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May. 9th, 2007 05:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thewingedwordSo, done with AP tests, both of them. I don't know for sure but I hopefully got a 5 on the Gov and at least a 4 on the Calc. I can't say, it's out of my hands now, fluttering down to all the graders and machines that will chew up my work and spit out nothing but a tiny, black-stamped number. Worth it, still.
Watched Boondock Saints! It was a... a very good idea, that managed to still be a cultishly-good movie despite occasionally crappy scriptwriting and a budget of basically nothing. Willem Dafoe in drag is not something I EVER need to see again, but the brothers were ridiculously hot. Neck tattoos! Oh, bandom, what have you done to me? Veritas, aequitas. It was very very Supernatural, hot brothers and guns and Latin chanting, knives and religious overtones and crazy fathers. Like Supernatural in other ways, at that. You really have to watch the outtakes to get the scene where their drunken mother calls and pretends to kill herself as a prank. and they scuffle around on the floor completely naked to answer the phone. Hilarious.
Am attempting to beg, bribe, and win my way into seeing the Projekt Revolution tour when it comes here, because there is NO DOWNSIDE to seeing Linkin Park and My Chemical Romance and Taking Back Sunday all at once. Unless it's having to deal with the HIM fanbase at the same time, alas. I'm trying to decide whether lawn seats would be less likely to become a giant mosh pit, being further away from the stage, or if the lack of interfering chairs would only encourage things.
It's impossible to believe that it's Wednesday, it feels like the longest-coming Friday known to man and all I want to do is listen to music and sleep, and instead I have to talk my way out of a Physics test tomorrow. Joy.
Watched Boondock Saints! It was a... a very good idea, that managed to still be a cultishly-good movie despite occasionally crappy scriptwriting and a budget of basically nothing. Willem Dafoe in drag is not something I EVER need to see again, but the brothers were ridiculously hot. Neck tattoos! Oh, bandom, what have you done to me? Veritas, aequitas. It was very very Supernatural, hot brothers and guns and Latin chanting, knives and religious overtones and crazy fathers. Like Supernatural in other ways, at that. You really have to watch the outtakes to get the scene where their drunken mother calls and pretends to kill herself as a prank. and they scuffle around on the floor completely naked to answer the phone. Hilarious.
Am attempting to beg, bribe, and win my way into seeing the Projekt Revolution tour when it comes here, because there is NO DOWNSIDE to seeing Linkin Park and My Chemical Romance and Taking Back Sunday all at once. Unless it's having to deal with the HIM fanbase at the same time, alas. I'm trying to decide whether lawn seats would be less likely to become a giant mosh pit, being further away from the stage, or if the lack of interfering chairs would only encourage things.
It's impossible to believe that it's Wednesday, it feels like the longest-coming Friday known to man and all I want to do is listen to music and sleep, and instead I have to talk my way out of a Physics test tomorrow. Joy.
