The Hive bothers me, especially with half a section. One day.
Chicago was pretty awesome. I almost touched clothes that Gary Oldman wore. I was pretty excited.
I'm not excited for anything. Apparently the story of my life follows along the lines of Fight Club.
My futon is a mess...
I can't string ideas together. I'm a wreck.
Oh, and I forgot that My Chem actually has some good songs, so yeah. FML.
I am a little pissy right now. I want my (third) copy of Fight Club back. Stupid kid is trying to steal it. I hope he reads it, and it gives him hell.
Oh, and BTW: I am the Half-Blood Prince. Crucio. K,thx,bi.
Honey, if you stay, I'll be forgiven. Nothing you can say can stop me going home.
I don't have anything interesting to say...maybe I'll do something with this later.
Monday, July 20, 2009
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Gary Oldman ahhhh.
ReplyDeleteSpaztically enough, I would've prob passed out. Or did this shouting thing like I did when I scared the 2 of the Billy Elliot kids.
(For the record, screaming up at the dressing room window 'OH MY GOD, YOU'RE THE BILLY ELLIOT KIDS!' is kinda a failure of epic proportions.)