More into the week

The weekend was shit, as usual. I felt bad because I made plans to go to the movies on Saturday with Mel, but I forgot about them and then went shopping with my mother. I got things :]! But, anyways, we planned on seeing either Saw III or Stranger Than Fiction. Both I really wanted to see.

Also, some new Kate Winslet movies coming out. I'm fucking happy, because she's probably my favourite actress or all time.

I fell in love with her a la Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, mostly because of her hair XD

and the fact that she's insanely gorgeous. Plus, her acting skills are quite . . . skillful.

So anyways, she has two new movies coming out. Little Children and House Swap or something, and All The Kings Men, which already came out [and I wanted to see, but I guess I'll just have to wait now -__-]




And speaking of actors, I'm still devoted to Jonathan Rhys Meyers






























He doesn't look as good with long hair, but I'll live.

Today, at lunch, I had the usual chat with Mel and Jenn about things that no one in the entire caffeteria chats about. When you're bored, you're young, and you're like us, you might as well just talk about weird shit because it's our only amusement. If you ever sit with us at lunch, you will figure this out quickly. Anyway, Jenn was telling us about her recent, and reoccuring, dreams about either being pregnant, having a child, or having twins. We decided these dreams are signs from above that she is either pregnant or going to get pregnant very soon. Yes, we realize that we're quite bizarre, but it's true. So, you'd think Jenn would be freaking out that she's going to conceive a child in the near future, but no. What do we do? We start thinking up names, start planning the baby shower, Jenn has chosen [and quite wisely] the godmothers - which includes Myself, Mel, Sam, Kelsey, Carrie, and Lexi. Jenn also announced, and very loudly, that she wants a girl. At that exact moment, Mrs. Florio [a really cool lunch aid] was passing by, heard Jenn, and stared. Her face was priceless.

Then, later on the bus, I had a nice talk with Greg, Andy, and Crayon Balls [Kevin] about, again, shit no one talks about. The reason Kevin has been renowned "Crayon Balls" is because of his very uneducated assumptions about a woman's vagina, and also because his balls have the magical ability to change colours [Hence, "Crayon"]. He was told by fellow classmates that women have three holes to fuck, rather than two. We don't know if the evil children who told him this false imformation were joking with him, or being serious. But, if you also question the anatomy of our genitalia, please ask the expert, via Genatalia. Or, me, to put it bluntly. We have the equivalence of two holes "down there". One for peeing, bleeding, and pushing a mellon out of. The other used for pooping and producing continuous farts out of for the nine months in preparation of pushing a mellon out of the first hole. Both fuckable.

Again, if you're ever in doubt, please just ask me. I might laugh at you, but at least you'll hear the truth.

Now, as it nine minutes passed 7pm, I have some sleep to attend to. And hopefully fantasies.