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fearlesstempIs it possible that Legally Blonde is even better than I remembered? Totally possible. The fact that it is being accompanied by brownies (they are in the oven now; I just ate a bunch of batter while watching the movie, sheer heaven) could be the reason for its unanticipated extreme awesomeness.
Am reporting live from my aunt's house, where I am again housesitting. Am again convinced I will be axe murdered in my sleep - this time because my aunt was supposed to leave a key under the mat, but there was no key under the mat when I arrived. I snuck in another way and even though I know - KNOW! - that she probably just forgot to leave the key (she is about as on top of small details as I am), still part of me is convinced that some serial killer devoted to offing twenty-something chocoholics with double chins is waiting outside for darkness to fall so that he can sneak in with the extra key and snuff me.
Ooh, brownie timer beeping!
And now they must cool.
Anyway: the key. I actually arrived to housesit yesterday but aforementioned serial killer stress, accentuated by the fact that Frankie the Smelly, Anxiety-Ridden Dog kept barking at unseen foes outside the front windows, caused me to leave here around midnight to sleep at home. I drove back here this morning and stopped at the store on the way to procure important supplies (Diet Pepsi, brownie mix [I tried to make brownies last night but misread the box and put in the wrong amount of vegetable oil so the brownies were totally gross], Tostitos). I meandered out to the car, loaded my supplies, shut the trunk, and went to get in the car. Only the key wasn't in my hand. Or my pocket. Or on the ground. It was totally in the trunk.
So I had to sit on the grassy knoll outside the grocery store for forty-five minutes, waiting for my poor mother to haul ass out here to drop off my key. I swear, I am lucky Mark Burnett is not running my family, because I would totally be voted off the island right quick. My brother is about to kill me because I'm trying to get him to stay out here with me. I'm thisclose to calling his friend's cell phone. That might harsh his coolness rep with his friends, but I DON'T CARE. Some people might have too much pride to own up to their scaredy-cat-ness as openly as I am, but I am not one of those people. I think you all know that already.
I have somehow managed to avoid work altogether this weekend.
Things I Have Done This Weekend Instead of Schoolwork, Which I Should Be Working On So I Can Enjoy Harry Potter Guilt-Free Next Weekend:
-Watched Into the West, which continues to captivate me in spite of its lack of quality. I will admit that it is less enthralling now than it was originally, mostly because they traded out Original Jacob and Original Thunder Heart Woman for older copies. Original Jacob was so totally dreamy. Jacob Junior, played by Nikolas Cassidine of GH, is pretty dreamy, but loses points because he's not involved in a cheesy romance the way Original Jacob was. Jacob Junior is suffering nobly and struggling with his mixed identity. I want romance, dammit!
-Watched the end of ET, which was, like Legally Blonde, even more awesome than I remembered. I cried.
-Watched Frequency, which was pretty good. I cried some more.
-Talked on the phone a lot.
-Stared for twenty minutes at a spoilers link for Half Blood Prince. Ultimately resisted.
-Read People, Entertainment Weekly, and Soap Opera Weekly.
-Watched parts of Into the West again.
-Tutored R., who continues to be unable to recognize the word "parts" - am slowly going insane over this. I even made up a little tune! It went, "p-a-r-t-s parts, p-a-r-t-s parts, p-a-r-t-s parts" (repeat until librarian gives you the evil eye). STILL no luck.
-Watched two episodes of Sex and the City.
-Purchased tweezers to rid self of disturbing chin hair (hair as in singular - have not grown beard, thank God).
-Watched some ridiculous TLC medical dramas, which featured exactly the kind of low-quality dramatizations I love.
And now I'm going to go check my cell phone to see if my brother called. And perhaps call him if he didn't.
Am reporting live from my aunt's house, where I am again housesitting. Am again convinced I will be axe murdered in my sleep - this time because my aunt was supposed to leave a key under the mat, but there was no key under the mat when I arrived. I snuck in another way and even though I know - KNOW! - that she probably just forgot to leave the key (she is about as on top of small details as I am), still part of me is convinced that some serial killer devoted to offing twenty-something chocoholics with double chins is waiting outside for darkness to fall so that he can sneak in with the extra key and snuff me.
