Zac Efron

I just watched 17 Again today. An okay movie. Zac Efron is appealing outside HSM. Never in HSM.

Lesson Learned: Uploading Pictures

I've learned a lesson today. When you ave pictures on your digital camera, don't wait for the pictures to stack up. Because in the end it is just not worth it. Especially when there are hundreds of pictures that date back to last years New Years.

Fiction VS Non-Fiction

I was having a conversation with Julz last night. This is also a short conversation that I'll have with Denis whenever I mention the books. Harry Potter is a man I love, in the book. I consider him one of my boyfriends. It's just that Daniel Radcliffe ruins him. Okay, he's not hideous but the fella is too short. Dan is a no, Harry is a yes. Then in Twilight, Edward Cullen is more of a better boyfriend than Harry Potter because he treats me soo good. While reading the book you picture someone angelic because that is how they portray him in the novels. Then the movie comes along and whyyyy Robert Pattison? Okay I'll admit it, he's not bad when he smiles. But other than that! NO!

I am not saying they are ugly. It's just that I guess when you read a book you picture it to its best potential. I guess that's why some people love to read, they can only imagine what they can't have.

I have fallen in love with the characters within these novels, but grown into a short like with them in the movies. But of course I'd still watch the movies. Harry Potter and Twilight Saga FTW!

* Harry Potter made the record for biggest midnight opening with $20 Million. !!!

All These Game Sites

I've come to a realization. For the pass 2 hours I've been going through numerous sites hoping to be entertained by some game. Addictinggames, games.com, bored.com, newgrounds, freeonlinegames, net-games, miniclip, flashflashrevolution, shockwave, etc. etc. etc. You get what I mean. Yet here I am 2 hours later and a minute still unsuccesfully entertained. Why? Because I've played all these stupid games. Either beat them, sick of them, or they're just plain stupid.

I just want Starcraft to come out!!!

Gryffindoooor!

Julz found this Gryffindor tie on ebay. She's had th Slytherin tie for a while. And maybe I'm a nerd for saying this but "Yesss!" You dear tie are drool worthy. Don't let anyone judge you tie.

My Sister's Keeper

I've read My Sister's Keeper. I've cried so hard that once my boyfriend called me and I couldn't even talk properly because I was honestly choking on my own tears. It has to be one of the best books I have EVER read.

Yesterday I went to watch My Sister's Keeper at Yorkdale with my Denis (what a good sport). If you haven't read the book, you would enjoy it dearly. OR be like the girls that Denis was keeping tabs on that were crying. BUT if you HAVE read the book. OMG. I probably teared up two to three times, but no rolling tears down my face. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! I CRIED IN DAREDEVIL. I DID NOT CRY IN THIS MOVIE! Probably because I was really upset that they totally ruined it! Would it be so hard to enhance Jessie's character a TAD more so that it could at least meet half of what it did in the book? That there could have been more of a background to the lawyer because it would have made things more dramatic! That they didn't make the mom a little bit more rude? THAT THE RIGHT DAUGHTER DIED, INSTEAD OF THE OTHER?! Like HOW do you change the ending that completely ruins the story! BOO! Boo to the movie! I watched it to give support and curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat. Now I'm going to have to re-read the book again just so I know that there still is hope in life. BOOKS RULE. GO READ A BOOK.

And scene.

Mindless

When everything seems alright, it never is. It's just a tempoary cover up. Or a ticking time bomb counting how long it takes for you to realize what it truly is. The longer it takes, the more stupid you are. Evidence proven. Evidence or not, you don't want to uncover the truth. If you did uncover it, you want to cover it all up again. Pretend it never happened. Truth is, and I am sure I am not the only one, there's a tiny feeling that you feel within your body. Specifically between your lungs and at the bottom of your stomach.

But they can be put away momentarily with some mental guidance. "That never happened" Evidence is there, shoving it in your face. Evidence being that you're having to tell yourself that "That never happened".

I'm either crazy, stupid, childish or even all of the above. I'm crazy for bringing it back to life. I'm stupid for still being here. I'm childish for believe this will last. That's the thing. I really really reaaaally, want it to last. I want what he says, because it is what I want. I just hope that he genuinely means it and believes it. We'll see how this goes.

This only came up because I was on the devil-site of a Facebook and I saw my Inbox and saw really old msgs. Really old as in from two years ago from him. July 3rd 2007 is the day he sent me that ridiculous msg that we both can't believe I replied to. Sad, sad, sad. But do I regret it? No. Will I eventually? What I have with him is unbelievable. So no.

Just Chilling

Just one of them days. Were I watch television at Denis'. Eating wings, pizza and mashed potatoes. With the every now and then popsicle. Earlier on I got another job interview call for Tuesday at a cafe as a Barista. Earlier before that I had a medical check up (hieght, weight, blood samples, urine samples) for my insurance. Seems that the one last year got denied due to.. stuff. Earlier before that even happened, I was asleep.

Time to eat. Aight-tis awaits.

My Dream Place

I do not want a place that is big or a place that is too small. I would like a loft good sir. Open concept. Dark mahogany wooden floors. In the living room a brown stone wall as a centre point up against a dark blood red wall. A nice kitchen with a blue tiled conter top. A nice rough masculine balcony overlooking.. well anything pretty. Maybe.. looking over my pool that just happens to be there because I live at the top near a cliff and it just happens to be the perfect width and height to match my balcony. My bedroom will have a his and hers closet. Mine bigger of course. A nice big bed with that thing going over. You know what I mean.. eh. A CANOPY. That is it! Everything else doesn't matter. Oh a pool table, a beer storage that can be controlled by a remote! A really nice bathroom, stand up shower. Glass. Dark stone floor. Big tub. Candles everywhere. Two sinks. Ya da ya da ya da. An office. Everything else I don't care! Except... there has to be a really big french door entrance to the loft. Wooden. Preferably blue, red or black.

It's Been A While

So yes I've realized it's been a while since I've last blogged. Only because I got my internet hooked up just a few days ago. Yes, we've finally moved. It's a bugger. The place is smaller. Good this it is tempoary or I would kill someone. Okay, never I am not that much of a princess. Though you know you are spoiled when you open your mouth towards your mother go "aahhhh" and she feeds you a whopping and delicious spoonful of whatever is on her plate. Then once again asks if you want more without even you asking for it! What a life. Sarcasm placed here.

Continuing on, we are now in Mississauga. The ups and downfalls.

Ups
- there is a gas station across the street. So when I need change, to the gas station I shall go
- there is a library across the street! God loves me so.
- our backyard is bigger. If you saw our last backyard, you would understand!
- my room isn't as bright (my old bedroom had a really big window and the top half was a semi circle and there was no curtain covering over it. Please try to understand my pain)
- Buses just seem to like me. The moment I across the street the bus is there most of the time.
- Buses run longer. Thank you!
- 15 mins away from sqaure 1
- 30 mins closer to my boyfriend
- etc.

Downfalls
- the biggest perverts are here
- the buses here are older, I think
- takes me an hour to get to Islington
- place is smaller
- my room is really bright (paint wise. Once again I asked for a tealish greenish, my sister asks for a bright-ass colour, my mother settles for yellow. Like a few years ago when I asked for purple, my sister asked for yellow, she settles for pink. Princess Pink! But it's okay)
- I can no longer blast my music, the fact that I know live in a townhouse
- I don't know anybody here! :(
- If I do know people here I don't want to see them (that I know of)
- etc.

Okay. No more. I'm getting depressed.