Viva la libertad -- A Friend.

I went and saw Repo! The Genetic Opera last night and it was amazing. Anthony Stewart Head did a fantastic job. If you have a chance you should go see it.

So I've made this wonderful discovery and there's no one awake to share it with me except Kameron who already laughed.


The discovery is about tents.

See, tents are really clothing. Clothing for houses. All this time we've been having carnivals in some naked house's dress that we propped up with poles.

Damn Carnies.


EDIT: And I want to know what the hell kind of wood burns and creates ashes tiny enough that they look like snow, because every time we've had a bonfire the ashes have been big fucking gray bits, and they didn't look a damn think like snow. Maybe the eternal hellfire of the damned just works differently. (We're talking Silent Hill, here.)


And why the hell did Greedo have to shoot first?

For shame, George. For shame.

On Deadjournal when my little mood icon guy is annoyed, it gets a chainsaw. I think if this happened in real life, things would at least be a bit more interesting.(Think of all the teachers who would find themselves holding large, revving, battery powered (for portability) chainsaws. Yikes.)

BBC has restarted Doctor Who, which makes me super happy. I ♥ Doctor Who. They're gonna start showing the new season soon too, even though it's not really new because it already aired in Britain, but I can't download shows, so yeah...

I'm happy. Even though no one has ever heard of Doctor Who, and I seem to be the only person that watched the old shows in the middle of the night when I was in middle school. Tsk tsk, people, tsk tsk.

I found a bunch of Harry Potter rock bands on Myspace today. There has been much giggling.

http://www.myspace.com/dracoandthemalfoysusa

http://www.myspace.com/theremuslupins

http://www.myspace.com/themoaningmyrtles

Check em out, they're funny.

TO ALL MEN:

You're right. Females are confusing. The lot of them. girls, women, little toddlers who always want the toy you aren't offering them, yeah. Confusing as hell. No one will ever understand them. But plenty will be damned in trying.
Have fun in hell, boys.
I hope you know that each and every woman on this earth is secretly glad to have put you there.

My birthday's on Sunday and I don't know what I want to do.


...Other than that, I don't really have much to say. I haven't been getting out much in the last week. Jake came over and watched movies on Saturday and Sunday, and I spent Monday watching season 1 of Buffy, and I went to Seattle with Sonja and Alex on Wednesday, and I got Mon Frere and it was fun, but by the time we went home I had a headache and my feet hurt and I just wanted to go home and go to sleep. I've been so tired lately...And then yesterday...I think I finished watching Buffy and then...fell off the face of the earth or something. Anyway, today I woke up late, poked the internet, watched Pirates! and Buffy! and went to the store with my mom.
I feel like a lazy bum. I'm going to do laundry tonight and get out of the house tomorrow if it kills me. Evil sunlight. Grrr. Arrrg.

Birleyfest Tomorrow at noon, fuckers! You better go!
Band shirts are $5 (it's going toward new equipment, and they need it. Really, they do.)
And there's food as usual, but you have to pay, as usual. It's the last damn Birleyfest, be there or I'll kill you.

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