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Carrot Cake So today, Aaron came over for a project that normally would have taken two or three hours. Of course, it took us six. At the end of the process we had also made a Courtney Love barbie. She has fishnets, white makeup as she was far too tan, smeared eyeliner and lipstick, a bruise, and her new boyfriend, Felix the cat.My parents are in love with Aaron, I think. They act so excited that I actually had a friend over. I think they think my social life is...nonexistant. I don't think they think, actually; I know, because my mom has said so. She's lovely. You know what? If I were to attend the Oscars, I would clap for every single dead person they glash across the screen in the little tribute. Because picking and choosing your favorite dead people to clap for? There's just something wrong about that. Lord of the Rings is raking them in tonight, isn't it? I'm crossing my fingers for best picture, like a dork. I'd really love to see it win. In the little montage near the beginning, they showed the scene I cried the most at, where everyone bows for the hobbits. *sniff* Oh, this is priceless...I searched IMDB for Lord of the Rings and came across "Lord of the G-Strings: The Femaleship of the String." Summary: "A diminutive and seductive Throbbit has been entrusted with the task of destroying the all-powerful G-String that can grant its possessor untold powers." "Seduction cinema," they call it. Well IMDB, where I'm from, they call it porn. I drove on the freeway yesterday! And that didn't even scare me! What scared me was my dad shouting at me for not stopping at a stop sign, then pulling out in front of a car that wasn't really going THAT fast. "Don't yell," I yelled. "I can't reach the brake for you," he yelled back. "Did you want me to stop in front of the thing?" I yelled some more. It was no fun. But then I pumped gas and didn't screw that up, so all was well. I wonder, do the Oscars ever end? Right now it doesn't seem likely. This weekend I've been living on a steady diet of carrot cake and Diet Coke. So I think I'm going to grab an apple. Or string cheese. 'night! 2004-02-29 @ 11:22 p.m. |