Holy F-ing God

Ok so I'm a fangirl, I admit this and even take a certain amount of
pride in it. So when I read the spoiler today for SW II: Attack of
the Clones, I can admit to you all, dear readers, that I nearly
spontaneously combusted right here in my seat. If even one tenth of
what the reviewer wrote was true it's going to be a religious
experience for me. I may even end up surrounded by a golden aura and
unable to articulate except to speak in tongues for days afterwards.

I can almost bring myself to believe that Phantom Menace had a purpose
and perhaps (just perhaps) wasn't as wretched an atrocity as I'd
thought. I mean if he can redeem it with Ep II...well, like I said if
even half of what I read is true this Jedi Slut is going to be in
seventh heaven. A real battle of Master Jedi...excuse me while I wipe
up the drool.

So basically it comes down to this, I'm going opening night, if they
do the midnight showing thing the day of the opening that's where I'll
be. I don't care what I have to do to get there, I'm there. Any
hearty souls who feel up to braving it with me are definitely invited
along. Good lord, this might just be enough to get me through the summer
waiting for The Two Towers.

Ok, I'm going back to pondering a beach party before I start bouncing
up and down in my chair.

Crunches: 60
Elijah Spottings: 1 (and he looked mighty jail-bait-alicious!