5-Jun-2006

INT.  MY ROOM   EVENING

The kind of place you live if you're nearly broke and have no health insurance.  The Honeybee examines the alarm clock as I drone.

ME:  Then I said, no, I don't want pink polish, I asked for red.  And waxing, no tweezing, on the eyebrows--

HONEYBEE:  Why is your alarm clock on military time?

ME:  Look, I may not be a dim-witted Republican like you, but I certainly support our troops.

HONEYBEE:  You don't know how to change it back, do you?

ME:  (head hanging)  No.

If my screenwriting professor were to read that, he would cringe.  But Xanga isn't conducive to screenplay format, and neither is Xanga Premium, so I've done the best I could.

Speaking of screenwriting, after Final Destination on Saturday, I was in for a treat.  You guessed it!  Fear with Reese Witherspoon and Mark Wahlberg.  Best.  Teenage. Stalking Movie.  Ever.  If you read my first post on Saturday, you'll know that the heat in this town was so bad that I could not even sit up to grab the remote and change the channel.  But USA came through for me.  Sometimes they have bad days - Grease 2, America's Sweethearts - but this weekend was particularly satisfying, and they should all pat themselves on the back. 

Is anyone going to see The Omen?  I prefer Julia Stiles in Save The Last Dance, where she is so incredibly awkward but still has great hair.  Maybe I will also enjoy seeing her get thrown off a building by her six year old Satanic son.  It's too bad she can't whoop his ass with a Ballet/Tae Bo combo.