Visited a concentration camp in Berlin, that was under construction
Watched some Germans attempt to build a guard tower for said concentration camp
Saw some men drilling books
Wore the mask of a fictional comic-book terrorist, then danced about in my SEXY hoodie
Unsuccessfully tried to sneak into a theme park
Saw TWO film stars... well, one star and one demi-star
Watched the destruction of the Old Bailey to music
Saw many artworks
So, basically, my day on the V for Vendetta sets was pretty well spent. Man, that film is gonna kick so much ass. And I saw Natalie Portman. Hell, I could have run up and stabbed her, if I'd had a knife, or had wanted to. But seriously, she is SO SMALL. Its like, a sudden wind would blow her away. She is like Emma. Except she's fit, and doesn't love Mike. EMMA LOVES MIKE. Raise your hand if you didn't see THAT shocker coming. NOBODY. So that's... what? FIVE relationships that I've set up, now? They should name all the kids after me. Hahahhaha... Imagine the kids between Emma and Mike. That's gonnna be ODD. A slight, tall, afroed black man who looks like a cat and has no tits. But still, cudos to me for setting it up in the first place. Christ, I'm a better matchmaker than this girl:
Ahhahahahah. That picture is so damn funny. Tom Cruise has really gone downhill. And why do they have a ball of wool? And what's so damn funny? The picture says 'Single Father', so the woman can't be the mother. So she's a skanky girlfriend/sister, and is therefore not the girl's birth mother. OR... she is the mother, and is about to be hit by an 18 wheeler/fall off a cliff/be killed by the chinese mafia/run away with the milkman, get aids, then die slowly and painfully/all of the above. Actually, that would rule. Then the dad loses it, Man on Fire stylee, and goes on a rampage of revenge... you know, that book could actually rule. Well, it would if it was done the way I'd do it.
AND IT SAYS SUPER ROMANCE AT THE TOP. What the FUCK is a Super-Romance? Like, cupid flying about, kicking nine shades of shit out of everybody, then saving the world from the evil Monkor, who is, as we all know, eeeeevil. Fuck me, I want to read that book now. Let me find a synopsis online:
In Ridge City, Tennessee, widower Alan Ridge, CEO of Windridge Distillery, worries about his nine year old daughter who severely injured her back in the car accident that killed his wife. Louemma has successful surgery, but shows no signs of healing and her doctors insist her problems are psychosomatic.
Divorced from an alcoholic spouse, weaver Laurel Ashline has moved to her late grandmother's home in Ridge City. She provides weaving therapy to patients who need help for their arms and wrists. Alan's grandmother decides that Laurel is perfect to help her great-granddaughter and forces Alan to agree to the therapy. As Laurel reaches inside to Louemma beyond the loom, she learns the guilty secret that has incapacitated the child even as she falls in love with the two Ridges.
The main character is a fucking WEAVER, the lamest of the professions. I rest my case.
AND NOW I AM IN ENGLAND. Fun beans. For about three days... I go to fucking Amsteram on the 2nd. For the rowing camp. I would rather be back at the concentration camp. No JOKE. Anyway, I have a sexy Berlin fleece, and might go get a haircut later on, and them I shall watch One Flew Over the Cuckoos nest. And God bless me too.
Zombie weapons are starting to annoy me now. Uh... hammer?
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