Ha! I figured out a way to fool blogger into letting me post icons without threatening to kill my family in the middle of the night. Oh the craftiness that is me...
Monday again. But not in a bad way. Imladris even said she didn't feel like killing herself this morning, which is a step in the right direction, I suppose. I actually kind of like Mondays. I mean, I like the weekends, too, because my dad's home and we're all together and all that crap, but my whole schedule is thrown off. And I am nothing if not a creature of habit. And I always feel fat on the weekends. I don't know why. I'm so weird. And I get nothing done. I'm really responsible during the week, but on Saturdays it's like, "Wow. Four o'clock already??? No shit, huh?"
This weekend was pretty good though. I got a call at like eight o'clock from work, which was disturbing for so many reasons. First, because I was in a towel, and I have a problem talking to people, even over the phone, in a towel. Second, I really didn't want to work any longer than I had to, and I had a feeling that's what they wanted. Turns out they didn't need any extra help, and they didn't even want me to come in that day at all. Which brings us to the third problem, "WHAT?!?!?!?! What did I do wrong!?!?!?!" *ahem* Nothing, btw, they just overscheduled. Okay. I'm breathing again by this time. And I wasn't too terribly broken up, because I really didn't feel like going in at all that day. And it was only four hours. Hardly enough money to make it worth it.
Sunday was good too---went for a pointless ride with the parents; fun, nonetheless, if only to hear Colleen go on and on about her Algonquin "heritage" and how she's so in tune with nature. Uh-huh.
(Imladris will understand.)
Then we went to Mary's graduation party, which was fun. Finally met the elusive Nick. I didn't feel too badly, because I did have a wonderful graduation party (iPod- whoo!!!), but the whole graduation thing still kind of makes me feel like I missed something. Not that I really would have wanted to go, I'm sure, because large gatherings of crying teenagers are not exactly my cup of tea, but I realized that a huge part of graduation is a chance to say goodbye- to your friends, to the school, to that whole part in your life. I didn't really have that. I left after my last exam, and sat and cried in the car for a couple minutes, and then came home alone because my mom was at chemo. That's actually pretty sad.
I don't think this will really scar me for life or anything, but I understand the allure of sitting in an overcrowded theater for three hours a lot more now.
Okay, so I've started watching Northern Exposure DVDs with the parentals, as Imladris would say. Bad hair, good acting. We much prefer the FBI look. Although this did afford Colleen the opporutnity to scream "AHHH!!!" everytime Don comes on the screen in Numb3rs...which is worth it, trust me. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Finally got around to watching Crash this weekend, too. Other than the fact that it's 109 minutes long and they use the f-word about 110 times, it's actually pretty good. I wasn't expecting it to be, and the first fifteen minutes are a major snooze, but I can totally see how it won best picture. I still think Capote was better, and even Good Night and Good Luck, but I can see the appeal. Watch it if only to see Ryan Phillipe try to be a man. And fail, but at least he tries. :)
Funness this Wednesday, folks! AFI is doing another one of their fun little countdown, this time of the 100 Most Inspriring Movies of all time--- and you know how I love my inspiring movies! I'm pretty sure I'm going to be curled up in a corner sobbing halfway through the show, as I am also generally an emotional mess at inspirational movies. I'm so happy I don't even really mind that it's pre-empting CSI:NY. Such is my devotion to inspiring movies. You can find a list of the nominees here. I'd have a commentary on them, but my computor is being a bitch and says we don't have Adobe reader even though we TOTALLY DO!!!!!!!!! Sheesh.
Britney Spears thinks that she's a good mother with a good marriage. Sure you are, sweetie.
I'm going to go clean something. Have a good day. Oh, and happy birthday, Mary!!! :)
1 comment:
Oh yesssssss precioussssss. "Crazy" will hook you.
Snaps for the conspicuous absence of my suicidal urges. Hehe j/k folks, 'sall good in the hood.
Oh, and on Saturday, when work called, I totally thought you were fired. But I didn't want to say anything. Because then you would cry, and crying by itself is demoralizing, but crying in a towel is just very, very saaaaaad.
ZOMG Crash goodness. Ryan Phillippe...yeah.
AAAAAH!
And I lurvs the icon ;)
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