on a rare occasion where i have a day off, worth it or not, i spend a lot of time at home alone with a book or with a good movie. and since it's the holidays, and boxing day sales are tremendous, i ended up with a stack of dvd's just begging to be watched.
i purchased for my father a documentary on hunter s. thompson called 'gonzo' narrated by johnny depp-- i'll touch this one in the new year. right now i'm focused on the theatrical gems i picked up this year. but it is no small fact to admit that i love the work of hunter s. thompson. on the wrapping for this present i wrote the immortal words left by hunter to his wife the day he committed suicide. i had to chuckle at how fitting it was for my father: in the suicide note hunter mentions how he was 67 and that was 17 years past 50; 17 years too many. and that after his death there'd be no more swimming. for the last 3 years my father has gone swimming once a week. also, hunter concedes he was always bitchy-- a perpetual state my father is in.
despite the fact that it was his immortal words published in rollingstone and christmas is supposed to be a happy time with family and friends, i found the suicide note more than fitting for the occasion.
oh a whim we bought tropic thunder and i'll be the first to say that it isn't my favorite. but i have it now and will watch a 'dude disguised as a dude playing another dude' or however the line goes. secretly, or not so secretly, i lust after robert downey jr just as much (if not moreso) than robert pattinson. what's with me and roberts? apparently i have a thing for bobs. or robs. depending on who you're talking to.
i conned my parents into buying the hangover. i definitely begged for the hangover-- an ironic twist if i do say so myself. i can't think of why anyone would beg for the hangover, unless of course, you were talking about the movie.
and i watched it.
and i fell more in love, if it was possible with vegas and the notion of vegas.
makes me think that the moment i have enough money i should invest in property in vegas, or at least seriously consider a time share. if not, i'll just find a way to be there as much as possible for as cheap as possible.
i've been quite pleased with my purchases and gifts thus far, but the one that i was most excited about was harry potter and the half-blood prince.
it should be noted here that i love harry potter. and not just like strongly. love as in i-went-to-a-midnight-opening-of-the-half-blood-prince-with-all-the-other-hardcore-nutters-and-then-saw-it-less-than-six-hours-afterwards-have-seen-every-movie-on-opening-day-stood-in-line-at-the-book-store-for-the-midnight-release-of-goblet-of-fire-and-got-into-a-fight-with-a-dumb-c*nt-over-line-position (it should be noted here that this woman was an adult and i had to be no older than 16. she was standing with her husband and i with my friend; i moved my foot a foot and she went ape-shit on me to which me and said friend went equally as nuts on her fat, ugly ass. it should also be noted that she was first in line and my friend and i were second. fucking bitch-dickbag-cum-guzzling-whore)-am-planning-a-trek-to-florida-for-the-harry-potter-theme-park-even-if-i-have-to-max-out-my-credit-card-or-hitch-hike-all-the-way-in-serious-talks-to-be-in-london-for-the-premier-of-the-last-movie-have-read-the-books-dozens-of-times-over-cried-when-i-watched-the-preview-of-deathly-hallows-LOVE-HARRY-POTTER.
now that you understand a bit more about me and my love for all things hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry (may i also point out as a youth i was most disappointed that i hadn't recieved a hogwarts letter. i held out hope up until 13, providing the excuse that maybe the owls were slow getting to canada from the u.k. or that maybe, just maybe, there was a school in canada that hogwarts was fighting with for me. no dice. i definitely went to muggle middle school and high school, and now muggle university.
it's just dreadful being so exceptionally average.
stupid muggle-ness.
i type this as i watch cormac mclaggan think he's top dog on the quidditch pitch. it shall be written that i think cormac, although being such a skeeze, is rather delicious. but so is malfoy. and ron. and harry if i'm being frank. and fred and george. ok so most of the cast.
i've never been happier to own a harry potter movie. the moment i put the 'special digital-copy dvd' in my tiny little paws i nearly squee'd.
ok. i fangirl squee'd. in the middle of wal-mart.
i have no shame.
everyone should love harry potter. everyone. it's so far-reaching i think the only person who's oblivious to the many tendrils of the world of harry potter is my father, and maybe my grandparents. but together they have like, 9 years of formal education so i think we can let that slide-- they at least know the name and what it's about, albeit vaguely.

i forgot where i was going with this.
i got far too wrapped up in fawning over my copy of harry potter.
all i know right now is that i want either a bottle, no, a bathtub of felix felicius -OR- daniel radcliffe naked in my room.
i fucking LOVE harry potter, have i mentioned that?

