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:: Sunday, July 10, 2005 ::

legally blonde

Legally Blonde was on TBS tonight. The part that always cracks me up is when Witherspoon decides to apply to law school and informs her father, who tries to talk her out of it.

"Law school isn't for you," he says. "Law school is for people who are boring. And ugly. And serious."

So true.

Another part that always gets me is her initial LSAT score of 143, studying for a week, then jumping to a 179. Riiight. Or when she's able to represent a client because of a loophole in Massachusets law as a 1st year law student? Pleaase. First year law students haven't even taken Evidence yet, and here she's defending a client charged with murder. Ridonkulous.

In other entertainment related news, I recently started picking up free VH1. Despite my general disdain for reality television, it didn't take me long to get hooked on reruns of The Surreal Life, and I just caught the first episode of season 5. This was my first glimpse of Omarosa from the Apprentice, and dayam! She's nasty. Seems like everything I've heard about her rings true.

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In trying to stay alert during my studies I've been hopped up on so much iced coffee and nicotine that I feel like I'm having three mini-heart attacks a day.

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Finally, the 'feel-sorry-for-me' moment of the day:

I had to cancel dinner/movie/hanging out time with Hungus at the last minute tonight because he didn't get home until late [read: he's a bum] and I was starving. Moreover, I felt the need to get back to my studies as quickly as possible. So I walked up to St. Mark's because I was craving a Carnitas burrito with chips & guacamole from Chipotle and as I was speed-walking past all the restaurants and sidewalks filled with happy, chatty people out celebrating the night with mimosas and pitchers of ice cold beer, I became extremeley jealous of their normalcy. Then I returned home to my shithole of a studio and ate a burrito. Alone.

I hate the bar. But I like iced coffee & cigarettes.


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