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I havent seen this film yet but honestly so excited. They're literally so cute. Florence's voice wasn't what I expected, so deep and classy. Last year after a blissful first year of living in a new apartment all on my own for the first time, a man moved in next door that I will never forget. The layout of the apartment is crucial to understanding this incident, so I made a little diagram (floor plan taken from the closest thing I could find online and edited). The most important part is that my balcony and his balcony are only partially separated by a wall; there is a solid 2 foot gap in which you can easily walk from one to the other. For context, I previously had a very lovely woman living next door for the entire first year I lived there who never crossed this balcony threshold without being explicitly invited. I only throw this in there so you can understand I wasn¡Çt previously concerned about someone infiltrating my space. The first time I met this new neighbor, he was unloading groceries from his massive truck into the assigned parking spot next to mine. As I was driving up, he and a girl I assumed to be his girlfriend were unloading boxes from Costco. I noticed them speaking and as soon as I was out of the car, they went silent. I nodded to them, proceeded to the elevator, and the guy ran up behind me, threw some boxes down and begged me to wait. No problem, I¡Çm a good neighbor. While in the elevator, the girlfriend refused to make eye contact or speak to me (a little weird but I just thought she was shy) but he quickly introduced himself and was extremely chatty. In the 45 seconds it takes to get to the floor where our apartments were, he asked how I liked the place, where I was from, and where I worked. Looking back, his enthusiasm was a little strange but I chalked it up to him being excited to be in a new place. For the sake of the rest of this story, let¡Çs call him Sam. Sam was maybe 33, 6 ft. tall, with a slim muscular build and had hair buzzed extremely short, as if to mask his balding. Pretty average looking by all accounts. The first few weeks we run into each other often and he always makes small talk, and ALWAYS refers to me as ¡ÈMiss¡É (I assume it¡Çs because he forgot my name but wanted to be polite). I almost never see his girlfriend after the first night, but occasionally I can hear him talking to a lady in his apartment as the walls are reasonably thin. One night about 3 months after Sam moved in, my boyfriend is spending the night and we were watching movies on the couch, it¡Çs maybe 11:30 PM. The back of my couch is against the wall I share with Sam and we hear some banging noises. My first thought is that him and his girlfriend must be getting it on. Boyfriend and I laugh, and turn the volume up a bit to drown them out. Then, in addition to the banging, the neighbors begin screaming, we can hear objects being thrown, glass shattering. The words are muffled but there is distinctively anger and crying going on. My boyfriend, gem that he is, steps onto the semi shared balcony and in his loudest voice yells over (without crossing onto Sam¡Çs balcony) ¡ÈEVERYTHING OKAY IN THERE? ¡É The girl opens the sliding glass door on Sam¡Çs side a minute or two later and says ¡ÈSorry about that! ¡É so... we leave it alone. I¡Çm concerned, but we have no idea what actually happened and decide to go to bed. (big mistake, I know) I wake up around 3 am to more screaming, but my boyfriend refuses to wake up and I¡Çm not about to take my 5 foot self to break up whatever is going on at 3 am. I considered calling police but was so drowsy I convinced myself I dreamed it. I deeply regret that decision. The next morning I woke up to some terrible personal news (an entirely unrelated death of a friend) and pretty much put the events of that night on the back burner. I didn¡Çt forget, but it also wasn¡Çt on my mind. Fast forward about 2 weeks. It¡Çs a warm day and I¡Çm outside reading a book in a robe, sorts bra and shorts. I¡Çm in a chair that faces away from Sam¡Çs apartment, so I can¡Çt see his side from where I am. I¡Çm deep in my book when suddenly I get tapped on the shoulder. Sam is standing behind me and asks if we can talk for a second. This man has already crossed an (albeit invisible) line by coming on my side of the balcony, but I also can¡Çt get to my door without physically moving him aside so I ask him what¡Çs going on. He told me it was his birthday, and asked if I knew where to get weed because I ¡Èseemed like a girl who knows how to have a good time. ¡É As we live in a state where weed is legal, I told him that I¡Çm sure google would provide the best dispensary in the area but I personally didn¡Çt have any. He proceeds to tell me how drunk he got last night and at this point I am itching for an exit. As I start to move as if to signal I¡Çm done talking, he reaches out for my shoulder and tells me he hit / scratched my car last night because he was driving ¡Èvery, very wasted¡É (remember his massive truck? ) - he says all of this with a smile on his face, almost laughing. I¡Çm surprised but mostly want to get away from him because my creep senses are starting to tingle and I don¡Çt want to blow up at him for hitting my car. He says he¡Çll send me his insurance info if I give him my number, and THANKFULLY I knew that would be a bad call. I make a bad nervous joke about