TREINTA Y NUEVE
1. I just saw The Wizard of Oz. In theaters. How cool is that? Ethan called me up this afternoon (I skipped out on work. I suck.) and invited me to a movie. I agreed, thinking we would watch something dumb. Like the new Megan Fox movie. But, no. We watched Dorothy’s adventure in Oz instead. I’d forgotten how much I love that movie. And the lion! Oh, the lion. He’s my favorite character.
Dorothy: Your majesty, if you were king, you wouldn't be afraid of anything?
Cowardly Lion: Not nobody! Not nohow!
Tin Woodsman: Not even a rhinoceros?
Cowardly Lion: Imposerous!
Dorothy: How about a hippopotamus?
Cowardly Lion: Why, I'd thrash him from top to bottomus!
Dorothy: Supposing you met an elephant?
Cowardly Lion: I'd wrap him up in cellophane!
Scarecrow: What if it were a brontosaurus?
Cowardly Lion: I'd show him who was king of the forest!
2. Glee. I only caught the end of it. But, I have to say that if every football game I ever attended ended that way I would be beyond glad. Generally, I hate sports. So, any shimmying quarterback, or what have you, is aces in my book. Plus, it makes sports about a trillion times more likable. Except soccer. Which is always likable. Okay, alright, I just enjoy for the eye candy. Tall, lean, tan. Completely my type. Or, one of them, at least.
3. I went to Ethan’s before the movie. I played Rock Band for the first time. I had no idea how badly my limbs were coordinated until today. Honestly, nothing moves right. I got booed off of drums, guitar, and bass. The only thing I’m a bit okay at is vocals. Somehow, my mind and body can’t match up. It’s as though there’s some sort of delay. I think: hit yellow, red, red now. Then, a few seconds later I manage to smack yellow, red, blue. Not what I had in mind at all. Still, I like the game despite my obvious inability to play right. It’s loads of fun, and I may have to splurge and buy it myself. Then practice religiously. I will rock at this game, just you wait.
4. I’m extremely giddy. I got one hell of a goodnight kiss.
5. My landlady is the best. For serious. She said I could paint my apartment as long as when I leave all the walls are white. And, she doesn’t care that Pompeii lives with me and is a terror to everyone in my building. She even scolded the kids from upstairs for trying to kick my poor cat. Of course he’s going to want to scratch them if they’re mean to him. (Side note: Self, cat’s hate water. WTF were you thinking trying to give Pompeii a bath in the tub!?)
Dorothy: Your majesty, if you were king, you wouldn't be afraid of anything?
Cowardly Lion: Not nobody! Not nohow!
Tin Woodsman: Not even a rhinoceros?
Cowardly Lion: Imposerous!
Dorothy: How about a hippopotamus?
Cowardly Lion: Why, I'd thrash him from top to bottomus!
Dorothy: Supposing you met an elephant?
Cowardly Lion: I'd wrap him up in cellophane!
Scarecrow: What if it were a brontosaurus?
Cowardly Lion: I'd show him who was king of the forest!
2. Glee. I only caught the end of it. But, I have to say that if every football game I ever attended ended that way I would be beyond glad. Generally, I hate sports. So, any shimmying quarterback, or what have you, is aces in my book. Plus, it makes sports about a trillion times more likable. Except soccer. Which is always likable. Okay, alright, I just enjoy for the eye candy. Tall, lean, tan. Completely my type. Or, one of them, at least.
3. I went to Ethan’s before the movie. I played Rock Band for the first time. I had no idea how badly my limbs were coordinated until today. Honestly, nothing moves right. I got booed off of drums, guitar, and bass. The only thing I’m a bit okay at is vocals. Somehow, my mind and body can’t match up. It’s as though there’s some sort of delay. I think: hit yellow, red, red now. Then, a few seconds later I manage to smack yellow, red, blue. Not what I had in mind at all. Still, I like the game despite my obvious inability to play right. It’s loads of fun, and I may have to splurge and buy it myself. Then practice religiously. I will rock at this game, just you wait.
4. I’m extremely giddy. I got one hell of a goodnight kiss.
5. My landlady is the best. For serious. She said I could paint my apartment as long as when I leave all the walls are white. And, she doesn’t care that Pompeii lives with me and is a terror to everyone in my building. She even scolded the kids from upstairs for trying to kick my poor cat. Of course he’s going to want to scratch them if they’re mean to him. (Side note: Self, cat’s hate water. WTF were you thinking trying to give Pompeii a bath in the tub!?)