He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts

I feel like I belong in an old Noir film.

I'm wearing a black shirt and black skirt, both of which have white lace, black shoes with white writing, black purse with white lace trim, silver dangly earings with black sequins....and then I went to the Wave Pool and got a black wrist band with silver printings on it so you can get back in the pool.

I went to see Wedding Crashers with my aunt today.
Eh. It was alright.

Scared by Jane Seymour.

She kicked a costumer in the face.

She was being fitted, and she THOUGHT she got stuck with a pin, so she kicked the costumer in the face. Thing is, the costumer wasn't even USING pins at that point, she was just moving stuff around to see what needed to be pinned.

The theatre was FREAKING AWESOME.
It was two stories tall, and the screens were 50 feet high, so you could take elevators up to sit in the balconies. The chairs were like captains chairs in cars, except more comfortable, and they reclined slightly. The concession stands (there were three of them, one at the entrance and one in each wing) were huge, and sold like... everything... pizza, nachos, pretzel bites, oh yeah, and popcorn ^.^

Now I'm watching BATMAN. <3 CATWOMAN.

The real one.

NOT Halle Berry.