So I went to bed last night and right before I did, I looked at the temperature gauge on my window fan -- 90 degrees. I kept waking up and flopping around and whining, which did me no good, seeing as there wasn't anyone around to hear me. In short, it's hot as H in my house and that really does suck.
I was on my roomate Caroline's beautiful new Mac computer last night and realized how slow my computer has gotten. It's sad, too, because my computer has so much dorky crap on it that it's evidently become too geeky to function.
The other night I didn't put pictures up because frankly, I was too lazy. We went to Old Chicago's on College to celebrate Nicole's birthday a little over a month after her actual birthday. We tried to get her a blowjob shot but the, erm, shotglass was too big for her mouth and she couldn't do it. She settled for licking the whipped cream off the top, yelling a lot, listening to our uproarious laughter, and then finally just taking it like a regular shot. We then stood around for a good while, Dbo exposed most of my boobs to the front of the restaurant, and after that we headed to Tailgates. Then we drank. Then we took a picture that is only possible when 5 out of 7 girls you are with work at Hooters. I also realized that throwing up a little bit in your mouth is possible. Just kidding. But not.
Well enough of that. I went to see the movie Scoop yesterday with my dad. It was awesome because we sat down in the air-conditioned glory of the theatre and my dad looked at me and said, "Hey Whit, I wonder what the demographic is for this movie?" I looked around and realized that I was one of the youngest people in there. I unknowingly went to a (shudder) old person movie. The horror! No, it was actually very cute, and although some of you may disagree with me, Woody Allen actually lent to the story's success. Scroll down a little to one of my older posts if you want to see the trailer, it's there somewhere. I wrote in a previous post about how I thought Scarlett Johanssen was a bit monotone and one-dimensional as an actress, but I realized that she's actually palatable in a role other than that of "crazy-mistress-lady" (from the movie Match Point.)
It's funny -- I read so many trashy celebrity-gossip websites every day and read a lot of the same stories on each one that I just assume everybody knows about Mel Gibson's anti-semitic rant during his DUI arrest and Paris Hilton's rekindling of her romance with Stavros Niarchos this weekend, or the letter written to Lindsay Lohan by a movie exec commanding her to stop partying. I try to write about the noteworthy stuff but sometimes there is just too much to write about and I assume that everyone knows about it anyways, when in reality they seem to be too busy having "lives" and doing things that are "productive" and "benefit society."
Here's a trailer for a movie that probably won't come out in Fort Collins because people are too busy seeing You, Me, and Dupree and Superman to pay attention to other movies like this one, Little Miss Sunshine. Steve Carrell is on such a roll with his movie choices. And who doesn't like a movie with emo kids? Anyone? Anyone? I didn't think so.
Tonight we are going out for (Kim) Burt's 21st birthday -- part un. I guess at midnight we're going to go to Elliot's Martini Bar and drink things of alcoholic nature there... I can't believe I'm going to be the last one to be 21... Oh well. I'll take pictures.
