And all at once I feel this. Oh, how it clings to me. It reels and calls me towards it, confounding destiny.

Hey peeps,

so yesterday I got to release my inner nerd and get my copy of Scott Pilgrim’s Precious Little Life signed by Bryan Lee O’Malley, the author. I went along with my partner in crime Succy, who took advantage of my fear of people and used it to make me squirm. On more than one occasion. In the end, I was happy with myself for saying hi to him and not quietly staring like the dweeb I most certainly am. A part of that happiness did come from getting the first frapino of the year. Delicious, despite my failed attempts to mix the chocolate with my straw and being called a noob by Succy. What a mean friend I have. Anyways, later that night, I went to the cinema and saw Fast Five. Holy crap, that movie was awesome. I’m not really an action movie kind of girl, but this has to be one of the best films I’ve seen. In my whole life. Not because it was life-changing, deep or had an important message. Because it was two hours and nine minutes of pure entertainment. Top notch. Oh, and everyone who’s going to see it, sit through the credits. Just do and you’ll experience some serious mindfuck.  Waiting anxiously for the sixth film now.

Tune of the day CXXXIV, because it’s a good song. Simple as that.