That little strip of leg hair on my shin that I NEVER FAIL TO MISS. It haunts me day and night.
Everyone can see me. I'm a glaring oversight in your shaving regime. No matter how hard you try, you'll never get rid of me...
It has a warbling, ghost-like voice. Like oooo-ooo-ooooo. That probably wasn't good as a clarifying descriptor.
I go around each calf at least three times; I think I'm starting to shave off my skin, I'm being so thorough. And yet, as I pull on my boots, I feel the renegade line of tiny hairs, mocking me.
Damn you, rebel leg hair. One day, I shall defeat you and the powers of evil shall mourn their loss, for they will be so weakened that the powers of good shall triumph!
In brightest day, in blackest night,
No evil shall escape my sight.
Let those who worship evil's might,
Beware my power... dull razor's fight!
In case you couldn't tell, I'm excited about the Green Lantern movie.
PS- I've already seen the new Harry Potter movie twice. Saw the premiere and saw it again with my boyfriend on Friday. A reenactment of my first time seeing it:
Me: This is pretty exciting, the first installment of the finale. Hopefully they'll get it right, considering it'll be like five hours total.
Friend: Eeeeeeee!!!!!!!
Friend spasms with joy. Movie begins. I begin to spasm with joy. Movie ends.
Me: Eeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!! That was.... AMAZING. I mean the— and with the— and then the— I CAN'T WAIT FOR PART TWO!!!!
I come dangerously close to exploding with sheer happiness and fangirliness. Luckily, I am saved from a grisly death by the thought that I must see the second installment. Ron and Hermione kiss, don't you know.
A reenactment of my second time seeing it:
Me: Oh my God. Oh my God, it's about to play. Oh my God. I mean... oh Merlin.
I snort and giggle like a lobotomized ferret. My boyfriend seems to think my enthusiasm is adorable at first. After five such snort-accompanied exclamations, my zeal apparently became less appealing.
Le Boyfran: Allie. Calm down.
Me: But it's so amazing and it's starting soooooo soon!
Le Boyfran: Yeah, so calm down and stop acting like an idiot.
I sulk, but still vibrate with energy and begin to drool when the opening score begins to play.
The movie ends. I want to ask my boyfriend what he thought of the movie, but I have sadly fallen into a pleasure coma, only to reawaken when the second part of Deathly Hallows is released. To write this account of my reaction to this first part, I built a time machine and came back to Sunday, Tuesday Nov. 21st, 2010. I stopped by the hospital to check on Coma Me. I do not look peaceful sleeping. I look a little like a monster hybrid of Crookshanks and Scabbers.
And there you have it. There is clearly no excuse for not seeing such a masterpiece. Oh, and I also saw The Next Three Days, which was really good, but emotional. Much like HP 7. Be warned.
I have the exact same problem! A small patch on the outside of my leg, just above my left ankle. Oh well. I may start waxing just that part...
ReplyDeleteAND HP7! I knew I loved it in the first five minutes. I don't want to go into detail incase any of your readers haven't seen it yet, but wow, just wow.
Emma Watson is my favorite young actress (not to mention the fact that she's hotter than Georgia in July) and they let her run with so much in this movie.
My girlfriend didn't seem to get it at all though, so it's put quite the strain on our relationship... just kidding, but it does make for very exhausting conversations trying to explain just how awesome the Harry Potter series is. Oh well. Great post.