Sunday, July 11, 2004

4:27 AM.Sun.Jul 11.
Elvis didn't die, he got put into ice cream...
Yep that's right. Elvis is an ice cream now. I've got proof. * eats a spoonful of Elvis * Mmmm...delicious.

A few interesting things have happened since I last posted.This includes yet another really nasty thunderstorm that just happened to be only in our little city, and just happened to get really bad while we were driving. The result? We could barely see two feet in front of us the rain was falling so heavily, and then, of all things, it started hailing! Combined with that, we had lightening pretty much striking the land right next to us on either side of the road.

But hey, I'm alive! Woohoo!

.:Commentary:.
Mimmi: Yes, that outfit is absolutely gorgeous. I think it would be hard NOT to look good in it.
Shin: I told you. You're completely photogenic. The camera loves you!
Arcadia: You naughty thing you. ;)
Sennen: Self-deprication is very unhealthy, dearest. ^.~
MC: Oh man, so much fun it's not even funny. * grin * But yea, it is kind of hard to explain pictures of random people being on your screen. --> "They're popups mommy, I swear!"
Ben: Yes, yes you do. AX rocketh.
.:End Commentary:.

Later that day (well, actually, it was the next day since it was around 1:30 AM) we went to Wal Mart and I bought a new CD player (10 bucks, baby), the Franz Ferdinand CD (more on that later), and the Totoro DVD for 5$! It was a very successful shopping trip, if I do say so myself. Once we got home, I popped Totoro into the DVD player right away. My mother said she could hear my squeals of pure and utter joy on and off for the whole movie, and I'm not surprised. I fell in love with it all over again. Totoro rocks so freaking much.

The whole idea that the children can see him because they simply have the mindset that things like that are perfectly capable of existing makes you wish that you could throw away all your cynicism and apathy and really believe in this beautiful, magical world, just as they do. Words fail me in my attempt to express how strongly one feels the message when watching this movie.

If you have never seen Totoro, you are very, very depraved person. Seek psychiatric help immediatly.

Moving on, I'm at a friend's house right now. And now I shall relate a particularily amusing bit of conversation we had:

(Franz Ferdinand's "Take Me Out" music video comes on)

Karmi: Oh my God he's so hot!
Luna: Yep. There's just something about the Scottish. Irish too...
Jewls: I don't know. I kind of prefer the British thing.
Luna: The Brits take second place. And then there's the Australians...
Karmi and Jewls: Australians! Aahhh...* blissful sigh *
Luna: * hysterical laughter *

That conversation continued long into the night, and well into the early hours of the morning, ranging from brunette vs blone, blonde vs fake blonde, fohawk vs mohawk, etc. I don't think we ever quite settled on what the "hottest" guy, but either way, he would definitely have an Australian accent.

And with that, I'll leave you all with one simple, yet powerful message:

Australians are hot.

-Karma
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