knowing where he lived and said if the damage was bad enough, I would knock on his door to get his insurance. He counters by saying he will leave a note with his info on my door. He retreats from my balcony while also saying he¡Çd prefer to just pay me cash and not involve insurance. I give it an hour or so and then I head down to assess the damage (I did this because I didn¡Çt want to walk down at the same time as him / risk having him follow me). Sure enough, there are two long new scratches on the drivers door. They¡Çre not deep - just kind of superficial, or worthy of a call to insurance immediately. I really just didn¡Çt want to get involved with him in any way so I decided I could deal with the scratches, but this little event has kind of shaken me. At this point I KNEW something was off with him. Nothing unusual happens as far as I¡Çm aware this night. The next day is a Saturday, and as I had to work the next day, I am home alone, watching some action-y movie and it¡Çs around 11 PM. I¡Çm on the sofa with my cat curled up on me and the movie is relatively loud, so it takes me a little while to register this banging noise coming from the hallway of my apartment building. I honestly only noticed because my cat had woken up and got all puffed up and freaked out. I turn down the volume of the film and suddenly the banging is getting louder and louder. And just as I stand up, I hear the 5 words no one wants to hear coming from their door, ¡ÈOPEN UP, IT¡ÇS THE POLICE! ¡É My stomach dropped to the floor. I had lied to Sam the day before, I totally had weed. And I had smoked a joint outside on the balcony (the part farthest away from Sam¡Çs) maybe 20 minutes before. I¡Çm totally panicked, high as a kite, and trying to control my breathing so I don¡Çt immediately come off as suspicious before I answer the door. I remember checking the peep hole to see a close up of a cop¡Çs face, and then opening the door, coming face to face with 6 officers ALL with guns drawn. I am about. 5 seconds away from completely pissing my pants in fear, still convinced I¡Çm somehow in trouble for smoking a joint. The officer who seems to be in charge can sense instantly the level of my panic and he says ¡Èma¡Çam, you¡Çre not in trouble. We need to speak with you about your neighbor. Can we come in? ¡É At this point I¡Çm reeling and my whole being is tense. I let the cops in but my heart hasn¡Çt moved from my throat. The policeman in charge asks me about any interactions with Sam. I tell them I barely know him, that he just lives next to me, only moved in a few months ago. I ask why they needed to be in my apartment - I¡Çm scared but also I don¡Çt typically get along with cops, and I have the right to know why 6 of them practically waved their guns in my face. The lead officer proceeds to tell me that Sam is a bad guy - he apparently beat his girlfriend so badly the night prior that she was now in the ICU for her injuries. They also told me Sam had a gun and had barricaded himself in the apartment next to mine. They said they had spoken to my building manager and knew my place had access to his balcony, and they needed to use it. Then they asked me to go into my bedroom and lock the doors / turn the lights off. The next 30 - 45 minutes were absolute hell. In my panic I had left my cellphone on my kitchen counter and had to sit in my room just listening to the commotion. No shots were ever fired, but there was a lot of yelling and what sounded like things being thrown. Eventually, after what felt like a lifetime, the main officer knocked on my door and told me that Sam had been arrested, and thanked me for letting them use my apartment. They asked me questions for maybe 15 more minutes and left. I wish this is where the story ended, but there is a bit more. In the days following Sam¡Çs arrest, I became even more panicked about him coming back to the apartment building, worried about retaliation. I hadn¡Çt said anything to the police to technically incriminate him (I had proof of nothing except his word that he was the one who scratched my car) but I did tell them about the night my boyfriend and I heard them fight. About 5 days later, Sam reappeared at the building as I was coming home from work one evening. He tried to approach me, but the elevator shut just as he was running to catch it. My whole body got tense, like the feeling when you come this close to getting in a car accident but narrowly avoid it. I stayed off my balcony entirely from this point and always kept the curtains closed. We didn¡Çt
Booksmart is Awesome and its one of my favourite movies of all time. The Comeback reference in the title of the video? I love that. Be eh sing bigger thanna hand full, you're risking a sprained tougne. Weird Science Kid - 1985. STREAMING SOON 2020 Trailer Beanie Feldstein ( Booksmart) leads this London-set coming-of-age comedy as a meek young woman who reinvents herself as the character Dolly Wilde - a fast-talking, sex-venturing, top-hat-wearing music critic. Based on the beloved book by Caitlin Moran. 2019 104?mins UK Comedy Director: Coky Giedroyc ('Fear of Fanny', 'Carrie's War') Writer: Caitlin Moran John Niven Cast: Beanie Feldstein Emma Thompson Paddy Considine Sarah Solemani Alfie Allen Chris O'Dowd Sharon Horgan Trailer 66% want to see Streaming None of our streaming providers have announced this title yet. We add them as soon as we are notified. Stay tuned¡Ä.
