Rob, my baby brother, has decided he wants to be: a. a bartender b. a filmmaker and c. a Host. Blink blink. A host. Not like the Host in Mass. More like a Maitre'd. or something. Wahahha. This i gotta see. I remember a time when Hostess was a (an?) euphemism for whore. So if my baby brother wants to sell his body to the highest bidder, I only have one thing to say. He's not worth it. *evil laugh*
As we filed into the movie theater in Oakridge yesterday, I passed by this poster (which i was horribly tempted to steal before I realized that I had nowhere to put it). Stardust, people. Watch it. Even if it's Claire Danes and I can't stand her.
Which brings us to Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End. I love Orlando Bloom. Yes I do. He makes me tingly. Especially his topless or wet-shirt scenes. Haha. Don't worry, Tobie. You make me tingly too. Mwah. I guess i hated the opening sequence of the movie, where you have a bunch of pirates chained together line-dancing in a chorus line. And i know most of you have seen it, but I don't want to put spoilers. So. I didn't like the ending. And Keira- excuse me, Elizabeth Swann, kissed four guys in this movie! Although near the end it almost turned pornic. For a Disney Movie! Eek. Much has been said about the length of this movie. But this I have to say: SIZE doesn't matter. It's all in the technique.
So here I am all cheeky. I went to a couple of interviews this week for a marketing job, and I don't know what will happen. (Although my feet are all bloody from those stupid office shoes.)
I will admit that corporate attire and makeup is a huge challenge for me. So I will be going to seminars for power dressing, etc.
I am missing tobie pretty badly though. Email me, people. Hugs.