Friday was the official "Log-in," and what a time we had. There is something so nice about being in the comfort of long and solid friends. It's knowing something intimate and special about them: knowing part of their history. That's something you don't have with everyone. That's special.
We did fondu s'mores and drank Yager bombs and played Captain Dickhead and watched Office Space and played five degrees and the next morning, Teej and O'Bizzle and I went to Waffle House, though Jessica and Meaghan couldn't come out to play because of work.
Yesterday I saw The Prestige with Graham, and it was amazing. I'm gonna be honest: I had no idea what the movie was going to be about. Not the foggiest. I didn't know the plot or the actors, I haven't seen a single preview, and, even though I've actually had several conversations with many of you about the movie, I didn't actually know what I was talking about, and all I learned from you all was that you reccomended it. Anyway, good flick. :) Then we went to see Talledega Nights at the $2.00 theatre. What's that you say? Two? Yes, two... at least on weekends. I'm sure you can imagine the long and not actually all that bitter rant that should be here, so I'll spare you. Anyway, it was stupid and hilarious. Now off to Chaucer!
Please, remember me, happily, by the rosebush laughing.
- Grace
- Florence, Alabama, United States
- Dancing in both directions at once so everyone won't notice that she's never heard this song before.
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