A real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot/

So I clearly went and saw RocknRolla, that new Guy Ritchie movie that just came out. It was pretty good, nothing amazing or award winning by snob standards, but by plain ol' regular me standards, it wa pretty awesome.

I suppose Guy Ritchie movies are just big clichés, British gangsters who get into this tangled mess, people whose story lines have nothing to with the others coming together because of some crazy problem, weird plot twists that hint at the answer, but make no real sense until the very end, and silly, awful, awesome black humor.

The thing I really like about the two Guy Ritchie movies I've seen is that there is at least one super well written monologue. He just finds something so obscure but obvious and very cruelly but poetically turn into a metaphor for life. There were two this time.

"People ask the question... what's a RocknRolla? And I tell 'em - it's not about drugs, drums, and hospital drips, oh no. There's more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life - some the money, some the drugs, other the sex game, the glamour, or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he's different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot."

and then my favorite,

" You see that pack of Virginia killing sticks on the end of the piano?"
" Yes."
" All you need to know about life is retained in those four walls. You will notice that one of your personalities is seduced by the illusions of grandeur - the gold packet of king size with a regal insignia, an attractive implication towards grandeur and wealth, the subtle suggestion that cigarettes are indeed your royal and loyal friends, and that, Pete, is a lie.Your other personality is trying to draw your attention to the flip side of the discussion, written in boring bold black and white, it's a statement that these neat little sergeants of death and in fact trying to kill you and that, Pete, is the truth. Oh, beauty is a beguiling call to death and i'm addicted to the sweet pitch of its siren. That that starts sweet ends bitter, and that which starts bitter ends sweet. That is why you and i love the drugs and that is also why I cannot give that painting back. now please, pass me a light."

So fucking sweet. Anyways.

The rest of my weekend was spent pretty well. Friday night I went and saw Lily and some other pals in a cool performance art thing which was a commentary on how personal and unique a girls getting ready to go out process is. It was super interesting and hella powerful, especially since I could relate and say how I could never go in front of so many people and just get ready.

Then Caleb and I went for dinner, went to RocknRolla, and then home for sleepytime.

The next morning I woke up and Caleb and I watched How I Met Your Mother for about five hours. It's a sweet show Shawn and Caleb discovered, started watching, and then have hooked me into watching. I haven't seriously watched a sitcom like this since Friends and have just rediscovered how seriosuly hilarious and comforting they can be.

After that we went to some people who are friends of theirs (and mine?) named Alex and Johnny and we watched TV aaaaaaalll night. I always feel a little uncomfortable being there because a) They are all older, cooler, and say wise things I can't fathom even thinking of saying, and b) there are typically no or very few females there. Luckily for me I had a) my awesome pal Keaton who NEVER makes me feel uncomfortable, b) Kougar, a super cool dude who never makes me feel dumb when I talk, c) Jacqueline, a goregeous chesty redhead who is super sweet and kind, and d) LILY! Then we went home and got some sleep.

This morning I woke up to the sound of Colleen and Isabel, two other coolios, coming over to watch Buffy, something we shall do EVERY SUNDAY until we run out of Buffy Episodes. Then I went to my parents for dinner, met Sami and some of her friends, met up with Hannah, and went and saw Twilight.

I'm not a huge fan of the books. I like them, they entertain me, but they aren't my favorites. I also never saw the obsession with Edward until I saw the gorgeous man, Robert Pattinson (of Harry Potter fame), play Edward. He was just too adorable, and paired with the feircley talented Kristen Stewart, it was just too perfect of a romance. I walked out all warm and bubbly.

So I belive this is the time to write my omage to Lily.

This is Lily, one of saaviest, coolest, suavist, most sexually (in a excitingly awesome way), people with the best taste in music, ever. It just makes me happy to see her and make we want to dance a little cha cha cha dance for her. She also is this fantastic singer and an amazing photographer. I don't know a whole lot about photography terms, but she manages to always capture a moment perfectly. She also has there badass combat boots that I adore, and while they are not her, they are a part of her totally kickass style that I would love to be able to pull off but can't. She also is one of the few people that watches Veronica Mars with me and thinks it's cool, AND she introduced me to melted cheese on perogies, which are some of my favorite foods.
^Above is one of my fav pictures of me and Lily, from the Blue Party Sacha and Jacqueline and Raquel held last year. I asolutley love it.

Anyways, imma go, watch some How I Met Your Mother, maybe try and sleep. Super excited for my week.

Ciao.