andstuff.

Ugh. Friend's have left for Europe. That's what I had forgotten. Nice.

I SAW WOODY ALLEN.
Gosh, he's getting so old. He was by a donut shop, and I was thinking "Don't eat donuts, you'll die!" When Woody Allen dies, seriously I'm going to be sad for DAYS.

Mortality sucks.

And on that note, I also so Titus Androticus.
Which I spelled wrong.
But still.


It was the Anthony Hopkins version, and my vision of Floop is forever scarred. It. Was. Awful.
I mean, not BAD, but oh lordie. I scared myself so bad I had to sleep with the light on. And even then I hurt so badly the next morning I could barely move.

HE KILLED HIM WITH A SPOON. DDDD;

There were both heads in jars, and disembodied hands. In the same place. I have issues with both.


Uhm. What else. Oh. My eyelid swelled up so I looked like Morgain le Fay from Merlin. D; But it's better now, thanks to eyedrops and hot compresses. I've seen far too many movies this summer.
Oh well.

I also started reading Candida and Dorian Grey. Not the same book.
Candida by Shaw, Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. I <3 Oscar Wilde. But Shaw is fun to say. So they both rock. ^^

'tis all, for now.