And let there be: Utter randomness...

Well, last night I saw a very interesting movie. If you have ever seen Vicky Cristina Barcelona, it will rack your brain. I watched it with my Grandparents, which was awkward, with about 4 sex scenes in the bunch. My Grandpa kept on complaining "Where is Penelope Cruz? It's half way through the movie, and I don't see Penelope Cruz!!!" I told my Grandma that she had competition with Penelope. My Grandpa carried on: "Is that Penelope Cruz? Is that her Evie?"
"No Grandpa."

But, it was one of those movies that left you wondering in the end of the movie. And in some ways, I completely hate that. I really like to know what happens afterwards, but you know, that movie really kept your attention. I'm not even that much of a "movie lover", but I sorta loved this one...There was something's I learned in that movie; #1: I really want to go to Barcelona now. It's like my dream. I think that is one of the places I would like to study abroad if I could. #2: I already knew that I really liked Spanish guitar, but boy, it made me want to listen to it forever. I think I'll have to buy some of it on itunes or something.

Haha. I know, I know, I'm picky with my music. But something has to give me inspiration to listen to it. There can be that one song, with just the right chord progression that just makes my "music heart" leap. And I'll probably be hooked on it like crack for 3 weeks. Then it's to the next song. Another way to make me really like music is to force it on me until I listen to it, and if I listen to it long enough, it will eventually get to me so where I completely fall in love with it, it was like the song Viva la Vida by coldplay, I heard it already like two times, but until Johnnie forced me to listen to it for longer then 20 seconds, in my ears, I actually started to like it. Which, in the end, was truly embarrassing because I made such a point that I hated that song.

Last night I still slept awfully. It took me two hours to fall asleep...then finally, I was in dream land, and my parents called at 3 am. I was pissed.,I'm sorry, but I am not happy when I am sleep deprived, oh and can't breathe through her nose, or mouth, because of my awful sore throat or stuffy nose. I was popping pills like Dr. House with his vicodin, that's a image for you.... now I actually don't remember the conversation I had with my parents, but I really hope I didn't sound so pissed on the phone as I did in my head...People usually I say i'm really nice when I first wake up, but I don't know how the crap I was. But, when i'm awake i'm pretty good at putting the best image up that i'm the freakin' happiest person in the world., so maybe it was carried on through my sleep.

Okay, one more random crap thing. I decided my hair looked a little weird, so I thought I should cut this little bit of hair on my bangs, and now it won't go down and it just sticks up like a mini-mowhawk.
Okay, now i'm challenging you to get more random then I was in the last 20 minutes...haha.