Last night we had Drunken Bad Movie Night. The last time we did this, it was highly successful. We watched Glitter, drank margarita's and laughed our asses off. Because, you see, Glitter was a very bad movie. But as it attempted to take itself seriously, it became hilarious. So funny. Plus, there was so much to snark on. Lovely.
So last night we thought we'd repeat it. We went out and rented Gigli. First off, I need to say that this embarrassed me so much I had to tell the Blockbuster guy about Drunken Bad Movie Night. I didn't want him to think I wanted to watch Gigli because I was a Benifer fan looking to be consoled over their breakup or something. I should also mention that I wanted to rent From Justin to Kelly, but my friends thought that would be too much for one night. Anyway, off we went to watch Gigli. Oh my god, it is bad. BAD. So, so, so bad. Sadly, it wasn't so bad it was funny, it was so bad you want to rip your eyeballs from your skull in an attempt to remove the image of it from your retinas. BAD. HORRID. I might even say evil. The alcohol didn't even help. It just made me stir crazy. We finally ended up fast forwarding through most of the movie. We stopped a few times to snark ("it's Al Pacino! Remember when he had a career? So sad..." "what, she stops being a lesbian for THAT? Please.") and then it was over. The ending made no sense, but that was probably because we didn't really watch the last hour of the movie.
The moral of the story my friends, is to stay far, far away from Gigli. But I didn't really have to tell you that, did I? I'm just bitter that we didn't get From Justin to Kelly. I have a feeling that would have rocked Drunken Bad Movie Night.
Listening to: Goldfrapp - Twist
"Kiss me like you like me..."
I must start updating on a more regular basis again. Somebody smap me if I'm taking too long to update, much like Mnemo just did. :)
Thanks again for the Birthday wishes. I've decided that this will be a good year, because I'm 24 now, and hello... 24. How could that be bad? Unless there is DOOM. Hmmm...
Anyway, on my birthday I worked a solid eight hours (yuck) but then I went out for dinner with my best friend, which was really nice. After that, I ended up at a friend from work's house, where she had a few people over to celebrate. I stress the few part of that. Apparently if you want people to come out for your birthday, you should invite them earlier than the night before. I guess some people have lives or something. Odd. But anyway, I liked it better. There were just four of us hanging out, drinking daiquiri's and eating far too much candy covered popcorn. It was a lot of fun, and I got to hear the story of how my former crush's ex girlfriend dumped him on his ass. That's what he gets for dating her and not me. (For the record, I am over him, but still harbour some resentment that he didn't see my potential.)
I had applied for a job at the station I work for now, but it's in a different department. I found out yesterday that I didn't get it. I knew I wasn't going to get it, but it was still a little disappointing to find out that it went to someone else. What can you do? Don't say apply for more jobs, because I'm already on that.
Pilate concert was last night, wheeeeeee! The two bands that opened were awesome. First up was Shaker. Sadly I only caught their last three songs, but they were really good and I'll definitely check them out again. Ok, woah... So I just now pulled up that website to link it, and I start looking through it, and I find out that they're a local band. Cool. Then I start looking at the bios... and the names sound familiar. So I pull out my high school yearbook, and yep, two of the guys that I was rocking out to last night were in some of my classes in high school. Weird! They were a lot more clean cut, and less RockNROLL looking then, but it's definitely them. Crazy! They were still good, so check them out.
Next openers were called Hotel and they were amazing. (For the record, I have checked their bio, and I don't know any of them) They grabbed my attention, in fact halfway through their set I went and bought one of their cd's because I wanted to beat the line. They were really good, very Interpol/Stills like. And Rach, forget Tim's jaw... you have to see the jaw on Jack Forrest their lead singer. YUM. Hell, he's even showing it off for you, go to that website and look.
Then Pilate came on, and they were really good too. They finished with Alright, which made me happy because it's my favourite song on the album. Sorry, I worked all day and I'm rapidly running out of steam here. So um, they were good and stuff...
Need to make something for dinner, and catch up on all my tv watching.
Listening to: Hawksley Workman - Smoke Baby (this song is from Africa.)
"It fills the air like the greyest perfect plume..."
24 last night? Man oh man it was good. I love that show so much. Thank god for it, since most other television seems to suck on a daily basis. I think everyone has seen 24 by now, so I'm not bothering with any spoiler warnings, other than that one right there. Nina is gone, and that makes me sad. But it was the right thing to do. As I said to Pooh last night, she's already done it all. Viruses, Nuclear Weapons, Murder and Mayhem, there wasnt' much left for her to destroy I mean do. She was facing execution, and I'm much happier it came from Jack then from the government. I will miss her, and her craziness, and her rubbing the Kief thighs, but I feel it was her time. Better to burn out than to fade away. RIP Nina, it was fun while it lasted.