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on a rare occasion where i have a day off, worth it or not, i spend a lot of time at home alone with a book or with a good movie. and since it's the holidays, and boxing day sales are tremendous, i ended up with a stack of dvd's just begging to be watched.
i purchased for my father a documentary on hunter s. thompson called 'gonzo' narrated by johnny depp-- i'll touch this one in the new year. right now i'm focused on the theatrical gems i picked up this year. but it is no small fact to admit that i love the work of hunter s. thompson. on the wrapping for this present i wrote the immortal words left by hunter to his wife the day he committed suicide. i had to chuckle at how fitting it was for my father: in the suicide note hunter mentions how he was 67 and that was 17 years past 50; 17 years too many. and that after his death there'd be no more swimming. for the last 3 years my father has gone swimming once a week. also, hunter concedes he was always bitchy-- a perpetual state my father is in.
despite the fact that it was his immortal words published in rollingstone and christmas is supposed to be a happy time with family and friends, i found the suicide note more than fitting for the occasion.
oh a whim we bought tropic thunder and i'll be the first to say that it isn't my favorite. but i have it now and will watch a 'dude disguised as a dude playing another dude' or however the line goes. secretly, or not so secretly, i lust after robert downey jr just as much (if not moreso) than robert pattinson. what's with me and roberts? apparently i have a thing for bobs. or robs. depending on who you're talking to.
i conned my parents into buying the hangover. i definitely begged for the hangover-- an ironic twist if i do say so myself. i can't think of why anyone would beg for the hangover, unless of course, you were talking about the movie.
and i watched it.
and i fell more in love, if it was possible with vegas and the notion of vegas.
makes me think that the moment i have enough money i should invest in property in vegas, or at least seriously consider a time share. if not, i'll just find a way to be there as much as possible for as cheap as possible.
i've been quite pleased with my purchases and gifts thus far, but the one that i was most excited about was harry potter and the half-blood prince.
it should be noted here that i love harry potter. and not just like strongly. love as in i-went-to-a-midnight-opening-of-the-half-blood-prince-with-all-the-other-hardcore-nutters-and-then-saw-it-less-than-six-hours-afterwards-have-seen-every-movie-on-opening-day-stood-in-line-at-the-book-store-for-the-midnight-release-of-goblet-of-fire-and-got-into-a-fight-with-a-dumb-c*nt-over-line-position (it should be noted here that this woman was an adult and i had to be no older than 16. she was standing with her husband and i with my friend; i moved my foot a foot and she went ape-shit on me to which me and said friend went equally as nuts on her fat, ugly ass. it should also be noted that she was first in line and my friend and i were second. fucking bitch-dickbag-cum-guzzling-whore)-am-planning-a-trek-to-florida-for-the-harry-potter-theme-park-even-if-i-have-to-max-out-my-credit-card-or-hitch-hike-all-the-way-in-serious-talks-to-be-in-london-for-the-premier-of-the-last-movie-have-read-the-books-dozens-of-times-over-cried-when-i-watched-the-preview-of-deathly-hallows-LOVE-HARRY-POTTER.
now that you understand a bit more about me and my love for all things hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry (may i also point out as a youth i was most disappointed that i hadn't recieved a hogwarts letter. i held out hope up until 13, providing the excuse that maybe the owls were slow getting to canada from the u.k. or that maybe, just maybe, there was a school in canada that hogwarts was fighting with for me. no dice. i definitely went to muggle middle school and high school, and now muggle university.
it's just dreadful being so exceptionally average.
stupid muggle-ness.
i type this as i watch cormac mclaggan think he's top dog on the quidditch pitch. it shall be written that i think cormac, although being such a skeeze, is rather delicious. but so is malfoy. and ron. and harry if i'm being frank. and fred and george. ok so most of the cast.
i've never been happier to own a harry potter movie. the moment i put the 'special digital-copy dvd' in my tiny little paws i nearly squee'd.
ok. i fangirl squee'd. in the middle of wal-mart.
i have no shame.
everyone should love harry potter. everyone. it's so far-reaching i think the only person who's oblivious to the many tendrils of the world of harry potter is my father, and maybe my grandparents. but together they have like, 9 years of formal education so i think we can let that slide-- they at least know the name and what it's about, albeit vaguely.

i forgot where i was going with this.
i got far too wrapped up in fawning over my copy of harry potter.
all i know right now is that i want either a bottle, no, a bathtub of felix felicius -OR- daniel radcliffe naked in my room.
i fucking LOVE harry potter, have i mentioned that?