I went to watch Catch And Release with Chloe yesterday. We both loved it, so I don't know what the critics were thinking when they rated it low. It had the whole theatre cracking up. I also dropped the Twizzlers we got multiple times. But I didn't spill the icee so it's all good.
Before all that though...
We bought a large cup of Boardwalk Fries and some old lady came over and told us that that was a lot of fries and asked if they were good.
Then we walked around and saw two very pretty emo boys. The first thing we noticed was that they were wearing tight jeans. ( :D ) I then looked up to see theeeawesomehair. ( :D !!! ) We followed them. But lost them. I suggested we check the video game store incase they were video game geeks. No pretty emo boys. We then took a detour to go upstairs and throw pennies into the fountain from above and to recieve strange looks from a man walking up the stairs behind us. After walking some more we found the pretty emo boys again so we stood and stared. They were completely oblivious that there were two strange girls staring at them. ...I want one.
After searching for the photobooth, we thought that we should've gotten our pictures taken with the pretty emo boys. It would've made our pictures more exciting.
Now to explain the title. When we were crossing the street outside, we passed by a group of people talking REALLY LOUD and all we heard was "I want your hard taco!" and "it was in the back of Jenny's car!" That's when Chloe turned to me and said, "Hey Susan, I want your hard taco!"
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Why do I have a Blogger display name? I DON'T HAVE A BLOGSPOT ACCOUNT. This is frightening.
You should've gone to Sephora or that piercing booth. I bet the emo boys would've put those places among their we-have-to-visit list. Ooh, or MAC. I still have yet to go inside that store. :( SHOULDN'T I BE ABLE TO AFFORD THE ENTIRE WORLD BECAUSE I LIVE IN FUCKING RIVER HILL?! ...I didn't really mean that. Really. I didn't. It was a joke. And now it doesn't seem like a joke because I said it was a joke and you're going to take it that the mention of that joke was a continuation of the first alleged "joke". Damn.
I prefer wraps.
Hey, that's what I said. "I want one" Right? Didn't I say that? I say that a lot. I'm weird. That was a great day. The end.
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