Lazy, lazy day. I still have my pajama's on and it's 3 in the afternoon. And was pissed when my mom called at eleven and woke me, but 2 seconds later there was a micro burst and out of nowhere it rained cats and dogs on my house for about 10 minutes, and put me back to sleep.
Shana and I went to see Without A Paddle last night. Highly recommend it. I mean, yes, there are a couple of glaring plot holes, but you don't mind them too much because to fully believe such a contrived plot, you have to sweep some details under the rug. But it was really funny, especially Seth Green and his little fanny pack. Yeah, that screams sex-ay.
I stopped at Wal-mart on the way home (yes, by myself, yes at 1 am, now shut up, all of you) and bought The Girl Next Door on DVD. I saw it at the movies when it came out, so I already know the movie is funny, but the dvd SUCKS! There are like, ZERO extras on this DVD. The only thing you'll find is a directors commentary and a pop-up-video style trvia version of the movie, which, I do have to admit is really cool, but THAT'S IT! No deleted scenes, gag reels, cast bi-ops or even so much as a theatrical trailer. You. Get. Nothing. I had really high hopes for this DVD, too. Fuckers.
OK, so on Wednesday I went to see Phil Collins all by my lonesome. It's kinda funny cause I can't remember the last time I really went to anything alone. I've never even seen a movie alone. I'm a very social animal. I travel in a pack. But no one else wanted/could afford/had the day off to go. So I said fuck it. Fuck it all. On the way home form work I stopped at America west and got a ticket. 2 hours before the show and I get 6th ROW!! How fabulous is that? It was a very good show though. Granted, I kind of stood out a little being surrounded by all those middle aged white people, but I still had a really good time. My odd little Phil Collins obsession gets me laughed at sometimes, but I don't care. IyamwhatIyamandthatsallthatIyam.
OK, I gotta jet, I think I might go take me a nap. Seriously. Oh, and Elaine and Liz suck for being the front row for Jason Mraz. Just thought I'd trow that in. Later days!
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