Pity me!

Pity me!

I'm going to be turning 22 this Friday, and I don't have anyone to celebrate with. I'll probably even be working. *sniff*

Ah hell, I'll probably just go see Anchorman and pick up a 12-pack of Pabst. I'd better hear from you guys though. Otherwise I'll be sad...sad on my birthday. You wouldn't want that on your conscience, would ya? Huh?

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I've decided that I should have been drunk to make this post. Hell's bells. I don't care. I'm posting anyway. And now I'm going to listen to "Hell's Bells" by AC/DC, now that I think about it. If only I could force myself to stop listening to these Franz Ferdinand blokes. Fart. Remember: July 9.

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Reading:

One bad-ass book called Midnight Movies by J. Hoberman of The Village Voice and Johnathan Rosenbaum of the Chicago Reader. It's two of the best film scholars in the US talking about crappy movies and why we like them. Gotta love it.

Um, I'm also reading Placing Movies by Johnathan Rosenbaum...again...still...

*ahem* I'm also reading A Scanner Darkly by Philip K. Dick

I plan on finishing one or all of them sometime.