there's only one e, actually

Cream eggs. And those Cadbury easter eggs, the ones with pop rocks in them. Those things are RIDICULOUS nummy.

EXPLOSION NUMBER ONE.
Ugh. Other disgusted and annoyed noises. My computer is rejected the sims in the huge way. I'm pissed.
EXPLOSION NUMBER TWO.
Bret's hip thrust on FotC this week. Unf.
EXPLOSION NUMBER THREE.
AHHHH SECOND SEMESTER CRAZY SHIT.

Reinstalling the Sims for like, the second time this week.
[YOU KNOW WHAT'S COOL, YOUR COMPUTER NOT DOING NONSENSE.]
So that is a very annoying situation, you know?
I have balloons EVERYWHERE in my room.
Flight of the Conchords season two premier last night on HBO. I only found out last night that I even get HBO, it was a pleasant surprise. It must be said how much I love Dave for singing Pussy Mart.

Uuugh. It actually involves me, and it was hella embarrassing.  You know how the seats on buses face the front, then midway through they face the middle? I was near the middle-facing seats, just ahead of them, and I was reaching backward for a bar to hold onto. Specifally, one that ran across the back of a front facing seat.
Turns out, this bar was exactly level with the legs of a woman sitting in the middle-facing seats.
So I wound up just grabbing innappropriate amounts of inner thigh.
It was awkward.

This is one of those movies that I watch time and time again just so I can hear the last lines. Everything is just building up to those lines for me.
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My friend Paulyn drew me a picture of myself and Bret McKenzie.
My Christmas was made.

Also, one day Greg gave me a picture of Pheonix Wright in full-on objection! mode, but instead of saying objection, he was saying penis.
Greg gives good gifts.

This morning my TV gave me the gift of suddenly exploding into high volume at the same time Flight of the Conchords took the stage at the Just for Laughs festival, thus waking me up to see them play Business Time. Thank you, TV.

Seriously. I wish I lived back then. Last night I watched The Shop Around the Corner on TCM, and it was honestly one of the best things I've ever seen. James Stewart is amazing. The story was beautiful. Better than when they remade it as You've Got Mail.
Just... get me a time machine for Christmas. I want to go back to the 40s. Maybe join the circus or something. Freakshows were still around back then, right?
Right.

Ten beeeest... anythings. I can't decide on one thing.

10- Best phone message- Left by friend Greg. Something along the lines of, "Uhh, hey Steven,[I'm not Steven.] sorry I fucked up your pen... I kinda uh, dropped it in a bottle of Schweppes, and then poured Pepsi on it, and then threw it at Ashley...[Ashley later confirmed that this did happen.] I'll get you a new one. Nice message, by the way, it's very... you."[My message was recorded by my friend Emily. 'Let's break down the walls on this Truman show, bitch.' She was wearing shutter shades at the time, that may have had something to do with it.]

9- Best place- Some flea market in Montreal my mom dragged me to one day. You could buy cockatoos and tombstones at the same time, all while being emotionally audited by the Scientologist booth.

8- Best letdown- Twilight. The book I liked [I know, I know. What the hell.] The movie was actual shit.

7- Best accidental movie disovery- How To Succeed in Business Without Really Trying. That is a fantastic film that I stumbled upon while channel surfing one fine Saturday evening. Lovelovelove.

6- Best license plate- I was behind a car at a gas station on Halloween, and the car in front of me had vanity plates. Those vanity plates said, I kid you not, CONDOM. And who was the driver of this car? Some dude who looked just like Sean Connery.

5- Best triumph- The time I beat everyone at Scrabble by a whopping 109 points. That was a good day.

4- Best picture on my cellphone- Upon careful inspection, I'm going to have to bypass all the pictures I have on there of my cats and present this one to my neighbour, who I photographed one sunny afternoon carrying a case of beer around in a giant, really high-quality Cookie Monster head. Grilled cheese sandwiches were choked upon.

3- Best birthday present- Given to me by a neighbour, who found it on the side of the road. The case was that of Phil Collins' Greatest Hits; the actual CD inside, Hinder. Needless to say, I was impressed.

2- Best day- The day Ashley, Alex and I snuck into the woods behind Homesense and not only caught a toad, but found one of those tunnels where graffitti artists congregate. We sat on the concrete ledge overlooking the water and dodged grasshoppers.

1- Best worst thing on the face of this earth- My friend Wyatt forcing me to watch a video of a guy sitting on a jar, naked, so that it went into his ass- then picking out bits of glass when it shattered inside him. Seriously. Two girls one cup has nothing on this.

Random other stuff that didn't make the cut- Other-Alex referring to ugly surgeons as vampire bats, Regular-Alex pouring sugar into my mouth totally unprovoked, some kid dumping Lucky Charms on Ashley's porch, and the kid who wrote EMO in the snow on my lawn[I don't have any pictures of that, and it is my greatest regret.]

It's been a decent year, to say the least. and I'm really excited to see what happens next year =]

I should think so.
Anyway. Here goes, eh?

Title: Drinking
Pairing: Bret/Jemaine.
Rating: I can see why people hate rating. I'm guessing PG?
Disclaimer: I do not own Flight of the Conchords. But Christmas is coming up, so like...
Summary: Summaries are not my forte. It's my first Conchords fic, though, if that tells you anything.

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