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Wednesday, May 13, 2009

The Creation




Mmm ... the first post is mine. I feel all nervous and tingly (Cue the Madonna "Like a Virgin" music). My palms are clammy and my hands are shaking. But like anyone's first cherry popping moment you give the finger to your doubt and nerves (and while you're at it chlamydia too) and say the hell with it here I go:

1) My birthday is coming up (cough cough May 21st cough cough). And I have been really thinking about skydiving to celebrate. You only live once. In fact last night I had a dream about skydiving with elephants. Not sure if it was Dumbo though. Hopefully the sequel is tonight.

2) I know its way too early (especially with all the summer and winter movies coming), but I am totally going to be Wolverine for Halloween. I can't get the image of me with bushy sideburns and claws out of my head. Plus it wouldn't be too much of a stretch from my regular self as I don't really trim my nails or cut my hair anyway. All I need is some adamantium.

3) Mall Cop was one of the worst movies I have ever seen. I am a huge fan of Happy Madison Productions, but honestly did Adam Sandler even think this one through or did he just buy a segway and think hey this could be made into a movie somehow?! Screw scripts or legit plot points. I can see him now yelling, "I've got it!!! Segway + Mall Cop = Hilarity!!!" Well you said it to Bob Barker yourself, "The price is wrong, bitch!" It wasn't funny at all. I want my money back. Oh wait, thank god I watched this illegally downloaded on a computer. If I wasn't still slightly hung over I would want my wasted hour and half of life back, but we all know I was going to just lay there anyway.

4) Yesterday during the Celtics game my roommate got off the couch and I immediately took his seat from him because he didn't yell "Fives." A common game where if you leave a seat you have to call it for "five" minutes or that seat will then be up for grabs to whoever can claw, maim and kill their way to the top of the couch food chain. Anyways, I eventually got up and went into my room to go to sleep while he was still out in the family room thus giving him ownership over the couch once again. Then while in bed I heard him get off the couch again. I was about to dash back out and go to sleep on it just to spite him (as any good roommate would do) until I heard him sarcastically yell "Fives!" The split second before I was asleep I thought to myself F#@& how did he know?!?

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