So Blade: Trinity kicked major ass. I mean we’re talking major, major vampire ass. Geoff can attest to this, as all throughout the movie I kept saying things like “Wow” and “Gee wiz” and “this movie rocks”. So yes I was wrong and yes Jessica Biel is hot and Ryan Reynolds…wow! Who knew? Sign me up, man!
And, in other ass kicking news, I got Resident Evil: Apocolypse. And it rocks as well, but we knew that already.
So we played at Cheryl’s on Christmas Eve (their Christmas day, Ric had to work on Christmas). And I knew (really, I did) who’s team I was on. I was on the girls’ team. But apparently this one particular question just struck a chord with me and I had to answer (EVEN THOUGH IT WAS FOR A PIE AND IT WASN’T OUR TURN). And this is the question: “What Brad Pitt bomb did die hard Star Wars fans go to, just to see the preview for the Phantom Menace?” And I knew it. Meet Joe Black. What’s really scary is that I didn’t even have to think about it, it was just like common knowledge for me, like say, you know that the sky is blue and chocolate is yummy.
I am a random-fact-knowing weirdo.
So I got a whopping home depot card from my parents, and two new toliet seats for the house. (My original ones were nasty. Now they’re not.) So now I can get a real storm door! Whoop!
And, Lee got me a giftcard for bestbuy. So I can get Resident Evil 2 when it comes out. Oh, the joys of friends.
So Nicholas joined the family on Christmas Eve. He’s an 8-week old gray kitten, very small and quite friendly. He’s got an apt. at the vet this afternoon, to see if he’s able to join the general population soon or not. I think Ric has a home for him, too.
One of my stupid fucking neighbors threw him out. I mean it, truly. They threw him out. He and his brothers and sisters lived in the house of one of my neighbors and they decided that they had too many and threw them out.
Stupid fucking people.
Nicholas is the only one I can find, so far.
Erica called at ten on Christmas morning asking the above, in regard to who sang “Redneck Woman”. Aparently someone at work wanted to know who sang it, and Erica’s first response was, “Well, let me call Becky. She’ll know. She is one”.
With which I wholeheartedly agree.
So driving back from Altoona today, I stopped at my favorite Sheetz in the world. And I noticed that this particular Sheetz has a DRIVE-THRU. Dude, Sheetz has it all over Wawa. Really. I mean, any gas station that has a drive-thru and looks like a Starbucks on crack…come on. I so have to move out there.
When getting engaged, if your mother has to finance your engagement ring for you and give you the diamond to put in it, you probably shouldn’t been getting engaged just yet.
But that’s just me.
So I sat for Cheryl’s dogs last week. Six dogs is rather overwhelming. Although Forrest is my favorite dog of all time. And, I got to use Cheryl’s tub and shower. And her bed. And I got to see Erica like every day. Whoop!
So it’s really fucking cold here in Altoona. It was really fucking cold in DE too.
But in much better news, I got some good tunes today, before I left and after I got here. The new Green Day, some Lost Prophets, and the soundtrack to SpiderMan 2. All good. And, I have a four hour drive home tomorrow to learn every single word.
Resident Evil Apocolypse is coming out soon. My life will soon be complete. Milla Jovovich, whenever I want her. Yum.
So ok, I don’t really know if it was Cheryl. Come to think of it, if she did, she’d be out a puppy sitter, so it probably wasn’t my second mama. Maybe it was Carl. He was in one goofy mood last night, that boy. I had like a half a glass of Yellow Tail Shiraz (and for anyone who knows me well, knows that I like kool-aid wine, white zin, not real big girl wine) so that was a step up for me. Anyway. So I had dinner at Cheryl’s last night after coming back from Boston, at her Party Lite thingamagigger, and at three oclock this morning, I woke up violently sick. Yucky.
No more wine for me, yessir.
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