Paper. Suuuuuucks. I think it sucks so much because I just really could give a shit about it, you know? Like the Orson Welles paper was a pain the ass to write but at least I cared about it and was interested in it. This one's for Immigration and I seriously could not care less. Sorry, immigrants.
So one of my roommate's has been binging on X-Files in the common room. I haven't actually watched any of them because my door's shut and I'm ostensibly working on this paper (read: watching Stardust) but I've heard the opening theme somewhere close to a dozen times by now.
I fear for my sanity. Surely hallucinations of David Duchovny attempting to convince me that the truth is out there can't be far behind.
To change the subject, I am so fucking down with every new clip that comes out for RED. I cannot wait to see this movie!! Helen Mirren cappin' bitches, John Malkovich acting like a crazed bastard again, and Bruce Willis and Morgan Freeman, who really need only show up for me to be happy. Then I see stuff like this:
And I just get way too excited for my own good.
Not too much else to say tonight. Sorry for the less-than-awesome posts lately. As soon as I get through this week I'll have a lot less shit to do and a lot more time to practice being funny on the internet.
All right, good night you crazy kids. Smoking that dope, listening to your rock and roll and wearing your pants all low. You stay out of trouble. I'll be over here, pretending to write about the difficulties second-generation immigrants have retaining their culture, but actually watching Robert DeNiro prance around in a dress. 'Night!
God, I love that movie.