Don't see The Grudge.

Mood: bored.
Musique: Beatles - Come Together

Ah, what have we here? It looks as though I momentarily turned french. Heh... it won't happen again.

Lastnight the dudes (Mikey, Spunki, The Maestro) and I went to see The Grudge. Word of advice: Read the title of this entry. (...If you do not understand, read it once more.) Just save yourself a numb ass and hard-earned $9.50. Go on The Scrambler 9 1/2 times, treat yourself and eight friends to a cold, refreshing can of coke - aww heck, give your money to one of the homeless chaps down by Wimpy's and bring them nine and a half dollars closer to a wonderous bliss of alcohol poisoning - just please, please, allow someone somewhere to derive some enjoyment out of your money!!!
...Heh... well, it wasn't that bad. I've been through worse, like that time I-errr-a friend of mine (slick.) rented Cinderella 2. ...Worst. Movie. Ever.
I also got to talk to Ron and we reminisced about the first time I saw him, spinning atop the stump of a tree afront of Burner Hall. Hehe!

This morning I made minions.

min·ion n. Every other woman in Guelph and surrounding area between the ages of 50-65 years who seemingly insist on having their hair cut trim and short and dyed the same Ash Blonde.

n. Not Sunflower Blonde. Not Strawberry Blonde. Not Lemmonflower Blonde. Ash Blonde. ...Are they fooling anybody? Not a chance. Why then, do they not do something totally funky, like go grey with a big red highlight across their bangs? I'd respect that! ...Gah! Generic old women! Drive me insane!


Toodles.