harry potter

spoiler-ish... not really... but eh...

yes. i watched harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban and i enjoyed it. considering the fact that the first two movies were much like reading the book and that fact causing me to be really nitpicky about the various scenes that were cut out from them. thats ok. my dad got the first dvd from the philippines for a buck and did i get the second one? i dont remember. anyways!

this was definitely an adaptation. unlike some movies that film commas [think jane eyre with timothy dalton] the prisoner of azkaban attempted to catch important parts and omit others. the chosen scenes were well done. and surprisingly, the theater i was in wasnt so annoying. thanks glendale.

but what the fuck was that ending?? that shit had me rolling in the aisles. fucking ridiculous.

my conclusion about the movie is that it was actually a movie. two previous harry potter movies seemed fragmented despite the fact that they seemed to stick to the book more that PoA. some people hated it. some people loved it. some people fell asleep. some watched it twice in a 6 hours period ::coughguzmancough::

katie

after the movie, guzman, leslie, eden, doug and i headed to conrads to see katie. and she was such a good waitress. heehee

oh by the way, all that was on friday...

on saturday... danielle and i saw... a perfect circle

danielle and i got there pretty early and we didnt feel like sitting down to see the opening act [which was mini-kiss! BAH! i wanted to see them!], so we decided to go over to the kroq people. after watching two women chug milk for tickets, danielle was determined to see franz ferdinand. so she stepped up for the next challenge, which was reminicent of the inferno that trishelle lost. it had to do with really hot sauce, which was 10 times hotter than the hot habanero pepper. to make a long story short, danielle braved 10 drops of that shit and then she threw up in front of a lot of people. oooh yeah.

anyways, the concert was aaaaawesome. like... wow. for a while, maynard sung behind a cardboard cut-out of george dubya. later, we threw the cardboard cut-out at james iha. that was pure entertainment.

the encore was judith. at the first drum beats of the song, i could hear EVERYONE light up. good times really.

my fucking mercedes benz emblem
OH! by the way.... someone stole my fucking mercedes benz hood emblem. YOU FUCKER! grr. the fucker couldnt even BREAK THE WHOLE THING OFF. go porbee. you held on to mercedes star as hard as you could.

and know what all you people who have never seen my car are thinking... aww boo hoo... your mercedes benz. but dude. that car has been in my family for almost 25 years. and nothing bad has ever happened to it.

ehh... i dont feel like uploading pics. so... BYE!