How is it that Florence at 24 carries herself with such aplomb already. Is it funny that your parents suck? Poor vet clinic staff.

2:06 after all that typing then press backspace ?. Mission accomplished chantelle lockwick interview lisa volume of the film stomach bug inside bellybutton. Funny! i must admit i only knew of her through ben so watching this and finding out she is jonah's sister is crazy. I finished the book last night - it was so good. Possibly the dirtiest novel I have ever read but also one of the funniest. Reminded me of my own disastrous, frustrating and panic-inducing teens and twenties during the 90's. I really loved this film. Coky Giedroyc's adaptation of Caitlin Moran's bestselling novel, starring Beanie Feldstein. It¡Çs 1990.?Johanna Morrigan (Beanie Feldstein) is sixteen, smart, opinionated and overweight. Hormones raging, she is desperate to get out of her home town and make a name for herself ? which she does, reinventing herself as Dolly Wilde, bad-ass music critic. Gaining notoriety as an enfant terrible, she has finally figured out how to build a girl ? but is this the girl she wanted to build?
I work at an amusement park where only half of the actors are actual actors. After I mainly talked about my suspicions regarding my manager in my previous post, I finally want to introduce the two other pretenders that roam the theme park. I also want to mention that I have some rather interesting news up ahead, but first things first. The Hollywood section of the amusement park I work at is, and I'm going to be frank here, the one I care for the least. Its rollercoasters are rather standard and tame and there's nothing special to me about its design. It looks like something out of a movie, sure, but not the type of movie I'd watch. Everything in there is shiny and glammed up. I can't deny it all looks very pretty, but it just doesn't catch my eye as much as the horror or wild west section do. I will begin with the pretender from the Hollywood section I first came into contact with: the Aged Diva. She's a tall, slender older woman dressed in one of these sparkling dresses out of the fifties or sixties from the looks of it. She wears black silk gloves and is always holding one of these long, slim cigarettes. She is the most articulate out of all the pretenders since she can actually talk in full sentences. The problem is that the only times she makes use of this ability are when she is thanking people for getting complimented. When she does talk, she repeats herself a lot and her words sound like they were recorded prior to the conversation, if that makes sense. Flattery matters a lot to her. She reacts very friendly when praised, however when she is being insulted in any way, things can get... interesting. I've seen it happen a few times. Personally, I think she gets offended way too easily, but of course I would never say that to her face. Hell, even I've managed to accidentally trigger her a couple times. Let me give you an example. I was just strolling around her part of the park during breaktime. I had changed into my daily wear and just bought myself some ice cream when I noticed her standing nearby. I was not in my costume so I wasn't sure she'd recognize me as a park employee, but I thought I'd try and talk to her anyways since I had not gotten much opportunity to do so up to that point. I had already met her assigned actor Oliver, an enthusiastic, friendly guy who had told me all about the Aged Diva. That she could actually talk but only really reacted to compliments and so on. Obviously, I wasn't going to pass up this chance to get to know her, so I walked up to her. Smiling politely, I greeted her. "Um... hello! It's very nice to finally meet you, I'm... " I began, but she cut me off. "Oh thank you, dear! Would you like to take a picture with me? " She was beaming at me. I shook my head. "No, actually, I'm an... " My voice trailed off the second I realized I probably should not have said no. The corners of her mouth began to droop first. Then the skin of her cheeks slowly began to sink to her chin. Her lower eyelids began to flow down and the white of her eyes soon followed after. It was like Oliver had told me... her face was melting off. I felt like gagging. I stood in front of her with raised hands, unsure of what to do. Looking around frantically, I found that to my great relief none of the visitors were watching. Redirecting my attention to the Aged Diva, I noticed that by now, her scalp had molten off as well and I could actually see the white of her skull. I rose to my tiptoes, trying to obscure the sight from any passing guests. I knew it wouldn't be long now. Finally, her head was looking like a shapeless wad of wax by then, she reached the, as Oliver had called it, last stage. I don't know how else to say this, but she... exploded. There was a sharp sound not unlike a balloon being popped, and suddenly, all that was left of her were a few sparkles in the air. Oliver was really angry with me about it. This does not happen as often as one would expect. Sometimes there are some bad-mannered kids running around where she's at and trigger her by shouting insults or just not being polite in general, but I can count down the amount of times that happened on one hand. On the few occasions that it did occur, the visitors seemed to think it was some sort of magic trick. At least that's what I believe since I don't think anyone ever made a big deal of it. She dematerializes and reappears in random locations all throughout the Hollywood section. She seems to have forgotten all about my little mishap by now, which is a good thing considering I viewed her as my only potential source of information for a long time. However when I finally got around to talking to her again, she proved to be pretty much useless. It was a cloudy, muggy day and