Dawn of the Dead (2004): stupid and not scary at all. the original was sooo much better. maybe a sliver of some actual plot, if that. its not even worth me giving my critique. just don't see it.
did everyone catch the men's high bar finals? unfreakingbelievable!!!! i haven't seen that much drama since, well since yesterday when ryan threatened to kill me. first off, now that new light has been shed on the all around, maybe he does deserve the gold there, but i can't say that the silver should be hamm's tonight. personally, i think he should be stripped of the medals just because of his high pitched voice, but maybe that's why i'm not a judge.
got my books today for school. very excited about that. still no grade posted for my probates class because the teacher is a freaking moron slacker. and watched lots of olympics today and started season 2 of soprano's. that was my day. oh yeah, and the retards living upstairs came down for the second time in a month to complain about the volume of the music. funny because it was soooo freaking low, and our tv is usually much louder. idiots. add two more people to my hate list.
as far as day 2 went for san fran, tom and i woke up (tom woke up to the satisfaction that he got some booty the night before) and jetted to the city. drove her car just to BART which was about 5 minutes from her place and took that in. got off smack in the middle of the financial district, so had a looooong 30 minute walk to fisherman's wharf. hung out there for a while and walked around. got my glass from hard rock cafe which i'm very proud of. walked over to the cable cars, but there was like an hour wait to get up. so he and i decided to walk about 4 mountainous blocks to catch it further up. on the way just happened to run into crooked lombard st. took the cable car to powell and market and went into the fattest mall i've ever seen next to that sweet one on the vegas strip. then stupid me wants to take a pic of some sights so we just have to walk through the freaking ghetto to get there. i stop to take a pic of a concert for my bro when this pimp walks up to us and starts yelling at us about if he still had his agent and was still on crack, he'd take my camera and smash it up and kill us (no, it wasn't ryan) because he thought we tried to sneak a picture of him. kinda scary moment and he was a true pimp too. had the pimp hat and everything. funny cuz if i had even seen him, i prolly would have tried to take a pic of him when he wasn't looking. so i get my pics i wanted, then we head home. later that night, more swimming and hot tubbing.
by the way, happy belated birthday to patti!
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