even though i could never get serious about the shitty comic book movies they make now, nor the disappointing roles edward norton has been taking lately, last night at the drive-in was alright. even though i slept through a lot of the italian job, the whole night was a good excuse to just hang out and make up lines for eric banna and jennifer connelly in the hulk.
every scene in a movie between two good-looking actors is a pre-fuck warm-up. don't ask me, i didn't make the rules.
today was interesting, to say the least. in contrast to the large crowds i've been hanging with lately, i was mostly just with anthony and/or seth for the whole day. first we went to nick's house to swim at his pool, where the three of us took a shower together in the cramp space of a normal-sized bathtub while nick's sister and her friends watched us. don't worry, we had bathing suits on. a lot of conditioner was used between our three heads of hippie-length hair.
after that surprisingly untraumatic escapade, we journeyed to anthony's spanish abode, where we raided his fridge for nourishment. i had eaten a technically "old" burger from seth's car earlier, but i still required more eats.
coulon beach was terrible. there were these two guys on stage singing... terribly. think of an embarrassing christian act that tries to be funny but fails in every way possible, not to mention musically. these guys weren't only suck, they were pitifully annoying, singing about vegetables and touching 16 year old girls in their no-no place. what the fuck was exactly my initial response.
after coulon, seth and i went to yenvy's house. being the owners of the first pho restaurant in our area, yenvy's family is rich and their house is lavish. still, the house didn't really define the night as much as clear-pore-strips and cross-dressing. it was a pretty chill time. hammocks and a beautiful vista; i now have to make additions to my personal interpretation of the meaning of life.
i'm joking of course, you critical asshole.
when i got home i watched about schmidt. i'm not going to say much about films anymore, since i hate reviewing them for public account in the first place. the film is good, to say the least.
i think it's better that i write more about the days when barely anyone sees me. and i'm very tired right now.
every scene in a movie between two good-looking actors is a pre-fuck warm-up. don't ask me, i didn't make the rules.
today was interesting, to say the least. in contrast to the large crowds i've been hanging with lately, i was mostly just with anthony and/or seth for the whole day. first we went to nick's house to swim at his pool, where the three of us took a shower together in the cramp space of a normal-sized bathtub while nick's sister and her friends watched us. don't worry, we had bathing suits on. a lot of conditioner was used between our three heads of hippie-length hair.
after that surprisingly untraumatic escapade, we journeyed to anthony's spanish abode, where we raided his fridge for nourishment. i had eaten a technically "old" burger from seth's car earlier, but i still required more eats.
coulon beach was terrible. there were these two guys on stage singing... terribly. think of an embarrassing christian act that tries to be funny but fails in every way possible, not to mention musically. these guys weren't only suck, they were pitifully annoying, singing about vegetables and touching 16 year old girls in their no-no place. what the fuck was exactly my initial response.
after coulon, seth and i went to yenvy's house. being the owners of the first pho restaurant in our area, yenvy's family is rich and their house is lavish. still, the house didn't really define the night as much as clear-pore-strips and cross-dressing. it was a pretty chill time. hammocks and a beautiful vista; i now have to make additions to my personal interpretation of the meaning of life.
i'm joking of course, you critical asshole.
when i got home i watched about schmidt. i'm not going to say much about films anymore, since i hate reviewing them for public account in the first place. the film is good, to say the least.
i think it's better that i write more about the days when barely anyone sees me. and i'm very tired right now.
posted by Jocagu at 7/03/2003 02:10:00 AM
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