busy bee lauren is busy looking at hunger games crap

Do you guys like how all of my posts have been hunger games related lately? Oh you don't? I apologize. Maybe we should change my blog name to "busy bee lauren is busy looking at hunger games crap, kbye!" No, I'm just kidding. I promise I will get back to regular, legit posting soon.

What am I saying? This post IS legit, because LOOK at the photo above. JUST LOOK AT IT. Should I break it down for you? Okay, thanks...I thought you'd never ask.

I refuse to discuss Peeta first because then I would forget to discuss anything else...plus I am a big believer in saving the best for last, no matter how painful it may be. Peeta, I will get to you in a moment.

First, let's discuss Lenny Cinna Kravitz holding the Capitol version of a nast-tay stogie. He's like, "Katniss, you know will always be my American Woman, but let's take it a step further...puff on this delicious stogie that is secreting blue smoke as we speak. Look how delicious." Well guys, as much as it looks like a cross between an Ice-Age version of a sonic screwdriver, circa Doctor Numero 1, and a freakin' boss looking stogie, it is actually what appears to be the device that ignites Katniss and Peeta's bad-a black pajamas.

Oh, you caught that? Just was seeing if ya'll were paying attention. But really, wouldn't that be awesome if their jammies really looked like that? It probably would make their snuggling on the train not as comfy as a warm cheesy bun, but still awesome.

Back to Lenny Cinna Kravitz. I dig his earring. I really do. It's straight fabulous. Also, I dig the design that he came up for the big chariot debut that Peeta and Katniss are about to embark on. When reading the book I imagined their jumpsuits looking embarrassingly similar to Britney Spear's red, skin tight jumpsuit in "Oops I Did it Again"...I am SO glad they don't look like that, because I might have guffawed out loud a couple times in the theater, which would have forced me to say, "Oops...I did it again, huh? They played with my heart. They're about to get lost in a game...oh baby, baby." I could continue that song and it would eerily match the story with crazy awesome precision, but I will just allow you to ponder on that for the rest of the day.

I keep getting side tracked. Have you guys ever seen "Empire Records"? AKA, one of my top fav movies of all time? If not, please get off the internet and go watch it...HEY! AFTER reading this post. Anyway, if you have seen it, do you remember the part where Mark gets high and he is watching a Gwar music video and their little bug suits they are in are totally weird but super awesome? And then they eat him? HAHA, amazing. Anyway, I can't decide if I am ecstatic that when I saw the jumpsuits that I thought of Gwar, or if I should be horrified. Right now I am on the ecstatic team.

Okay, Katniss time. JLaw. Girl. You are stunning. I have spent a very long time looking at her perfectly constructed hair, and her perfect acting skills...LOOK AT HER FACE. How is it even real? How did we get so lucky to have the perfect Katniss? She is stunning, and looks like she will kill us if we so much as touch her freshly hunter squirrel without trading her for strawberries. I will just back away and look at her in awe. How is Peeta not making out with her?

Which brings me to Peeta Hutcherson. I know someone is going to cry and moan that his hair looks weird, or like how your little 12 year old brother looks when he is at church, kicking your skins under the pew, annoying the crap out of you. But calm the heck down, because it's Portia's fault, okay? But beyond that, I approve of his hair, because in my opinion Peeta Hutcherson can do no wrong. He is like my male version of Camilla Belle...he is the word. The end. Why? Because look at his face. He is acting the CRAP out of this role. He wants us to believe that he is Peeta. I mean, look at the veins that are about to bust out of his forehead. "YOU.ALL.MUST.BELIEVE.I.AM.PEETA.OR.NO.MORE.CROISSANTS.FOR.YOOOOOOU!" All the while, looking like a bad-a.

I APPROVE.

the end, amen.