Like, Totally

Phantom of the Opera is such a great movie. I really really loved it, and that's rather unusual for me. I don't often decide immediately that movies are fabulous, let alone musicals, but this one was really amazing. Even though it was absolutely wonderful, it could have been better. The only qualms I had with it was the song dubbings weren't always right and a few of the scenes needed to be re-shot. An example of a scene that needed a second take would be the one where Christine is walking through the graveyard to visit her father's grave and she gets a piece of fake snow stuck to her lips because of the massive amounts of lip gloss. I mean, it wasn't that big of a deal, but it just bothered me that they made it all the more obvious that they were using fake snow. They could have at least let me pretend it was real. I also didn't like when they were performing the Phantom's opera because Christine's sleeves would keep on falling down, then she would pull them back up, then they would fall down again, etc. She could have just left them there or attached them with tape or something. It was just distracting. Regardless, it was a superb movie. Ross and I went to Shanghai before the movie and ate a lot of food. I ate more than him because I always do. At least he didn't tell me to stop eating like he usually does. Last night was a lot of fun, although not everything went my way, most of it did.

I now own make-up and shall be wearing it. Please don't say anything about it like "OMG, Julie's wearing make-up!" or "Hey everyone, Julie's wearing make-up!" I do, however, encourage you to seek out a microphone and say it over the loud speaker, because although you're embarassing me, you're embarassing yourself even more. I don't think that the color of the base matches my skin color. I think it's a little dark. Now it's also awkward for me to rub my face whenever I feel like it. Make-up also tends to give me a headache. Not the make-up itself, but the odor it gives off. Blegh. I'll get used to it, though. Either that or get addicted to pain killers. It's a win-win situation. I went to Dillard's to look at the Prom dress that I wanted and it was 50% off now, but they didn't have it in my size. The smallest they had was an 8. I thought to myself, "How huge could it be on me?" So it tried it on and as it turns out it's... pretty freaking big. Yeah... pretty freaking big would probably describe it best. I was disappointed, especially since now I'm going to have to look up in Houston or something. I guess I could do that this coming weekend since it's a 3 day weekend and other people need dresses since I know for a fact that they're going whether they have dates or not.