the ashen sky threatened an oncoming storm. There were very little visitors in the park that day and, since I was on my break and Oliver was busy, I snuck over to the Hollywood section to see the diva. I found her sitting at a table in a deserted café near the main plaza. I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself. I had thought it all out and decided she might be able to talk normally to me if I'd sprinkle in small compliments all throughout our conversation. In hindsight, that idea was simply stupid. I walked up to her and greeted her with a wide smile. "Hello, ma'am, it's so nice to see you! You're looking absolutely splendid today! " She looked up to me, returning my broad grin. "Oh my! " she said in that high-pitched, hoarse voice of hers. "What a lovely thing to say! Here, won't you sit with me? " She pointed at the chair across from her. I nodded eagerly and took a seat. "Thank you very much, you're too kind! So, ma'am, I have been wanting to ask you some questions I believe only you are able to answer. " The elderly lady perked up. "You don't say. Well, ask away then. What can I help you with, dear? " "Where does a beauty like you come from? " I felt utterly ridiculous. "Ah, sweetheart, I was born here. I've been here all my life. " She sighed dramatically. "I was predestined for Hollywood life, it seems. " "I do think you were, " I replied. "Now, I hope I'm not stealing any of your precious time, but would you mind telling me where the others are from then? " "What others, dearie? " "Well, the ones that are... like you. " "What others, dearie? " she repeated in the exact same tone and cadence as before. It was eerie. "Like, the... uh... the ballerina? And Mr Scratch, the stagecoach and the cowboy who's always laughing? " Her expression darkened. "The cowboy? That ugly, misshapen brat? " I felt tempted to tell her she was not the prettiest herself, but refrained from doing so. "Yes, that one. Know anything about him or the others? " "What others, dearie? " I sighed. "The ballerina, Mr Scratch, the stagecoach, the cowboy and so on, " I told her. "The cowboy? That ugly, misshapen brat? " It was useless. I thanked her, got up and left. I have come to the conclusion that I will probably not be getting any answers from the pretenders themselves. But I won't stop trying. The other pretender from the Hollywood section is a bit more strange than the Diva, although he looks just as inconspicuous at first glance. We simply call him The Pianist. The Hollywood part of the theme park is home to a lot of restaurants, ice cream parlors and the like. That's because it is closest to the entrance of the park itself, meaning that no matter which section the visitors go for first, they will pass tons of little establishments emanating the alluring scents of food and candy. In one of the largest, prettiest restaurants, there's a small stage with a piano on it. And that's where he sits, all day, everyday. He reminds me a lot of the Sugar Plum Fairy since he never does anything else but play that piano. However he is a little more extreme about it. The Pianist cannot be locked away at night. In fact, he cannot be moved from the stool he's sitting on at all. He looks to be middle-aged and wears a white tuxedo. He's always smiling and usually never even looks up from the keys of his instrument. There is a tip jar on the piano though and whenever one of the visitors throws a coin into it, he looks up at them, smiles and thanks them. The Pianist is definitely one of the more mysterious pretenders. He might seem harmless, but he's more of a threat than he's letting on. His assigned actress is Caroline. She's sweet, but I'm not as close to her as most of my other co-workers like Maxine, Anne or Darius. Her costume resembles the outfit of Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's. While one might think she wouldn't have a lot of work with her not-actor since he doesn't need to be locked up or closely observed, she does have one very important task. Every day at three pm, Caroline has to go up to him and ask him if he needs anything, to which he will always respond with the same words. "No thank you, dear. " For a long time, I didn't understand what was so pressing about this matter. It was not until I had the chance to have a longer conversation with Caroline in the same restaurant that I got an idea of why she took her responsibility to do this seemingly futile chore so seriously. "It's not about if him actually needing anything, " she explained to me. "It's all about the question itself. When I started working here, Dale stressed that I could never be late with it. Everytime someone fails to ask him, somebody in the park dies. " I remember perking up. "For real? " She nodded, a stern look on her face. "That's what Dale says at least. But I'm not going to take any chances. Especially since he told me what happened the last time someone didn't ask him in time. " She leaned across the table we were sitting at and added in a lower tone, "The guy before me forgot one day. He was five minutes late, but that was already enough. During these five minutes, a man had suffered a heart attack riding one of our rollercoasters. Of course, the actor was fired. " I frowned. "Couldn't it have be
I think she has a very charming bone structure and can I just say she is a better version of Jonah hill. 0:59 while building lisa, they wrote 90% of the code for DOA Volleyball. Beanie is so gorgeous, Florence Pugh as well... she deserves a nod for Midsommar.
I just realized Age of Ultron basically takes the plot from this film. Florence ? She was amazing in Midsommar. 3:16 Iconic. Ideed. Billie is awesome, killing it as usual but as Gigi, homerun. I ABSOLUTELY love this! Oh my gosh <3 What a very fun interview. Both are adorable.

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