Last night, I saw Reno 911! at the theater with a couple of my friends. It was hilarious. I love Lt. Dangle so much! Deputy Johnson is also a close second. The Rock was in it too. Fucking hot! Before the movie, I saw some KFC employee taste the mop water when we were visiting someone who was working there. I threw up in my mouth a little. The boy was totally gross and probably hadn’t had a date in 20 years… meaning never. This lezlady kept striking up a conversation with me, but she was a total wigger. And really huge. And worked at KFC. NO.
In actual good news, this one boy I am crushing on called me and we talked for an hour. He told me he was going camping this weekend and I immediately had this totally wicked fantasy he’d invite me and we’d just stay in the tent all weekend. Or do it on the nature walk. Or anywhere, actually. Then we’d roast s’mores and do obscene things with them.
… OK, I lied about that last part because Sex + Food = GROSS. My imagination is ridiculous because I’ll probably never get into this boy’s pants anyways. He’s a youth pastor for chrissake! He’s totally nice, though. Someone worth my time…
Yesterday (and in conflicting subject matter), Creepy Blockbuster Boy Tim called me, desperate to hang out with me anytime or anywhere. I lied and said I was working on painting last night so I wouldn’t have to go see a movie with him (or be seen in public by anyone I know with him). He was apologizing profusely for how he treated me last time we hung out, but to be honest I don’t really care. I’m very apathetic these days about stuff. He invited me to see Static X… I may go because it would be a fun, free night out at the House of Blues. Maybe after we can go to IBar or something. I’m hoping Ron will go, too because he was invited as well. This might take some serious convincing, I’m afraid. Funny stuff, though: Matt said he saw Blockbuster Boy at the bank that night. I bet we were at the movies at the same time… I’m just awesome like that!
Tonight I’m going to Orlando. Tomorrow I’m spending time with Billie we’re going to continue our Alien film festival. We’re on Aliens. Oh, bah! Homework is overrated, anyway.
As promised, a photo post. Pick yer poison.
I dressed up as Tank Girl on Sunday.
Pretty flippin’ sweet costume.
I know, don’t puke.
He beeped at me rather suggestively…
“It sounds like you’ve got at least two or three people in there already.”
I met the real one at Screamfest last year!
Rufio, rufio, ru-fi-ohhhhh!
My friend Ron & Tank! He had just battled in the LARP arena.
Cutest Link evarrrrrr.
(Guy on the right) “Aren’t you a little short for a Stormtrooper?”
Kickass pose, Rocketeer!
“No, Ma’am. We’re musicians.”
…and Stephy’s birthday!
Happy 19th birthday, Stephy!
The guy behind Stephy at Olive Garden had a raging Hitler moustache. It was dyed black and everything! So I took a photo of him.
Kickass Billy Joel concert photo I took.
What my hair is doing. It’s all long in the back but short in the front… err, don’t tell anyone..
I also noticed that I get red eye in every single photo taken with a flash. I was looking through my old photo albums, and sure enough I am always the only one in the photo with red eye. My eyes are green, yes, but so are Matt’s and he never gets red eye. I think I am secretly the princess spawn of Satan. Whatever, I hate editing out that shit!
I started a painting of my totally hot friend Nerie. I can’t paint people that don’t inspire me or that I actually care about capturing in acrylics. However, her portrait is in the works. Matt said he liked it so far, and that I had a very unique style of painting. I disagreed. It’s all been done before…
I’ve seen the lights go out on Broadway
I saw the Empire State laid low