Harry Potter: Get Rich or Die Tryin'
at 2005-11-25 on 3:14 p.m.
Thanksgiving day was kind of blah, but Caitlin and I made cookies and went to see GoF again, the night before, and it was awesome! We missed the first 15 minutes of the film due to theater confusion, but in the meantime we noticed a sign that read:
theater - Harry Potter
5D Get Rich Or Die Tryin'
Tee, hee... 50 cent is the only person gangstah enough to go up again HP's debut week ^_^
The Portkey sequence still kicked arse, Snarky Cedric was still...snarky(;)), Ferret Malfoy still went down Goyle's pants, Dan still looked quite nice during the bath scene (even Meg Cabot thinks so!), and I still teared up at the end.
Afterwords, the entire theater emptied except for us watching the credits. Caitlin and I were really hyper and, when the Yule Ball music came on, we walked right up to the flat ground in front of the screen and attempted to waltz! I pretended to be manly Krum (I really want to learn the Durmstrang boys' chroeography ^_-).
After all the credits ("No Dragons Were Harmed In the Making of This Movie"), we went outside to call Dad and it was snowing! In November!
So, overall, it was a fun evening. Now off I go to find underwater Photoshop tutorials.
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My family, my friends, Elijah ;), Harry Potter, LotR, 3:00am, cheezy WB shows, the 80s, the 90s, 80s teen movies, long car rides, random acts of kindness, when some hold the door for me, smiles, 8B and 9B pencils, sugar-free stuff that tastes good, music, fae, clothes, cutting pictures out of magazines, drawing/painting, milk chocolate, Meg Cabot books, Eoin Colfer, stealing a digital camera for the weekend, Renaissance, Goth, and Victorian clothing. You?
overly-sensitive people, political correctness, the kids at my library, when guys where too much cologne, spelling nazis, when my foot falls asleep, when people are overly insecure ("Are you still my friend?"), overly-emphasized sighs, burping without saying "excuse me," when someone messes with my still life, big charcoal drawings, writing essays for English, when shop owners look at me like "I've got my eyes on you. I know you can't afford anything in here," when artists charges hundreds of dollars for something that took them an hour to make and cost five bucks.