Now lets move on to the insane hotness that is the Kief and his velvety sex voice. Because last night it just about killed me. All those scenes where he was talking to Kim? *THUD* I couldn't believe it. No man should talk to his daughter like that. Because it is HOT. I kept waiting for him to swoop in and kiss her. SO HOT. "Baby, just go." "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry." I was on the floor, my knees were too weak to hold me up. SO SO HOT. I had to break out Desert Saints last night because I needed another KiefLust hit. Speaking of Desert Saints, have you got that yet Pooh? Have you? Because you need to watch Thrusting Kief on repeat. Just saying.
Chase and BabyChase? So adorable. He deserves someone so much better than Kim. Like the Kief. As Pooh pointed out, he went right to the Kief with the baby news, and didn't bother to tell Kim until later. Kief/Chase 4eva! Maybe the Kief could start calling Chase baby and sweetheart. That would be hot.
More thoughts on why Kim must die, other than my jealousness over the Kief using the sex voice on her while hugging her... Her hair is awful. It's getting worse, I don't understand it. Just awful. *shudders* Why is she so dumb? Is the bad hair weighing too hard on her brain? "Ohoh, Nina's escaped... hey, here's a security guard she took out. Should I tell someone that she went this way? No, I think I'll just grab his gun and go after her myself. Because I'm all tough and stuff. At least that's what my hair tells me." Moron. Jack should've shot her too. And then called her baby.
Next, I am very upset with Trix. Because she was all over the DOOM telling me that Tony got HIV from Nina when she sprayed her blood all over his open neck wound. But I don't believe it for one second. Not at all. Tony is Fine Fine Fine. See, I'm very good at that mantra because of said neck wound earlier in the season. So I know that Tony is fine. Tony and Michelle will make up and have lots and lots of make up sex and babies. All will be good, and DOOM free in the world. No DOOM. None. Really. *someone hold me*
Listening to - Magnet - I'll Come Along
"There's nothing here for me anymore..."
I haven't been around much these past few days, for the sole reason that it seems like my birthday has come early this year. For the record, it is on the 21st, over a week from now. But it got off to a rocking start by me getting my mail and discovering that Pooh had sent me The Office. So I can now fully stand behind the Tim/Dawn 4eva squeeage, and that makes me very happy. That was Monday. Thanks again babe.
On Tuesday my parents took me out for my birthday dinner, because the bastards will be in Mexico on my actual birthday. Wouldn't it make sense to take me to Mexico with them, since it's my birthday and all? But they didn't. I did have a very nice dinner on Tuesday though, and there was cake and ice cream which always goes over well with me. Then I felt the need to hang out with my family, since they took me to an expensive restaurant and all. Mom and I watched and snarked on American Idol, America's Next Top Model, and then we both lusted after The Meloni on SVU. Yes, I'm sure you noticed one show is missing from that list... 24. My mom, as cool as she is, does not watch 24. I don't understand it. At all. But for her, I decided it could wait until later. Then, I most certainly didn't watch Navy NCIS on the LA station at 11. And I most definitely didn't lust after Michael Weatherly. Please, like that would happen. But anyway, I watched 24 yesterday morning, and loved every second of it. That show is the best. The ending rocked the party that rocks the body. I love The Kief, I love Sherry, I love Nina, I love Chase, and most of all I love Chloe. Way to go, girl.
I finally picked out a digital camera. My brother bought it for me at his work, and brought it home last night. He gets them for cost, which is awesome, so I went all out and bought this beauty. I love it. LOVE it. Expect far too many pictures from me in the future.
This morning, still on my new camera high, I grabbed the mail and guess what I found? Lost in Translation!! YAY! One, you are fabulous and wonderful and I love you. Thanks so much. The only part that sucks is that I have to work today, and won't have a chance to watch it until later. But I can't wait. It's the really good kind of anticipation. God I love that movie.
So that's what I've been up to. Oh, that and watching Conan in Toronto, which has been cmsu. Has anyone else been watching? It's hilarious. Conan is so funny. Watch tonight.
Listening to: The Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Maps
"They don't love you like I love you..."
Notwist was last night, and they were amazing. So good live. It was amazing to see the way they make all those noises live. A lot of hitting guitar strings in interesting ways, and funky loops programmed on keyboards. It was very cool. And I now have a minicrush on the lead singer. He's about 40, tall, lanky, German, soft spoken and wears wire rim glasses. He was adorable, I just wanted to squeeze him. And the accent was so yummy. I need to move somewhere so everyone around me will have yummy accents.
