Let the Wild Rumpus Begin!

YESSSSSSS


So last night I went with a decently sized group to see the midnight showing of duh, Where the Wild Things Are, and I'm SO happy I never read the book (even though it made me feel like somewhat of a fraud to be so excited over something I don't have as much background knowledge of as compared to well, everyone and their grandmother). Anyway, the sun flares were fantastic, James Gandolfini was A BEAST a.k.a. awesome considering Tony Soprano didn't pop up in my mind first (did you know he graduated from Paramus Catholic? Maybe if I had attended I could've been a badass mafia star, too. We'll never know), and yeah, I totally cried.

Randomly one day (before seeing the movie), I asked my bueno friend when the last time she ran was in a non-exercising kind of way and the whole point was that, anytime you are running like that, it is always associated with goodness. Running and laughing with your friends always goes hand-in-hand, I think. I wish we did that more often, play tag or chase each other with water guns. This movie really made me want to run until my body burst into a million pieces of glittery happiness. If I wasn't so tired right now, I'd probably go out and do just that.

(fanpop)
Joe told me about these goodies but I never got the chance to look them up, so uh, I did just now. They're pretty cool, but I'm sure the whole collection would cost a prettay pennay that some of us just don't have.

What did youuuuu think?