So, I'm watching Avatar for the second time on the small screen, minus 3-D specs. And I have to say, the plot's a little sketchy/shit.
That big dragon thing that no one has managed to capture in like, ever? Surely our main man, a bloke that isn't even a lanky smurf, can't capture that?
Oh, hang on, yes he can.
That's Hollywood for you, folks. Unbelievable stuff will happen.
I still enjoyed it though. And I can't deny the epic graphics. Or the epic amount of side boob on show. James Cameron's wet dream? I think so.
On another note, I have just watched a video in which a chinese dude advertises for a girlfriend.
She must not be one of those girls who has a penis but doesn't tell you.
*wipes small tear from eye*
Thankyou, Jade Bailey, for that excellent bit of footage.
I always feel like I should write a whole lot more on my blog. Something of a similar length to War and Peace, perhaps.
But sod it.
I can't be arsed.
I really only wanted a wee moan about Avatar.
LOVELOVELOVE FOR Y'ALL
xxx
Wednesday, 28 April 2010
Sunday, 18 April 2010
The trouble with small door frames.
I've calmed down now, after my rather angry last post. All mugs are intact.
And I've come to terms with my uni rejections; I can probably nick some failure's place with my shiny three As, but if not hey ho. I'm going to Trent, and do ya know what? I don't really mind anymore. I'm still getting a Fresher's week (in which I'm going to get so trollied I may end up in some other uni/country entirely), I'm still getting a degree and I'm still getting to move out.
Anyhoo, I feel wonderful today. Really fucking fabulous. As if I could take on the world, or some shit like that. Honestly, I was looking in the mirror for the 563,927th time today and realised that I am actually amazing. And that my life is also amazing. I am just a brilliant person. I've got absolutely nothing to worry about - except exams - and I'm completely uncomplicated. That doesn't mean I'm a simpleton (what a fantastic word!), I'm just genuinely happy.
I've got great mates, great grades and great looks.
Not such a great sex life, but I'm working on that.
I also have a tip top personality. I get along with most people, I'm always laughing and I love just about everyone. They definately all love me. Introduce me to an amiable stranger and I will chat until their ears bleed, yet they'll still add me on Facebook. BOOM.
Reading this paragraph, you're probably thinking 'Fuck me, how does she get her head through the door?' And yes, it is a bit of a problem. Sometimes I have to just ram through and leave a head shape in the frame.
But I reckon that from time to time, it's good to tell yourself that you are fantastic. You will start to feel it, and think it, and so will other people.
Self help book in progress, folks.
Okay, that's about it for this week. Well, month or two. I hardly ever write, but the beauty of it is when I do give you the tasty little titbits of my thought you enjoy it all the more.
Night m'dears.
xxx
And I've come to terms with my uni rejections; I can probably nick some failure's place with my shiny three As, but if not hey ho. I'm going to Trent, and do ya know what? I don't really mind anymore. I'm still getting a Fresher's week (in which I'm going to get so trollied I may end up in some other uni/country entirely), I'm still getting a degree and I'm still getting to move out.
WIN.
Sort of.
Anyhoo, I feel wonderful today. Really fucking fabulous. As if I could take on the world, or some shit like that. Honestly, I was looking in the mirror for the 563,927th time today and realised that I am actually amazing. And that my life is also amazing. I am just a brilliant person. I've got absolutely nothing to worry about - except exams - and I'm completely uncomplicated. That doesn't mean I'm a simpleton (what a fantastic word!), I'm just genuinely happy.
I've got great mates, great grades and great looks.
Not such a great sex life, but I'm working on that.
I also have a tip top personality. I get along with most people, I'm always laughing and I love just about everyone. They definately all love me. Introduce me to an amiable stranger and I will chat until their ears bleed, yet they'll still add me on Facebook. BOOM.
Reading this paragraph, you're probably thinking 'Fuck me, how does she get her head through the door?' And yes, it is a bit of a problem. Sometimes I have to just ram through and leave a head shape in the frame.
But I reckon that from time to time, it's good to tell yourself that you are fantastic. You will start to feel it, and think it, and so will other people.
Self help book in progress, folks.
Okay, that's about it for this week. Well, month or two. I hardly ever write, but the beauty of it is when I do give you the tasty little titbits of my thought you enjoy it all the more.
Night m'dears.
xxx
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