Too Much Sun
Damn my Irish roots.
Actually, damn my stupid Irish skin.
I decided to sit out on the deck yesterday, and reread HP5 to be all caught up when the sixth book comes out in July. I forgot the sunscreen, and now, my shoulders, upper back and my arms are a very bright pink.
Ow.
I have an extremely low pain tolerance, so this is not fun at all. Why can't I just be like any other member of my generation, and get a tan? Why do I have to peel, and then go back to my normal, everyday pallor?
The only bright spot in the fact that I don't tan is that when I turn thirty, I won't have to get botox because I've turned into Leatherface from getting too much sun in my youth.
So, me and the gang went to see House of Wax last night. It was pretty good, surprisingly, considering that Paris Hilton was in it. Seriously though, the girl can't act. There was this one part, when everyone was freaking out, and she was all, 'I'm okay'. No emotion. Even when she stumbled across her boyfriend's carcas she was kind of blase about the whole thing.
Plus, she was so stupid. Paris, or Paige in the movie, was the perfect victim. So stupid. (Big stretch, huh?) I'm sorry, but did we learn nothing from the Scream trilogy? Randy told us all how to survive a horror movie, and she broke every freaking rule. Paris deserved to die. Actually, when she did, it was oddly theraputic. (Pole through the head, in case you didn't know. Poor girl's body was propped up like a tripod for like five minutes.)
I really felt bad for Dean. Honestly, I did. Noone deserves what he got. Plus, it was icky. When Duncan tried to help him out... ew. I had my face pressed into Ky's shoulder, and even he said that it was 'so wrong.' I think that this movie, in conjunction with all those Movie House specials that MTV has run over the last month may have cured me of my inability to differentiate between Jared Padalecki and Dean Forrester.
Chad looked really hot. Let me just say that. He was a bit to scruffy for my taste, but I will take a shirtless HA any way I can get it. If it comes in the form of a scruffy, nearly bald, chainsmoking felon, I'll take it.
The end does have a twist. Not a huge one, but one that does make you go OH! Whoa! Wow! I really didn't see that coming. I kind of forgot about one of the characters, in the wake of all the carnage, you understand, with fingers being clipped off, and decapitations, one could lose track of someone that only had about ten minutes of screentime.
The plot was a bit out there, and before I make any final decisions about how great it was, I have to see the original with Vincent Price. It didn't suck, in case you were wondering. I had fun, and it wasn't too horribly made, the cast was overall (minus Ms. Hilton) pretty good. And I was entertained for the two hours or so that the film ran. An Oscar contender it was not, but sometimes, you just need a movie that will keep you occupied, and this was one of them. I got to hang with my friends, and be held my Ky the cutie when things got to scary or gory. So what could be better?
Katherine
Actually, damn my stupid Irish skin.
I decided to sit out on the deck yesterday, and reread HP5 to be all caught up when the sixth book comes out in July. I forgot the sunscreen, and now, my shoulders, upper back and my arms are a very bright pink.
Ow.
I have an extremely low pain tolerance, so this is not fun at all. Why can't I just be like any other member of my generation, and get a tan? Why do I have to peel, and then go back to my normal, everyday pallor?
The only bright spot in the fact that I don't tan is that when I turn thirty, I won't have to get botox because I've turned into Leatherface from getting too much sun in my youth.
So, me and the gang went to see House of Wax last night. It was pretty good, surprisingly, considering that Paris Hilton was in it. Seriously though, the girl can't act. There was this one part, when everyone was freaking out, and she was all, 'I'm okay'. No emotion. Even when she stumbled across her boyfriend's carcas she was kind of blase about the whole thing.
Plus, she was so stupid. Paris, or Paige in the movie, was the perfect victim. So stupid. (Big stretch, huh?) I'm sorry, but did we learn nothing from the Scream trilogy? Randy told us all how to survive a horror movie, and she broke every freaking rule. Paris deserved to die. Actually, when she did, it was oddly theraputic. (Pole through the head, in case you didn't know. Poor girl's body was propped up like a tripod for like five minutes.)
I really felt bad for Dean. Honestly, I did. Noone deserves what he got. Plus, it was icky. When Duncan tried to help him out... ew. I had my face pressed into Ky's shoulder, and even he said that it was 'so wrong.' I think that this movie, in conjunction with all those Movie House specials that MTV has run over the last month may have cured me of my inability to differentiate between Jared Padalecki and Dean Forrester.
Chad looked really hot. Let me just say that. He was a bit to scruffy for my taste, but I will take a shirtless HA any way I can get it. If it comes in the form of a scruffy, nearly bald, chainsmoking felon, I'll take it.
The end does have a twist. Not a huge one, but one that does make you go OH! Whoa! Wow! I really didn't see that coming. I kind of forgot about one of the characters, in the wake of all the carnage, you understand, with fingers being clipped off, and decapitations, one could lose track of someone that only had about ten minutes of screentime.
The plot was a bit out there, and before I make any final decisions about how great it was, I have to see the original with Vincent Price. It didn't suck, in case you were wondering. I had fun, and it wasn't too horribly made, the cast was overall (minus Ms. Hilton) pretty good. And I was entertained for the two hours or so that the film ran. An Oscar contender it was not, but sometimes, you just need a movie that will keep you occupied, and this was one of them. I got to hang with my friends, and be held my Ky the cutie when things got to scary or gory. So what could be better?
Katherine
posted by rosie4299 at 5:24 PM
2 Comments:
Irish girls unite! I can't tan either. I lather myself up in sunscreen, because i've peeled too many layers off of my body in my time. Luckily, I've moved to Seattle, where the sun never shines. . .
Can't decide if I can sit through two hours of Paris. . . though her death does sound like something to see. I'm torn.
As for HP5, I want to reread it, but the M-in-law has my copy of it! Book six comes out the day before my b-day! Woot!
amy
Okay, shoot me. I am brown 24/7 but I do sympathize. P.Nilly is as Welsh as can be. He said that living with me would make his freckles get bigger, thus browner. He, too, has 2 colors: red and white. I hope our kids get my color. LOL.
I confess (making the sign of the cross) that I haven't read an HP book. However, I've watched all 3 movies. Does that make me bad? I know the book's better than the movie but I have no time! (Boohoo).
Lastly, I do want to see PH impaled. I don't want to see chain-smoking HA (even if he's a smoker in the Miseducation series). Maybe will catch it on video... or TV movie of the week, whichever comes first. BTW, Jared P also suffers a bad death in Flight of the Phoenix (if you want to see it).
Thanks for the movie commentary, K!
~M
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