December 27, 2001 :: 2:28 a.m.
it's a big goose!
I don't enjoy my poison ring so much anymore. It's sort of itchy and awkward, and it's starting to look tacky. I mean, it's probably been tacky the whole time, but I'm just noticing it now. I wish I could take it back, but I don't have the reciept. Actually, I never got one, so I suppose I could try. "Uh, hi... I bought this yesterday and now I think it sucks. Can I get my money back?"
Lord of the Rings was awesome. I almost didn't see it, because my people-phobia was acting up hardcore. But I didn't run away! I conquered my fear, ignored the itching and the cold sweat, and braved the insanely packed theater like a good little soldier. I must say that it was worth it, too. I thought it was going to be sort of an arduous viewing, since the last three hour movie I saw (minus Harry Potter) was Dances With Wolves, and that put me to sleep. But the time really flew by - it didn't seem very long at all, probably because it was interesting and visually stunning and all that jazz. I was really digging Legolas and his feats of amazing archery, and Strider/Aragorn's ruggedness. Ranger-type boys are fun to look at. Oh, and I want to live in Rivendell. Why don't places like that actually exist? Not that it would matter, because even if they did exist they'd be spoiled and polluted and swarming with tourists. Mere mortals cannot handle such beauty.
During the battle with the orcs, where Boromir dies, a horn sounded. It was the horn of something starting with a G. Am I the only one who thinks it sounded like a really big goose? I said that to Adam and he cracked up; after he composed himself again, he agreed. A big goose probably isn't as dignified as "the horn of G____" was supposed to sound, but hey. It's more amusing than a trumpet or something.
I gave Adam his christmas presents tonight. The two that I have, anyway. I think he liked them. If the other one doesn't come by Friday, I'm going to seriously go nuts on someone. Heads will roll! No sympathy will be given. I'll bring out the iron maiden and teach someone what's what.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
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