Movies Marathon
With thursday and friday being the weekend in this part of the world, I had a couple of my mates over and we pulled out some classics from my DVD collection and spent the next 14 hours watching, one after the other, the following movies and rolling up joints.
Goodfellas (don't need to say anything about this one)
The Italian Job (Love it)
Ocean's 11 (One of the best ever made)
Snatch (The best british gangster movie of all time)
Lock Stock and Two Smoking barrels (The 2nd best british gangster movie of all time)
Eurotrip (The funniest movie of all time)
Heat (What can I say)
after that we took some rest. had a shite. ate a little. slept until late afternoon and then woke up only to find one of us already up watching American Pie 1. So we ordered pizza for breakfast (or lunch, whatever) and switched to some good old porn. Apprently, Jenna Jameson doesn't have the same effect anymore as she did about 5 years ago. So next, was Best Laid Plans (Has a sickening twist right at the end), American Pie 1 (God bless the internet) The Ring 1 (Not as good as 2 but still pretty fuckin creepy, specially when you've had a joint too many), Before Sunset (beautifully written) and Training Day (Eva Mendes - 2nd hottest babe on the planet).
Now, every single movie mentioned above I had already watched numerous times before but thats not the reason I'm worried about myself. And believe you me, I AM WORRIED.
The movie I hadn't watched before was Ten Things I hate about you. Its a fuckin chick flick, I don't even remember what went on in it as I wasn't really paying much attention but right at the end, after this aussie bloke has really screwed up with some chick he allegedly cares about, she reads a poem in front of a full lecture room. It left me with a lump in my throat. And I aint admitting more than that!
Here's wot it was. Its pretty harmless stuff.
I hate the way you talk to me.
And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare
I hate your big dumb combat boots.
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick
it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh -- even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it that you're not around. And the fact that you didnt call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you - - not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
See what I mean? Wot the FUCK is the world coming to? Wot's happenin to me? Am I weird? Am I turning gay? Am I a poof? I'm worried sick now. Im sure as fuck it aint right for guys to get all teary eyed at chick flicks but has anyone of you EVER experienced something like that? After you've hit puberty ofcourse?
I think it was the dope.