I'm bored. Please entertain me.

I'm not feeling terribly witty today, all, so don't expect anything to hilarious.

First real day of summer, y'all. Because even though I've been out for a month, Imladris has had to be at school at seven thirty every morning. And as we are sadly one car short of the number of drivers and people who actually have places to be in the house, I've been the one to drive her. At seven fifteen. A.M. :P But she's done now. Yayness. Slept until almost ten. It's a beautiful thing.

Last night at work was freakin' boring. Nobody came the last hour and a half, except for a Best Buy employee who wanted a smoothie. And I'd probably have made about eighteen cents in tips if Mary and her friends hadn't stopped by and emptied their change into the little jar. Funness seeing them, too. Even more fun learning that Mary lied to her parents about leaving the state with her boyfriend. Not fun so much as, "What the hell???" Had a splitting headache, too, and was all out of Advil Cold and Sinus. Bugger.

Imladris cleaned her room yesterday. *gasp* I'd forgotten what color the carpet was underneath all the dust. Probably almost as bad as attempt at the same.

Okay, somebody famous and beautiful has got to get knocked up in some hideously inappropriate manner SOON. Seriously. Since Brangelina popped we've had nothing good to read about. I don't care that Paris doesn't need a man (um, yeah, I can get my hands on a DVD that begs to differ), or that Jack Black has a baby boy, or that Austrialia is using questionable means of crime deterrant, or that Baby Shiloh has probably smiled for the first time. I want juiciness!!!! NOW!!!!

And does anybody else think that baby Suri Holmes-Cruise doesn't actually exist??? Like maybe the whole pregnancy and the curiously timed birth (a week before M:I:3 opened?) and Tom's even more curious declaration that he wouldn't have to miss the premiere (how did he know that???) were all just one big publicity stunt??? I'm not usually a conspiracy theorist (okay, yes, I am. I'm a card-carrying member of the Second Shooter Club), but something is a little off. And not just Katie's vitals since Tom turned her into an alien.

ETA: Whoo!!! My Inner Crime Scene Whore is so freakin happy!!!