I now have to do a little rant on people being late. Because it bugs the hell out of me. Now, for the record, I will say that I have been known to be 5 to 10 minutes late. Which I know is a huge amount of time for some people. But it's acceptable to me, so I don't mind if someone's running 5 minutes behind schedule. However last night, my friend M went way past that. The concert last night was an early show, so the doors opened at 7. It takes us a little over an hour to get to the venue, so we decided to leave at 6:30, so we'd be there a while after the doors open. At 6:50 I hadn't heard from M. So I called. No answer. At about 5 after 7 I call again. He swears that he's leaving right that second. So I wait 10 minutes, then head downstairs to wait at the door for him. It should only take him about 10 minutes to get there. What time does he arrive? 7:30. Just to recap, that would be one full hour after we were supposed to leave. By the time we finally get to Toronto, we'd missed the opening act. I don't even know who they were, but they could have been really kick ass. I mean, I've been introduced to some really great bands from opening acts, like The Strokes, Pete Yorn, Remy Zero, and a young man by the name of Howie Day. If I missed seeing the next musical love of my life because the boy doesn't understand the concept of time I will freak out. On him. And it will not be pretty.
Went home to the parents after work today, where my mom and I watched Bandits. Why hadn't anyone told me that it's a really good movie? I mean, it made me forget to hate Billy Bob for the entire two hours that I was watching it, which I feel is a mean accomplishment. It was funny and snarky, and I highly recommend it to all.
After the movie I went through a bag of clothes that my aunt sent over because they no longer fit her. The bad news is that my 50something aunt is skinnier than I am. The good news is she is loaded and has hella expensive taste in clothes that now belong to me. I'm talking not one, but two pairs of leather pants. Three if you count the suede pair. Plus a really nice suit jacket that will be great to wear for the job interviews I'm hoping to be going on soon. A few more pairs of dressy pants too. There were a few ugly things that had to go far, far away from me, but for the most part it was a pretty sweet haul.
On that note, tonight's Sex and the City ep has just finished downloading, and I am off to watch.
Listening to: Rufus Wainwright - Poses
"I did go from wanting to be someone, now I'm drunk and wearing flip flops on fifth avenue..."
I have been feeling bad about neglecting my poor blog. But the lj interviews are so addictive, and time consuming that I haven't been able to do anything else.
So hmmmm... what can I tell you? Oh! I know! Apparently I have a Karaoke Soul. Hee! Last week I went with friends to this scary, crappy, dirty, and therefore wonderful little bar in town to sing some karakoe. Which I've never done before. It was a lot of fun, and after I sang, buddy running the show said that I was really good, and he entered me in a karaoke competition for the end of the month! Wheeeee! There are cash prizes, so I have to go. It'll be fun! Sadly when I was there no one sang More Than This ala Bill Murray.
In other news, it is February, and that means that soon I'll be even older. I don't like birthdays. They always make me feel like I haven't accomplished anything in life. Which I know isn't true, but it's just how I end up feeling. And I have to work on my birthday, so I'm not even sure if I'll be able to go out and party it up the way I want to.
Which is just one more reason why I need a new job. STAT! I've had enough. There was an issue with the schedule this weekend, where I discovered that they had taken some hours from me to give to some other guy. Who hasn't worked there as long as I have, and isn't as good as me. Which is fucked. So I've really buckled down my resolve to get my ass out of there and find a job where I don't have to work weekends until midnight, and might be able to have an actual life.
In the random tard file, I got this email today:
hi Who r you? is your name stephanie watson? cause it cant be cause my name is stephanie watson!!!!!!! this is some really freaky shit!!!!! How old r u?
Yeah, there couldn't be TWO of us named Stephanie Watson! That would be INSANITY! Because clearly, it's a very uncommon name. I mean, Stephanie? Wow, that's out there. And Watson? There can only be a few million of us on the planet, so really, what are the odds? Moron.
I've cleaned up the links to blogs over there ----> If I've taken you off, it's nothing personal, it's just that you've gone the LJ route instead of a blog. If you want back on, let me know and I'll add it.
Listening to: Hall and Oates - I Can't Go For That
"Where do you dare me to draw the line?"
Watching: Veronica Mars, SG1
Reading: Hot Six
Listening: Coldplay
Lusting: All the TV Boyfriends
Wanting: JOB! Seriously.
Loving: New TV Obsessions
Quoting: "How was your date?" "You know, the conversation was lame, but the sex was great." Veronica to her Dad.
Next Concert: Death From Above 1979
