i demand piggies!
Friday, Jun. 04, 2004 @ 3:02 p.m.
I’m sneaking out of here early to go see Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Hopefully it won’t be sold out.I shall try not to have inappropriate thoughts regarding Daniel Radcliffe, but I can’t promise anything.
Hey, you can’t tell me he isn’t overly sexualized by the studio! Just look at this picture:
His face is dirty and he’s holding a sword. It’s Hollywood’s fault I’m a pervert!
Also? That picture was a still for Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, which means he was like, 12 when it was taken.
I am on the fast track to hell for sure.
Friday, Jun. 04, 2004 @ 11:16 a.m.
I got my Zapp’s last night!That sneak Mom, she said she was only sending me one full-size bag. Well, there was one full-size…plus 18 individual bags! She sent regular, Cajun Crawtator (my favorite), Hotter N’ Hot Jalapeno, and a new flavor, Sizzlin’ Steak. They taste like steak!
I called her to say thanks and when she answered the phone I said in a totally serious voice “I don’t think you sent enough potato chips”. Mom never gets sarcasm if you use it with a straight face, and she was like “Why?! What do you mean?!!”
We talked for a little while, she said Grandpa had a “bad day”. Granny said he fell asleep in his chair, and when he woke up she noticed he was really wrestling with the arm of the chair, and when she asked him what he was doing he said “I can’t pick up my razor! I have to shave!”
Well, I started giggling. You have to understand, I don’t think it’s funny when Grandpa has mental lapses (I still maintain that the guy’s pretty damn sharp for 96), but if you knew my grandparents you’d understand. Mom got to laughing as well, and she said Granny was like “Fine! Rip the chair apart, then. You’ll get stuck!!” (Because it’s one of those chairs that raises him to a sitting position when he wants to get up.)
Then she told me about how they had a BBQ on Memorial Day, and she thinks Grandpa’s dentures need to be realigned because he couldn’t chew his steak. He held up a wad of partially-masticated cow and was like “What IS this?” He didn’t believe it when they told him it was steak, and throughout the meal he kept saying “What was that thing? It didn’t taste like beef!”
Mom and Madeleine were dying. She said the only thing missing was me and Uncle Larry (her younger brother), because we would have been on the floor. Uncle Larry is a bad influence on me, all he has to do is look at me and I crack up. The last time we were in Louisiana at the same time (he lives in Texas) we were standing in the yard, and Jimmy’s (one of my second cousins once removed) drunk speed-freak wife came running up, and she was wearing a Stone Cold Steve Austin T-shirt and baseball cap. I could feel Uncle Larry trying to get me to look at him but I was barely holding it together as it was. If I’d looked at him, I would have lost it.
My family is completely insane, lord love ‘em.
Friday, Jun. 04, 2004 @ 9:24 a.m.
Starting off the day with a meme. I would like all 2 of my readers to participate!Copy/paste and answer the following questions in the comment box (please):
1. Who are you?
2. Have we ever met?
3. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
4. Describe me in one word.
5. What reminds you of me?
6. If you could give me anything, what would it be?
7. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn’t?
9. Are you going to put this on your weblog and see what I say about you?
10. What do you love like a fat kid loves cake?
11. What makes you come back here?
I have no idea why there's no #8. I copied it as is from tenth muse.