Attention, bloggroupies. Angels and Demons on DVD today, and I had already purchased a copy before school. Devotion, I tell you. After Mass, though. Which I realize is slightly ironic. And also possibly a little bit sinful.
Le anyhoodles, I was going to liveblog it. Because, I mean, really? What do you want more than all the comments that had to stay in my head or be whispered to my sister (she appreciated that, let me tell you) during the (multiple) theater viewings SPEWED ON THE PAGE? RIGHT? Mind-blowing.
But then I realized that it would a.) make my mom mad, because she prefers to think that I've never seen this movie and lalalala I don't know what you're talking about. And really, the woman is a saint. And half my readership. I'd hate to make her mad unnecessarily. Also b.) that's like 2 hours and 43 minutes of near-constant "zomg Ewan McGregor soooo hawt ljdfkljfkjfdkjld drool." With the occasional "NOT TRUE DUMB WHORE." And you probably don't need that.
So I'll just say that there are few better ways to celebrate the beginning of Thanksgiving break than coming home a a collar-ripping good time like this. I don't really want to think too much about why I find it hot, but damn, I do.