Ooh, brownie timer beeping!
And now they must cool.
Anyway: the key. I actually arrived to housesit yesterday but aforementioned serial killer stress, accentuated by the fact that Frankie the Smelly, Anxiety-Ridden Dog kept barking at unseen foes outside the front windows, caused me to leave here around midnight to sleep at home. I drove back here this morning and stopped at the store on the way to procure important supplies (Diet Pepsi, brownie mix [I tried to make brownies last night but misread the box and put in the wrong amount of vegetable oil so the brownies were totally gross], Tostitos). I meandered out to the car, loaded my supplies, shut the trunk, and went to get in the car. Only the key wasn't in my hand. Or my pocket. Or on the ground. It was totally in the trunk.
So I had to sit on the grassy knoll outside the grocery store for forty-five minutes, waiting for my poor mother to haul ass out here to drop off my key. I swear, I am lucky Mark Burnett is not running my family, because I would totally be voted off the island right quick. My brother is about to kill me because I'm trying to get him to stay out here with me. I'm thisclose to calling his friend's cell phone. That might harsh his coolness rep with his friends, but I DON'T CARE. Some people might have too much pride to own up to their scaredy-cat-ness as openly as I am, but I am not one of those people. I think you all know that already.
I have somehow managed to avoid work altogether this weekend.
Things I Have Done This Weekend Instead of Schoolwork, Which I Should Be Working On So I Can Enjoy Harry Potter Guilt-Free Next Weekend:
-Watched Into the West, which continues to captivate me in spite of its lack of quality. I will admit that it is less enthralling now than it was originally, mostly because they traded out Original Jacob and Original Thunder Heart Woman for older copies. Original Jacob was so totally dreamy. Jacob Junior, played by Nikolas Cassidine of GH, is pretty dreamy, but loses points because he's not involved in a cheesy romance the way Original Jacob was. Jacob Junior is suffering nobly and struggling with his mixed identity. I want romance, dammit!
-Watched the end of ET, which was, like Legally Blonde, even more awesome than I remembered. I cried.
-Watched Frequency, which was pretty good. I cried some more.
-Talked on the phone a lot.
-Stared for twenty minutes at a spoilers link for Half Blood Prince. Ultimately resisted.
-Read People, Entertainment Weekly, and Soap Opera Weekly.
-Watched parts of Into the West again.
-Tutored R., who continues to be unable to recognize the word "parts" - am slowly going insane over this. I even made up a little tune! It went, "p-a-r-t-s parts, p-a-r-t-s parts, p-a-r-t-s parts" (repeat until librarian gives you the evil eye). STILL no luck.
-Watched two episodes of Sex and the City.
-Purchased tweezers to rid self of disturbing chin hair (hair as in singular - have not grown beard, thank God).
-Watched some ridiculous TLC medical dramas, which featured exactly the kind of low-quality dramatizations I love.
And now I'm going to go check my cell phone to see if my brother called. And perhaps call him if he didn't.
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Date: 2005-07-11 01:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-11 10:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-11 05:45 am (UTC)Also, now I'm craving brownies, too.
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Date: 2005-07-11 10:14 pm (UTC)Isn't Legally Blonde awesome? It's not just the idea of the movie, but the execution - there are all of these tiny, hilarious moments. Like Elle's orientation group at Harvard Law - each one of the actors in the circle has perfect timing, and then RW totally nails her part at the end. I kept the second airing of the movie airing after the first one ended because I enjoyed it so much.
Go Elle!
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Date: 2005-07-11 11:06 pm (UTC)Legally Blonde was seriously fantastic. It's definitely because of the cast as a whole (and the direction, by implication) - they're just spot-on.
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Date: 2005-07-11 10:52 am (UTC)Same here. And also, it was v. disappointing that all Christian Kane did was work on the railroad WITHOUT EVEN TAKING HIS SHIRT OFF.
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Date: 2005-07-11 10:18 pm (UTC)Anyway, really, can't they give us a little romance? A little sugar with the harsh medicine that is the near-total-slaughter of an indigenous population? Clara and her Non-Biological Cousin just isn't enough. I need more! Is that SO MUCH to ask??
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Date: 2005-07-11 05:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-11 10:18 pm (UTC)