Friday, November 26, 2004
Didja know I actually still have high school friends hanging around here? Sheesh. I know I didn't. Oh well. Thank goodness for cell phone numbers that never change. So, hence, therefore, ergo, the Poohster has a group date with some old friends I haven't seen in over a year (wow). Yeah, I'm a bit amazed myself, but hey, what can go wrong with some bowling, some (more) drinking, and some reminiscing? (Plenty, but bleh, whatever)
Before I go, I must bitch and moan. Again. For some reason, ever since I came home to the parents' for the holidays, Harold's been acting up. All my links have been wiped clear from IE. The eprompter won't work, even after I tried uninstalling and reinstalling a million times. For some reason, when I boot up the lappie, I get some weird Windows installer thing for MS Office. And a system restore fixed absolutely nothing. (May need to go back further, I guess.) But seriously, WTF. The eprompter's been acting wonky by itself (I'm completely lost. I've come to rely on that thing so much to tell me when I have new email, I've forgotten how to check email by myself. *sob*), but ever since Thing1 borrowed Harold to go on AIM, everything else has been frelled up. AND IT'S DRIVING ME FUCKING NUTS!
*deep breath*
Also, before the friends arrive... a quick mini-thingamabob of BJD2:
~ OMG! LOVE! Looooooooove! *huggles Bridget, Darcy, and Daniel*
~ Darcy! Squee! I want a Darcy to wake up to every morning! A Darcy who loves all my wobbly bits, too. Mmmmm... shirtless, bed-rumpled, wobbly bit-loving, Darcy... *lick*
~ Love Bridget's friends, especially Tom. Also glad that Shazzer got some in this movie. However, they didn't have nearly enough scenes, and sadly, were much much much funnier in BJD1 than they were here.
~ Likewise, loved the few scenes of Bridget's parents, but totally wasted here.
~ The Rebecca reveal was... meh.
~ But dear god, the Darcy! Rowr! If I were Bridget, I'd be staring at him while he slept, too. And when he came up behind her while she was texting him, not a minute after they had parted... DAMMIT! I want that! Or when he came to her door and told her he loved her after their fight... There seriously needs to be more Darcys in the world. God knows there's enough Bridgets in the world -- that voicemail she left him while he was waiting at the door is something not entirely outside my realm of possibility. :(
~ As stiff as Darcy is supposed to be, he had some funny one-liners. "I just went to the loo." "You can't use that as a reason!" Or something. Hee! Okay, fine, whatever, I lurves the Colin Firth, so everything he does is perfect. Pfffft.
~ Daniel Cleaver is still a fuckwit. Thank goodness. But damn if he didn't look hot. Am a teeny bit upset at the use of 10cc's 'I'm Not in Love' when they're in his room, though, as I had just finished watching my The Office Special dvd and that's Tim and Dawn's song, dammit. But I'll learn to get over it.
~ The fight scene set to The Darkness's 'I Believe in a Thing Called Love' was freaking hilarious. Quite possibly better than the fight scene in the first movie, if only because, hello, WetDarcy. SeriouslyWetDarcy. (More of this and he'll have to fight John Cusack as the wettest man on Pooh's Boyfriend List.)
~ The ending. Love. Loooooooooooooove. Hmm, can we say BJD3? Please?
So, in conclusion... this movie is love and everyone needs to go see it. Now. I do have some minor complaints though. Well, not really complaints, just... whatever. This movie, while wonderful and full of love, wasn't quite as up to par as the first one, imo. The first one was a lot tighter and cleaner. This one, at times, seemed like it was mostly a series of Let's Embarrass Bridget scenes one after the other, and while funny, did get to be a bit too much. I love Bridge, but can't the girl get a break? Okay, other than snagging Darcy forever, which... okay... maybe that's enough of a break for her, that lucky bitch. So, yeah... go see it.
I've a mind to go see it again, which leads us to Rant #45972690. Fucking Thing1 wanted me to go see it with her because her tard of a boyfriend refused to see the movie. (See? Something wrong with him.) Anyway, that bitch left her cell phone on during the movie, and those two love sending each other texts like every other minute. So imagine my surprise when, after I thought I saw her turn off her cell phone like you're SUPPOSED TO OUT OF COURTESY TO EVERYONE ELSE, her text alarm goes off a third of the way through the movie. Twice. And even though it's in her purse, it's loud. So that bitch has the nerve to act all embarrassed about it and try to pretend like it's not her, but then eventually answers it on the second ring. So of course, being pissy about it, I tell her to turn the damn thing off. And her stupid reply is "oops!" WTF!! And then the bitch has the nerve to respond to the text. So of course, she puts it away, and about twenty minutes later, it goes off again. And again, I tell that "bitch, turn the fucking thing off." And her response is "it's just a text message; it's not like it's a call." Tried not to bitchsmack her right there, as the Darcy was onscreen at the time. But the third time it happened, I swear to god, if we weren't already near the end of the movie, I was going to shove her cell phone so far up her ass, she'd need the world's longest stick up there to look for it. And then afterwards, when I was yelling at her that she should have turned it off before the movie, and barring that, at least after the first time it went off, that bitch got all bitchy herself about how it was only text messages and that she didn't know anyone was going to text her and how she didn't need to turn it off just because I was embarrassed about it. DUDE. WHATTHEFUCK. WHATTHEFUCK!!!! WHATTHEFUCCKKKKKK!!!!! I swear, it's like ever since I got back from PR, everyone's been actively trying to piss me off.
And then, that bitch had the nerve to ask me to drop her off at the bus stop so she could go back to the city to be with her fucking tard boyfriend. I blame her boyfriend for making me all pissy today, too. If he had only gone with her, then he wouldn't have sent her all those texts. All day today and yesterday, it's been her stupid ass text ring going off every few minutes. I don't get it. Is there some kind of law that once you get a boyfriend, you're not allowed to NOT talk/text him for two hours of one day of the rest of your life? Because if so, forget about it. I'll stick with my faux boyfriends. I won't even get started on how she absolutely HAS TO talk to him every night, but that every time I've ever heard her on the phone with him, she's ripping him a new asshole, or she's crying and blaming him for something while manipulating him into feeling guilty about whatever. This dude seriously needs to get a spine and bitchslap her back into place. We've seen her do this to two guys already, and it's not pretty. As mean as I can ever be, I'm almost positive I'll never be that mean. Ever.
So you see... holidays are bad for the Pooh. Lots of pissy and grumpy and cranky. Not even BJD2 and watching Felicity Huffman and Brenda Strong in my Sports Night DVDs today can help ease some of that. But hopefully... HOPEFULLY... some more drinking and bowling (is it bad I'm picturing Thing1's head on both the ball and the pins already?) with some old friends I haven't seen in forever will help bring SOME happy back into my life. Because right now, I'm dying. (Also not looking forward to the 15 hours I'll need to spend keeping the mom company in the city tomorrow. So unfair, dammit.)
*sobs some more*
Well, off I go.
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