April 13: And May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor

Yeah, I saw The Hunger Games tonight.  In all honesty I thought it was a really good film.  The cinematography was really interesting and the music was awesome.  The characters were great.  I am totally Team Seneca Crane's Beard.  I also really liked how they had all of those scenes with the Gamemakers, because that is the bit that we don't see in the books, but now we got the chance to.  And that one bit at the end with Cato?  Holy shit, I was glued to my seat.  And when Rue died?  I've read the books (I read them years ago, when they first came out) and I knew it was coming, and it still managed to shock me.  I literally (and I'm using literally in the correct sense here, all you Grammar Fiends out there) cried a bucket of tears.  Maybe not a bucket.  But definitely a small glass.  It was bad.

I have to say, Jennifer Lawrence was awesome.  I saw her in Winter's Bone, which was another amazing film, and X-Men: First Class.  She got to kiss Michael Fassbender in X-Men, so I will forever be jealous of her.  Like seriously.  She got to kiss him.

She got to kiss him.  Holy Jesus.

Yeah, I'm jealous.  He's like, soooo hot.  And he's a really talented actor.  If you have no qualms about brutality and a little bit of full frontal, I recommend his film Hunger.  It was amazing.  Literally amazing.  I don't think I'd ever want to watch it again, but it was amazing.  And it is based on a true story.

But one of the biggest reasons I loved The Hunger Games?

Two words, my friends.

JOSH. HUTCHERSON.

Seriously. The biggest reason.

I mean, look at him!

He has such lovely eyes, all deep looking and shiz!

And for the love of all the gods, look at his jawline!

His face just like screams "LOVE ME LOVE ME!!!"

And look at his adorable smile!

Hot damn look at his eyebrow.  He has the Flynn Rider smolder going on.

I recommend going to see The Hunger Games for the above reason.  Just because.  I mean.  For the love of God.

I'm going to sound like such a Josh Hutcherson fangirl hipster right now, and I swear to God that this story is true.  I was looking through a bunch of old journals because I do that randomly.  Looking back into past Jennelle's psyche gives me a good glimpse into the mind of a clinically insane biscuit.  Plus it's a laugh.  Anyway, I was looking through an old journal and I found a list titled "Jennelle's Top Twenty List of Hot Guys, In No Particular Order"* and Josh Hutcherson was on there.  Keep in mind this is about five years ago, so I was about twelve.  I've been obsessed with Josh Hutcherson since Bridge to Terebithia.  So there, fangirl hipster right here!  At the very least, I have consistent taste.  Not just consistent taste, consistent good taste.

I'm done.

I swear.

And I mean, come on.  Not just anyone could pull this off and still look hot.

Okay now I'm done.  Just look at him though.  I just want him to be my friend.  Because he seems like a genuinely nice person.  I love it when that happens.  When people seem normal, even though they've been in movies forever (Little Manhattan, anyone?).  It's like, Hollywood hasn't destroyed you!

It makes me happy.

Now I'm done.

Love and kisses,

Jen

*I've been writing lists like that for years.  I still write lists like that.  I found a list titled Jennelle's List of Things That She Needs From Market Basket.  Not only do I write grocery lists, I also inexplicably talk in the third person when writing lists.  To each their own, Jennelle supposes.

Jennelle laughs.

Jennelle is insane, and she is saying goodnight.  NIGHTY NIGHTY!!!

April 4: Again, I am exhausted and sick, so this will be fast...

...because I still have a shit ton of homework to do.

So hi.  How are you?

Can I own Flynn Rider?  Like as my personal slavey boy?

PLEASEEEE???!!!

My favorite punctuation mark is the interrobang!  Which is what happens when a question mark and an exclamation point have a baby. ?!.  But together.

Okay nighty nighty all.

Love and kisses.

Jen