southern fried

If you wait, they will play it. [The Missing Frame that is] Which is particularly nice since they played another AFI song within the last hour or so. *purrs* I know, I know, I obsess, and I don't exactly hide it well.

so please don't wake me til someone cares
now noone cares

i'll let you tear it up
if you don't wake me up
cuz it's apparant that you don't care and
it sunk into me
cuz I don't care
now noone cares


Soooooo, why didn't anyone stop me from watching The Notebook? I know, I'm the last person on the freakin' planet to watch it, but still. You didn't take my copy of the movie and smash it, slap me on the wrist and say, "No southernfried weepy movie for you!" Which wouldn't have stopped me, but still.
It's always loverly to see something on screen and spend the next hour wondering, "Wait, was that....?" And yes, yes it was the movie theatre that used to let zee ladies in for free on Mondays, and so my friends and I spent many a Monday trying to figure out the age old question: Vanilla Coke or Cherry? Cherry, obviously. And why yes, that was King street, and yeah, I tend to get distracted by familiar places. Which means that all southernfried movies are potentially dangerous.
I will say, however, that no way in hell has any summer evening ever been so cold that your breath would come out in little puffs. Ever. EVER. You might melt to the floor in a puddle that wouldn't solidify again until possibly November though.

And just because this isn't random enough, I checked the mail after the movie, and there was this little slip of paper from Pepsi. Seems the various codes Dad had me enter over the past however long actually paid off. He won $20... but gave it to me. :D

The problem with wandering around LJ, is that you will almost always find a friend of a friend and you'll read their journal, pondering if perhaps there's a reason you have someone in common. There you are, reading along, enjoying yourself, and bam! Curveball. Sooooooo... you don't agree on something fundamental. Still fun to occasionally stop by and read the stuff you do agree on. Bam! Another curveball. Still.
And then you watch them butcher a language they seem to feel they can teach others and you want to pull them aside and whisper, "Sweetie, baby, love, that word does not mean what you think it does and by using it, you look like a big ol' idiot. Change it. Now." But I don't because I don't call anyone except the Widget "sweetie, baby, love" and even then I'm being a smart ass. :p

Now my poor face and I are going to nap.