iLoveJonStewart: as we watch terminator 2 tongiht
iLoveJonStewart: i almost wrote "wash"
iLoveJonStewart: i don't want to wash ahhhnold
yourhipbones: you know you do
yourhipbones: those oily, republican muscles
Yes, I said those things about Arnold Schwarzenegger because deep down, I know that Amanda really does want to wash him. She can deny it all she wants, but honestly, I don't see how she could resist. She just likes that sort of thing. Additionally, at the ripe old age of fifty-eight, Arnold is considered vintage meat. Yeah, that's right. I know that she's down with that.
On another note, tonight, in Irish Lit, we learned about the Irish famine and watched a rather depressing, made-for-tv movie entitled "Under the Hawthorne Tree." Now, the kids in the film were cute and had delightful, little Irish accents but everything else was kind of...well, made for tv. Some parts were funny, I guess. Also, I bonded with the kid sitting next to me because we were both watching baseball via Gameday on our computers. However, he was watching the Phillies' game. He kept watching my screen and laughing; then, he warned me to "be cool" because our professor was coming around. I thought that was weird, but we both started laughing anyway. But yeah, for the most part, Irish Lit did not deliver this evening. For the most part, I wished that I was at home, eating Hot Pockets and watching the Astros because Mighty came back tonight. And Hot Cop is back too. So it was totally return of the SBFC. And I was sad because I wasn't there. Oh well. I was also starving and couldn't stop thinking about the delicious Hot Pockets waiting for me in the freezer.
But luckily, when I got home, Kim had sent me a nice, amusing, detailed e-mail that not only brought me up-to-date with the Astros, but with the Mets as well. Oh, and her need of Diet Coke. And her live journal, along with Jacke Backe's, were chock full of lovely pictures and articles which made me happy. Her best friend hit a homerun for her heart and she's going to hang out in the stands during batting practice one day, using sign language to say "You complete me" to Brad Ausmus (like in Jerry Maguire). Oh happy day!
Nevertheless, I was sad because I missed Brina's instant message due to my computer being a bastard. I'm guessing that she was going to relay the details of her elevator ride with Jason Lee, and hearing about that would have contributed to my good evening. Hopefully, she and I will discuss this situation at a later date.
Oh and Amanda made me uber jealous because she got the CoCa cd before me. I contemplated buying it on iTunes but she dissuaded me, saying that the inside art was really scary. I don't know why this made the cd more tempting but whatever. Yet, if it's not cheap enough in the store, I'm just going to buy it on iTunes. I can't wait. Haha, I almost forgot. She and I talked about the album's concept in context with the previous two cds, seeing how it's an ongoing saga. (Or how white girls killed Claudio's alter ego's family). But the highlight of our conversation included unicorns being purple (or lilac or lavender) and not rainbow colored (as Carl contends), and how Renee Zellweger losing tons of weight after Bridget Jones made her more attractive to her gay husband. According to Amanda, he loves the penis. He also thought that Renee had sprouted a "pee pee." Yeah, that was my contribution.
Okay, though my day was uneventful, my evening was jam packed with happy moments. And really cute articles about my best friend and funny pictures of Kim's husband's calves. (Though I am sad that I could not hear INTENSE's radio interview.) I can now go to bed with that lovely content feeling. Yayyyy!