I just got back from seeing Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 for the second time and I think I enjoyed it more than I did the first time - maybe that's because I didn't have to wait until midnight or wait in a line that wrapped around the theater for three hours before seeing it. I'm still disappointed in the handling of some of the death scenes (I think I'm even angrier about [spoiler] Weasley because they don't even show him getting killed, just disarmed and then later as a corpse) but I'm still in complete and absolute awe at the sheer spectacle of the movie.
I have this weird thing where after I eat movie popcorn I crave milk and I drink easily up to five glasses of milk (okay, not drink, guzzle) once I get home.
I have this other weird eating thing where I can only eat chips out of a freshly opened bag. I don't pour a bowl from a large bag of chips after they've been previously opened. Similarly, somewhat, I detest crumbs, specifically Pringles crumbs, so I pour out a bowl of Pringles, separate whole chips from crumbs, eat the crumbs begrudgingly, and then put the whole chips back in the bowl and carry on with my snacking.
I am addicted to Grey's Anatomy. I began watching the series two weeks ago today and now I'm on the tenth episode of the third season. Four and a half full seasons to go by the end of summer! I'm so obsessed that I began thinking about how cool it would be to be a surgeon, but I don't have the brains or the stomach of steel to do it.
Last Thursday I got so drunk at karaoke that I sang the Time Warp onstage.
I had a hardcore rap session in the car driving back from the movies tonight with three of my friends. Eminem got nothing on me.
I used to be into hardcore rap when I was in grade eight, but those were the days before I discovered hair gel (I can't believe I never used hair gel, I have the curliest hair on the planet and it's a beast to tame) and when I used to wear khakis everyday (I used to have jeans) with oversized gangster looking sweatshirts. Those were dark times. I then kinda moved into a grey phase of my music interests, dabbling here and there in the not-mainstream crap, until Lady Gaga came along.
Unlike most kids I never had that dream of the perfect job. I used to idealize being an architect, but that's only because my parents told me it'd be a good job. (it involves physics. I'm out) I used to want to be a forensic scientist but I realize now after a failed year of university in forensic science it was a pipe dream caused by watching a little bit too much TV. I fantasize about being a director or screenwriter or published author but things like that happen to the luckiest and most talented people and I'm far from being either.
I don't know what the purpose of this blog post is. (I'm not drunk I swear to god) Now you know me a bit better. Lucky you. ;)