade of lights and revving motors. Of course, as stupid as I am, I wander outside to see what the ruckus is. There's a clever girl.
Turns out there's a high-speed chase going down. I watched with my mouth open like a slack-jawed yokel as this beat-up Mustang followed by a cadre of black and whites rip recklessly up and down the narrow streets, weaving a dangerous, if somewhat cartoon-like path through my neighborhood. I swear it was like something out of a Scooby Doo episode, with everyone in the cast dodging in and out of random doors in a long, dark hallway. Ah. Home sweet home.
Mmm. Quiz results. Even if you don't care, pretend you do. Just imagine it's Thanksgiving.
What fashionable underground band/style are you?
this quiz was made by the sunni bunni bear
You Are a Gaijin Tarento!
Ah, the status every gaijin (foreigner) longs to get - that of the gaijin tarento (foreign TV star).
You're Japanese has to be up to snuff, and you've got to be willing to voice your weird political opinions.
If you've got that down, you can be famous in Tokyo.
While you think you may be respected for your foreign flava, the truth is
that most Japanese see you as not much more than a zoolike spectacle.
What's *Your* Japanese Subculture?
Well, that's a relief. I was on pins and needles wondering.