Friday, November 12, 2004
You know what just hit me?
I was just reading Steff's review of Celebrity, and my Dad went asked when it was going to be released. My Dad.
God, that's embarrassing. And brave of him.
I was just reading Steff's review of Celebrity, and my Dad went asked when it was going to be released. My Dad.
God, that's embarrassing. And brave of him.
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
Wow.
So, I've been sitting here, alone with my thoughts, and I've come to a horrifying realisation.
If I were to see Nsync perform live tomorrow, I would scream. Hard-out teenybopper styles.
This scares the hell out of me.
So, I've been sitting here, alone with my thoughts, and I've come to a horrifying realisation.
If I were to see Nsync perform live tomorrow, I would scream. Hard-out teenybopper styles.
This scares the hell out of me.
Monday, November 08, 2004
Three words: De, Ni, Ro (complete with actions).
It makes me laugh. Even when I haven't seen it in months.
It makes me laugh. Even when I haven't seen it in months.
Sunday, November 07, 2004
Roses are red
Justin said "Word"
Lance went skydiving
And hit a bird
I love it.
Money Train is a stupid movie. It's plot development is almost as bad as that of Robin Hood: The True Story.
It must really suck to be The Warehouse Superguy Dude. He only looks about 15. The things you do when you want to act.
Only about 44 more hours until my darling parents arrive in Wellington. Thank goodness.
I hate to say it, but Jennifer Lopez is quite cool. Except when she does her I'm A Tough New York Female Cop In An All-Male Environment thing. Then it's just cliched.
Just like the rest of this movie, really.
I'm going to bed.
Justin said "Word"
Lance went skydiving
And hit a bird
I love it.
Money Train is a stupid movie. It's plot development is almost as bad as that of Robin Hood: The True Story.
It must really suck to be The Warehouse Superguy Dude. He only looks about 15. The things you do when you want to act.
Only about 44 more hours until my darling parents arrive in Wellington. Thank goodness.
I hate to say it, but Jennifer Lopez is quite cool. Except when she does her I'm A Tough New York Female Cop In An All-Male Environment thing. Then it's just cliched.
Just like the rest of this movie, really.
I'm going to bed.
I'm all alooooooooooone.
I suddenly feel dreadfully sorry for Mary. I hope you find company, darling.
My flatmate's gone. My friends are all but gone. My parents have not yet arrived. And I am facing 2 whole days of NOTHING.
Yay.
I feel like crying. Except not, because that would be embarrassing. Or it would be if there was anybody here to see it. But there's NOT, so there.
I just had my last service at church down here for the year, and have spent the afternoon with distant relatives I've barely met. It was fun, except that half of them don't talk. I was quite amusing cos I went to their place straight from church to have lunch, and I was in my skirt and fancy little heels, and then we went to Plimmerton, so there was Steff in her Sunday Best strutting down the beach. I did take off my shoes, though. I am not a moron.
Well, generally I'm not.
I have rediscovered Hanson. I have spent the weekend playing Guess When Taylor's Voice Broke. You know, they weren't half bad considering two of them were infants. I have a feeling that's not Zac playing the drums on several tracks, though.
Ha. Hanson are frauds. But then again, so are Nsync. Damn crappy pop music. How I love thee.
I have also rediscovered my Smash Hits Party album 1999, which has excellent songs such as Spice Up Your Life, Tubthumping and The Boy Is Mine, and actually excellent songs such as Hey Now and Let Me Entertain You. The Robbie Williams version too, not some washed-up NZ Idol reject. Awesome.
I'm so loooooonely. I may have to do some constructive stuff to the nsyncerator. I've already reviewed Schizophrenic. In a very in-depth way, of course. I'm intelligent like that.
Or not.
I suddenly feel dreadfully sorry for Mary. I hope you find company, darling.
My flatmate's gone. My friends are all but gone. My parents have not yet arrived. And I am facing 2 whole days of NOTHING.
Yay.
I feel like crying. Except not, because that would be embarrassing. Or it would be if there was anybody here to see it. But there's NOT, so there.
I just had my last service at church down here for the year, and have spent the afternoon with distant relatives I've barely met. It was fun, except that half of them don't talk. I was quite amusing cos I went to their place straight from church to have lunch, and I was in my skirt and fancy little heels, and then we went to Plimmerton, so there was Steff in her Sunday Best strutting down the beach. I did take off my shoes, though. I am not a moron.
Well, generally I'm not.
I have rediscovered Hanson. I have spent the weekend playing Guess When Taylor's Voice Broke. You know, they weren't half bad considering two of them were infants. I have a feeling that's not Zac playing the drums on several tracks, though.
Ha. Hanson are frauds. But then again, so are Nsync. Damn crappy pop music. How I love thee.
I have also rediscovered my Smash Hits Party album 1999, which has excellent songs such as Spice Up Your Life, Tubthumping and The Boy Is Mine, and actually excellent songs such as Hey Now and Let Me Entertain You. The Robbie Williams version too, not some washed-up NZ Idol reject. Awesome.
I'm so loooooonely. I may have to do some constructive stuff to the nsyncerator. I've already reviewed Schizophrenic. In a very in-depth way, of course. I'm intelligent like that.
Or not.
