Also, it should be brought to everyone's attention, especially on this day, that this movie exists: Nazis at the Center of the Earth.
"Iron Sky" came out this month and it's about Nazis that have been hiding on the moon since WWII. It looks ridiculous. Here's the trailer:
I'm on a silly good Words With Friends roll. I've won my last...18? 20? games with probably an average margin of 100+. Now I'm not playing super serious scrabble players, but I am playing pretty smart, literate people.
For holding an English degree I am shit at that game. Bewildered kicks my ass a lot. It infuriates me to no end. YOU HEAR THAT BEWILDERED! IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT MEANS IT SHOULDN'T COUNT!
I got my ass humbled by a friend in the old Facebook scrabble game. I had literally the best game I've ever had -- great racks that I played as well as I could hope to play them, and he still won without too much of a struggle. He had played competitive scrabble and just had a more intuitive understanding of the game than I could hope to.
Yeah, I focus too intently on coming up with great words instead of placement and blocking the other player.
I'd like to play Nom sometime just to see what happens. But another time, when I have less beer in my belly.
Writing query letters is the worst part about anything in the entire world. And I fucking hate Words With Friends. I swear that I'm a good Scrabble player in the real world, but I am AWFUL at Words With Friends. I think I've maybe won two games, and I am constantly playing with 4-5 people. I have no idea why. It makes me so, so angry.
Tonight started out lovely, backstage at 420 Fest. Then I drive home, tipsy and alone, and got sad over the boy that won't talk to me. So I texted him. And got three texts immediately after, none of them from him. More sadness. Adele didn't help. Who allowed me to have a phone after drinking?! Tomorrow is more 420 Fest. Europe and Africa are in less than four weeks. Parker is taking me to brunch during my layover (right, Parker?). I, too, can have the booty Nom posted. Happy thoughts. Happy, happy thoughts.
Holy hell what an awesome concert tonight. For once, a night in a bar is worth the hearing loss. Good Old War. Look 'em up.
There is nothing - literally nothing, with maybe the exception of query letters - that is worse than when you send a boy a text and someone else texts you a few moments later, and you get that little stomach drop when you scoop up the phone in an excited panic and then see someone else's name on the screen. FUCK YOU, DAD. I DON'T CARE WHATSOEVER ABOUT WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY TO ME RIGHT NOW. The first day of my root canal was pretty much painless, but it was accompanied by the weirdest, most depressing sound track ever. Along with Adele's saddest songs, I also remember that "Mad World" song from Donnie Darko, "Everybody Hurts" by R.E.M, and "Nothing Compares To You" by Sinead O'Connor. I guess it was a good tactic, because I was so distracted by digging up painful memories of crying alone in my room to feel any physical pain. That's cool, doctor.
What game is this? Can I join in? I was hoping there'd be a Hangout today but looks like it's not happening. Also, you know it's bad when you wake up at 7.15am and everyone else has already left. Yikes. I need more coffee. I'd have booze but most people would think drinking at 8.10am means you're an alcoholic. Also, the Arsenal vs. Chelsea match is on later and I'll be drinking then anyway, probably taking a sip every time Alex Song makes a fuck-up (so that'll be 100-120 sips over a 90 minute match, then...)
I fell out of bed last night, the first time since I was about 8. What the hell, subconscious spatial awareness? Related: Spoiler
I just collapsed in my living room because of a blood sugar issue. I haven't really eaten any sugar or starches for a week and a half, and then decided on come chewy candy instead of breakfast and lunch, and then crashed.
I think I am going to get a combination of pneumonia, TB and lymphoma from one of my hostel mates. Nastiest cough I've heard in a while. And I'm already starting to feel unwell. Either a stupidly short incubation period or the nocebo effect. Ugh. Next week is the worst week possible to get sick for.