I woke up this morning to watch Conan on Regis and Kelly, but I got up a little early and my TV was on NBC and Today was on, and guess who was there? Arrrrgh. Feckin, he was making out with Katie Couric or something. Either way, I'm pissed I missed him.
I'm so feckin sick of my sister...she claims that I'm living with her, but she is still annoying me to shit. What the fuck is she listening to? "He's making up a souflée, which backstreet boy's gay". What the fuck?
Anyway, I'm tired as hell. I'm growing weary of these odd John Cusack hallucinations I'm having. I don't even know why! I'm not THAT obsessed. Anyway, this one was where I was watching Serendipity and whoever I was watching it with (I think it was Elena Oliver, this girl from fourth grade?) anyway, and she kept saying, "OMG! He's smiling! You said he never smiled!"
Well, that was odd in and of itself. I haven't seen Elena since...what the hell...fourth grade. That's like...9 years! Weird.
Last night Amber walked in on me in one of the middle of my odd acting rehearsals. Needless to say, she was a bit confused why I was having such a passionate conversation with an Edward Norton poster. She was like, "Um...who are you talking to?"
"Scruff! Don't you ever knock? Fucker!"
I don't think she believed that I was having a conversation with the cat either.
Anyway, it was The Significance Of A Rose. I'm such a loser, I make up the plotlines to imaginary movies and act them out. And I've noticed this--all my movies that I make up are the most intense, depressing movies imaginable. No comedy...I'm such a morbid drama queen. I composed the soundtrack list in my head last night. Anyway, part of the movie would be to remember some of the best--and most underrated--music of this point in life. Some of it's crap, sure, take Avril Lavigne or Britney or Christina, but a lot of it is really wonderful.
1. Some Kind Of Miracle--Kelly Clarkson
2. The Road Between--Lisa Marie Fucking Presley
3. Michelle's Theme, to be performed by Henry Mancini
4. Jack's Theme, to be performed by Henry Mancini
5. Lovers' Theme, to be performed by Henry Mancini
6. Nobody Noticed It--Lisa Marie Fucking Presley
7. Bittersweet Symphony *
8. Return To Innocence *
9. Classical Gas *
10. Painted On My Heart (for the trailer, of course)
See how sad and depressing those songs are? All of them are very depressing...just imagine how sad the original score will be with Henry Mancini doing it! Hah, I'm a loser.
Anyway, I'm bored. I shall be leaving. No one's reading this. Blah.
It's true, you know.
I'm so freakin bored right now.
I'm half-watching Jay Leno, half-curling hair. Yes, I'm dumb like that. I curl my hair at 11:43 at night. Freakin weirdo I am.
I found this site thru someone's profile at the X-Files forum...it's quite weird. I mean, not weird. Just looks a bit odd...I wish I knew how to name it something other than "Megs' Journal". that's so boring.
Freakin...I just burned myself. Damn fucking...ahhhh!!!
Okay, I'm done.
This is weird.
I don't know what to say...
I have unhealthy obsessions with lots of people. Sad, really. Kelly Clarkson, Nic Cage, Colin Farrell, Adrien Brody...at the moment, I'm in a John Cusack mood. I don't know why, maybe because I watched Identity the other day...Shit, which reminds me, I have to return that tomorrow.
Speaking of Johnny, he's gonna be on Conan tonight. Which is why I'm curling my hair.
See, now it's REALLY weird. I curl my hair at 11:43 at night for a guest on Conan O'Brien's talkshow.
Okay, I've run out of things to say, dammit.