So I saw Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire with Erin, Rosie, Emily, Scott, and Andy (Scott's new boyfriend).
My mom had to suffer (or enjoy....yup, definetly enjoy) a ride with the five of us perverts and Rosie (she's a closet pervert, I tell you. All those "I feel awkward and you people are insane" looks she has are fake. Completly fake.).
The movie was ok, even though I felt like the cut out too many important parts, over glorified Harry, and added unnecessary things. The whole first half of the movie was pretty wacked (sorry, but that's the only way I can describe it).
On the bright side, they had the Weird Sisters, which made me insanely happy, even though I doubt they played the scene out quite like I imagined it in the book.
The second half of the movie was insane. It was sexual inuendos and lewed (sp?) comments galor. My favorite has to be this one:
Sed: You know the prefects bathroom on the 5th floor?
Harry: Yes, what about it?
Sed: You might want to take your egg there and...maul things over.
Me and Erin completed Sedric's sentence: I'll be sure to be there to...help you **wink wink**
That's how the rest of the movie went. It was made even better with Crouch Jr.'s creepy toungue licking thing he does.
After that we went to Food Lion and stalked Meghan (leader of the Mini-Moose club) and her eye-liner less boyfriend (she was wearing her "I'm a sucker for boys with eyeliner shirt). At one point we left Food Lion, and lost Emily, and on the way back Scott told me something along the lines of how he hates me. I did my over dramatic act of how sad I was and how my life was worthless and how I was going to kill myself. We entered Food Lion just in time for Megah and her nameless eyeliner lacking boyfriend to hear me saying (yelling/fake sobbing) "Where's the knife section?" (yes, I'm well aware there's no such thing as a knife section).
After that we proceeded (vocab word, yay Mrs. Gotschalk) to harass more people, freak more people out, take away more plastic knives from me (I loved it, damnit!), and have more fake orgasms.
While we did all the above things there were no drugs and/or alcohol included. Yup, we're *that* awesome.
On the bleak side of things, I have to finish a packet with at least 6 pages I haven't even started yet for Bio, an essay about Spartacus (I don't even know who he was...), and 15 sentences in Spanish about my summer, and Senor Montavon (my Spanish teacher from last year) will get to read. All that, and some Algebra. Someone up there hates me.
Oh yeah, and I have to do all that on Sunday, cause I completly wasted my weekend. | 
