Creepy

Apparently I have a teenage admirer. Every night that I've worked the past two weeks my co-workers and I have noticed these two boys outside our windows. Then they would come inside take a walk around the store and leave. Then they would linger outside awhile looking in. It's creepy. The past three or four times one of the boys stared at me the whole time he was inside and out. It was unsettling to say the least. Then tonight they came in again then left. One boy came back in again, he walked up to me and asked how old I was, after I answered him, he smiled and left. I'm twenty-three years old, that boy couldn't be more then fifteen. It was totally unnerving. But the weirdest part? This whole thing makes me want to watch Fatal Attraction, Swimfan, or Fear. Hopefully I won't end up like anyone in any of those movies though!

Yay! Christmas

Christmas time again! Who else is broke as hell? I've spent more money then I'd care to think about. The only thing that will get me through my (poor) winter blues is Scrooged! Bill Murray should have made a movie for every holiday in my opinion. Scrooged is my Christmas movie and Groundhog Day is pretty much my whole February movie. But what am I to do the rest of the year, I ask you? Sure, Scrooged is kind of dark but it's nothing compared to the new Disney's A Christmas Carol. Too creepy for me thanks. And it's aimed at kids! Let me tell you, Scrooged is a great deal better then that. Anyway, I'll stay warm and cozy (and way less creeped out) with Frank Cross and the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Future. I do love the cabbie Ghost but the fairy Ghost was always my favorite! Man, she knew how to use a toaster!

Mr. Rochester

It's very obvious to anyone who knows me that I'm an Anglophile. (For those who don't know an Anglophile is a person who loves all things British.) Let me tell you, I love it when I come across a new movie adaptation of one of my favorite books. Right now I'm !super!excited! about the new Jane Eyre movie that's coming out. Any guesses why? Beside the fact that it's a British film? Because Michael Fassbender is Mr. Rochester! It's already been established how much of a hankering I have for him. (Heh. Hankering.) So until the new one comes out I'll have to watch Masterpiece Theatre's Jane Eyre over and over. It's the best version I've seen to date. But that might change once I've seen Mr. Fassbender take his turn.

Well Crap

There are children in my house. They are not my children (thank God!). I'm not really the maternal type, I'm not sure what to do really. I had a night of fun and frivolity planned, obviously that's changed. Why does life have to get in the way so often? They are cute though... and pretty decent at poker too!

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Holy crap! Yay!
That's all for now. More to come.

Update: Nope. Not so fun after all. Total crap-shoot. Well, eff it. I'll start my night off right by myself. Hello Four Loko my dear friend. It's been too long.... A couple of weeks is a long time right? Long enough anyway. So it's going to be a Four Loko and Dexter kind of evening. For those of you wondering it's fruit punch. A friend just told me about a drink I need to try. It's called  Lollipop. Hawaiian Punch and cherry vodka. Mmmmm.

Scifi Movie Night

I spent the evening watching scifi movies with my big brother Crash. We had Splice and some 80's flick called Arena lined up. Adrian Brody's the reason I watched Splice and he is the only reason to watch it, let me assure you. It wasn't the worst movie I've ever seen but it certainly wasn't the best either. I had heard it was bad, truthfully that was why I watched it, but I was still unprepared. I generally like the movies that are labeled "terrible", they might not be good but they're usually interesting. Splice was not. Snoozefest. It's like a really dry soap opera with genetic splicing thrown in. All the real action takes place in the last 10 minutes. Arena is an 80's scifi movie at it's best.... or worst depending on how you look at it. It has plenty of rubber monsters to enjoy. It's like the background aliens in Star Wars meet the American Gladiators. It's totally ridiculous but it's pretty funny. I'm not sure if it's intended to be funny but whatever.

Tattoo?

I am seriously considering another tattoo. I don't really know what I want though. The very (pasty) Irish side of me wants a shamrock. The other side of me says - really?- in a very snotty tone. My mother has only just forgiven me for the last one. Hmmmmm, what to do? (Obviously I have to put it somewhere she won't see!) That's right. I'm a grown woman who's still afraid of her mother. You would be too if you ever saw her mad. (Think Red Hulk meets the mom from Leave it to Beaver.) What to get? Suggestions are appreciated. Oh! While I'm thinking of it, Cupcake we've got to get you inked! But if your mom asks I was not involved! She could go all Nurse Ratched on me from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. (That's the only scary nurse I could think of.)