Recently, I have been informed that my friends take time out of their blissfully empty university lives (sarcasm) to chat about me. Me. YoYo and JonnyBoy apparently fall asleep to Franny Talk... I asked them to enlighten me about this situation... they refused, naturally. I throw my hands up in the air and ask baby J "whyyyyyyy".
Not only do they refuse to tell me what Franny talk is about, they chat about me as though I am not there! In front of my very eyes. You'd think that they would have the common human decency to let me in on what they are talk about me as you know, its ME that they are chatting about. I am running around like a headless chicken wishing to piece this rudely concocted conspiracy driven enigma together much to Potters delight.
OMG I HAVE FOUND INSPIRATION
Four words my little friends. Hunger. Games. (wait for it) Mo. Fuggas.
It comes out tonight, and I am going tomorrow at 3.45 and I am already shitting myself with the anticipation. My sister who lives in Calgary is pacing in her room, wearing the carpet down in her room, its making my mother consider knocking her out.
I'm seeing it tomorrow with Shaun and Ehmi, Potter JonnyBoy, and YoYo.
You know those teen girls who sit in the bottom of the cinema and they scream till they cant anymore because either they are puking with excitement, or crying so hard they cant breathe? I guarantee you, that will be me: only tomorrow. Watch for it.
I am Harry Potter Premier excited for this shit to happen. You don even know. You. Don't. Even. Know. This is almost better than Christmas. I said it. Yup, right thurrrrrrr!
(If this movie turns out to be shit, disregard everything I have said in the above spiel)
Feels good to be back!
F.F
Not only do they refuse to tell me what Franny talk is about, they chat about me as though I am not there! In front of my very eyes. You'd think that they would have the common human decency to let me in on what they are talk about me as you know, its ME that they are chatting about. I am running around like a headless chicken wishing to piece this rudely concocted conspiracy driven enigma together much to Potters delight.
OMG I HAVE FOUND INSPIRATION
Four words my little friends. Hunger. Games. (wait for it) Mo. Fuggas.
It comes out tonight, and I am going tomorrow at 3.45 and I am already shitting myself with the anticipation. My sister who lives in Calgary is pacing in her room, wearing the carpet down in her room, its making my mother consider knocking her out.
I'm seeing it tomorrow with Shaun and Ehmi, Potter JonnyBoy, and YoYo.
You know those teen girls who sit in the bottom of the cinema and they scream till they cant anymore because either they are puking with excitement, or crying so hard they cant breathe? I guarantee you, that will be me: only tomorrow. Watch for it.
I am Harry Potter Premier excited for this shit to happen. You don even know. You. Don't. Even. Know. This is almost better than Christmas. I said it. Yup, right thurrrrrrr!
(If this movie turns out to be shit, disregard everything I have said in the above spiel)
Feels good to be back!
F.F
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