Monday, July 30, 2007

Kyle XY!!!!!


Wheeeeeeeeeeee, it's so funny. It's like, put hormones in a clueless alien (only not really) boy, and mix him with normal person. And the steriotypical religious-but-hot girl who Kyle is of course massivley in love with. And the religiously drunk grandfather ("Scotch plus Bible equals question mark??") who was only just introduced. Oh, and Kyle's female counterpart. Who APPARENTLY is the one who offed Kyle's foster sister...DUDE. And the evil man, who's going to kill that woman's insanley cute little daughter. They are SO SO SOSOSOSOSOSOSO evil!! And Declan is hot. How do you spell that again? Deklan? Deklin? Declin? AUGH! Hahahaha...if you have any questions how this show works, ask me. I WILL explain it.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Sit and Miss

So I'm bad at just sitting and missing someone. How do you do that? It's so bad. It's just stupid. I mean, you're just supposed to sit there and be sad like this? How? How do you not go crazy?

But then again...I can't do anything else.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Little Miss Sunshine

So I finally watched Little Miss Sunshine, and it's nowhere near as overrated as most things that win/are nominated for stuff are. Abigail Breslin (Olive) was so cute. Actually, too cute. She was starting to annoy the crap out of me until she did that a-zamming dance. The dad was okay, totally amazingly annoying. Toni Colette (the mom) looked SO crazily skinny. And BLONDE!!! I didn't even know it was her until I IMDb'ed it. She was good at being emotional, but what else is new? The grandpa was soooooooo funny, and Dwayne was sweet but a little bland. Steve Carell is my hero for making depressed/suicidal/cutter uncle funny and heartbreaking at the same time. All in all, this movie proves that VW Vans rule, Steve Carell is still my hero, and and men will not notice a dead body in the back of your trunk if they spot some porn first.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

You've Got Tom Hanks!

So my sister has taken over the TV, and she chose You've Got Mail, which I watched by accident with her one time. And let me just say that it is the most ridiculous thing I have *ever* watched.

If you're lucky enough not to have seen it, here's the plot: Free-spirited Village girl who runs charming little bookstore (Meg Ryan) meets sleazy rich guy building bookstore warehouse
(Tom Hanks). Meet online. Send e-mails. Love each other. Unknowingly meet in real life. Hate each other. Rich guy and Villiage girl have bookstore battles. Rich guy puts Village girl out of buisness. Rich guy proves that he's a total sleazy idiot. AND THEY STILL FALL IN LOVE!!!

So. Freaking. Annoying. Tom Hanks is ugly, too. Hahaha.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

I'm Up, I'm Up...dated.

so, here i am. Updating. At fucking 8:30 in the morning.

You see, it's my sister's birthday today. Apparently they beleive that this changes the fact that i need to sleep. I even told them all yesterday that they could open the freaking presents without me; i didn't care. For some reason, listening to me proved an alien concept to anyone in my family, and at 8 o'clock my brother and sister were poking me and laughing. When I didn't respond well to that, they went off to tell on me to my dad. He woke me up and is mad at me because I told him I hated them, which considering that they woke me up in the crappiest way imaginable and how my sister won't shut the hell up about how she's getting her damn phone a year earlier than I did because HER grades are perfect, isn't a totally inacurate statement. Seventeen minutes later, I was back upstairs and, like I knew was going to happen, I can't fall back asleep. I mean, I've seen her open twelve years worth of presents (i was asleep downstairs for this one). Why the hell do i need to see someone tear wrapping paper off boxes? Why does my mom see it as so horribly insensitive that I would rather sleep in, have her open the presents at the exact time SHE wants to, and have me in a good mood when I get up, thus making her birthday that much better instead of watching my sister scream over gifts that in a couple of weeks she'll forget she owns (besides the cell phone, of course. My dad the genius put us on a shared minutes plan and she's already been berating me about not using "her minutes" for weeks) and be in a shitty mood for the rest of the day?

As you can see, I have a reason to hate my family.