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But as it stands, I'll just pose this question to the ladies. Have you found the line "Do you listen to Pantera?" particularly successful in wooing you into further conversation? Perhaps immediately followed by, "Oh, 'cause if you did, I would've asked if you could burn me some CDs"? I'm like, yo, we started talking about forty seconds ago and now we're buddies in piracy? He finished up smooth though: "Stay beautiful." Sad that it was all in the dismount. In other Target news, Justin/Christina album has been achieved, as well as the new TV Guide asking if network television has become too graphically commercialized (personally, I find some of the advertising more offensive than the programming, though some people are more protective of their virginity than their intelligence, which, you know, to each his own. Dignity is good, retain what you can, /rant.)
Sushi is good. Sushi with Miranda is utterly fabulous. We were both in good moods today, so the conversation must've been fun to just watch even from a distance.
Your fact for the day: Even fruit snacks, though god only knows what in them, go stale. Go figure, eh? (Though I did let out quite the exhilarated shout at finally finding them at K-Mart, thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
grrleloquence for the heads up.)
Bend It Like Beckham! Such the cute! And so very, very good! I really ought to listen togiddyupnow way more than I do, because eee! Totally go see it, everyone. Should you find yourself in need of a specific selling point, his name is Jonathan Rhys-Meyers, and oh. my. god. The man is absolutely gorgeous, and delightfully in a much less androginous way than in Velvet Goldmine (which I watched at least four, though probably five, times within three days for a film analysis paper my freshman year and somehow managed not to get Miranda in on its action. Must remedy soon.)
Also, these flavored chocolate sticks my mum got will be the end of me. Tonight's is raspberry, and good thing there's so few left is all I have to say.
[ETA: My first thought on coming into the pitch black computer room and seeing the little pilot lights on the monitor, keyboard, mouse, and tower was, "Gee, Lance wouldn't like sleeping in here at all." ... Uh, this might officially signal my desperate need for a hobby. Or something. I've been dreaming about playing instruments, maybe I'll finally get on that this semester.]
Sushi is good. Sushi with Miranda is utterly fabulous. We were both in good moods today, so the conversation must've been fun to just watch even from a distance.
Your fact for the day: Even fruit snacks, though god only knows what in them, go stale. Go figure, eh? (Though I did let out quite the exhilarated shout at finally finding them at K-Mart, thanks to
grrleloquence for the heads up.)Bend It Like Beckham! Such the cute! And so very, very good! I really ought to listen to
giddyupnow way more than I do, because eee! Totally go see it, everyone. Should you find yourself in need of a specific selling point, his name is Jonathan Rhys-Meyers, and oh. my. god. The man is absolutely gorgeous, and delightfully in a much less androginous way than in Velvet Goldmine (which I watched at least four, though probably five, times within three days for a film analysis paper my freshman year and somehow managed not to get Miranda in on its action. Must remedy soon.)Also, these flavored chocolate sticks my mum got will be the end of me. Tonight's is raspberry, and good thing there's so few left is all I have to say.
[ETA: My first thought on coming into the pitch black computer room and seeing the little pilot lights on the monitor, keyboard, mouse, and tower was, "Gee, Lance wouldn't like sleeping in here at all." ... Uh, this might officially signal my desperate need for a hobby. Or something. I've been dreaming about playing instruments, maybe I'll finally get on that this semester.]
