Ooooo-kay here we go.

OMGSQUEEEEEEEEEEEPIRATESOFTHECARIBBEAN2OMG*squealfaintdie*

Ahem.

SPOILER WARNING: Anyone who has not seen Pirates of the Caribbean:Dead Man's Chest and does not wish to spoil it for themselves should stop reading now. If you have seen the movie or just really want to know what happens, highlight the empty space below. INVISO-TEXT, ON!

The movie opens with Captain Jack Sparrow "bugging out". He continues to "bug out" through the rest of the movie. Something has Jack spooked, but what? Could it be the fact that he owes Davy Jones, the squid-faced Lord of the Dance Sea his soul? Maybe. Anyway, Will and Elizabeth are arrested on their way to the alter and Elizabeth will whine about this for the rest of the movie. I kid you not.
Will is sent to find Jack and bring back his Magical Compass of Finding Things to the new, evil ruler of Port Royal in exchange for his and Elizabeth's freedom. While he's gone, Elizabeth's dad boosts her out of jail and she stows away on a ship to find Will and Jack.
Jack is visited by "Bootstrap" Bill Turner, who is, by the way, Will's dad. He actually looks pretty good for someone with half a coral reef growing out of his face. Bootstrap works for Davy Jones, who puts everyone who dies at sea to work on his ship, The Flying Dutchman. Since when do Dutchmen fly anyway?
Will meets up with Jack on An Island, where the cannibalistic natives take everyone hostage and come thisclose to eating Jack. Hilarity ensues. Ragetti and Pintel, the two cross-dressing pirates from the first movie, show up and actually kinda save the day.
The whole crew travels inland to the home of a voodoo priestess, Tia Dalma. She and Jack seem to have some sort of history, but they don't go into it. Jack trades her an undead monkey(yes, you read that right) for information about Davy Jones, and Tia tells him about the Dead Man's Chest, which contains(dun dun dun!)Jones' heart. They head out to see in search of The Flying Dutchman. They find it, and Will goes aboard to get the key that will open the chest. Jack and Jones strike a bargain: if Jack will bring Jones one-hundred souls, Jones will call off their earlier debt, and Jack will be free to go. Unfortunately, Will is Soul #1. He is put to work and has a tearful(and painful)reunion with his father. Will, Bootstrap, and Jones gamble for the key, and their immortal souls. Will wins his freedom, but not the key, and Bootstrap ends up cursed to serve Jones for all of eternity. Will leaves the ship and is picked up by another vessel, which is then attacked by Jones' pet kraken. Will survives and hides on the Dutchman, which sails off to get to the chest before Jack does.
Jack and co. arrive in Tortuga to find 99 crewmen to give to Jones. (Ex)Commodore Norrington shows up, boozed and smelly, and starts a barfight. Elizabeth shows up dressed like a man and demands that Jack take her to find Will. Elizabeth and Norrington join the crew, and it's off to Another Island. They find the chest, and Will shows up to whine at Jack for leaving him. Norrington, Will, and Jack fight over the key to the chest(which Will has stolen from Jones), while Elizabeth flails around the jungle with Pintel and Ragetti. Jack gets his hands on the heart, and hides it in the jar of dirt that Tia gave him. Norrington steals the heart while the others are fighting Jones' undead fish pirates and disappears into the jungle.
The Black Pearl is attacked by the kraken. They abandon ship, hoping the kraken will be too busy with The Pearl to come after them. Elizabeth takes the opportunity to suck Jack's face off and handcuff him to the mast, saying that the kraken only wants Jack, and that leaving him behind is the only way to save everyone else. Yeah. They sail away in a rowboat, and Jack has a dramatic slo-mo death by kraken scene.
The crew heads back to Tia's, and she gives them hot chocolate and hugs. She asks them how far they'd go to bring Jack back, and everyone states that they would go to the end of the world to find him. Tia tells them that they will need a captain who "knows those waters" to lead them, and BAR-FREAKING-BOSSA comes stomping down the stairs. The End.

Best parts of the film:

NORRINGTON!!!!
BARBOSSA!!!!
Jack's "I've got a jar of dirt!" scene.
Tia Dalma.
BARBOSSA!!!!
Seeing Barbossa's boots at Tia's house and wondering what was going on, and then seeing BARBOSSA at the end and going "Oh".
NORRINGTON!!!!
The arguing with my friends over whether or not Jack is really dead. P.S. He is.
Jack shooting the monkey. A lot.
BARBOSSA!!!!
Pintel and Ragetti not being (too)evil.
NORRINGTON!!!!
Bootstrap. Rock on starfish-man, rock on.
BARBOSSA!!!!

END SPOILERS

After the movie we went to Jake's friend Jessica'S house to watch Big Fish. It was pretty cool, but we didn't get to finish it because we all had to get home early. Me and Jake started kissing in the car, and he kinda-sorta tried to put his tongue in my mouth, but it didn't quite work because my tongue was in the way. Thinking back, that might really have been an accident, because when I started really kissing him back he pulled away and didn't say anything. Maybe I worry too much. He is Mormon though, maybe I'm coming on too strong? Hmmm...

All day Saturday and Sunday Mother and I worked tirelessly to make a purse I've been dying to make for months. It isn't quite finished; it still needs its wings put on(yes, it has wings), but it looks pretty good so far, especially considering that neither of us has any experience making purses, and I have little to no sewing skills. I started crocheting an iPod case last night as well, pictures when I get them both finished.

Wow, I never realized how much getting a LiveJournal would make me neglect this blog. Sorry bloggy-woggy. Anyway, I started an LJ a while back, just to keep in touch with friends and family who don't have access to this blog(ie.all of them). I've linked to it on DA and given my mom the URL, but I don't know if anyone's actually reading it. You'd think my mom would jump at the chance to know every tiny detail of my life. Actually, I don't write all that much on LJ. Just little daily things that I don't mind people knowing. All the serious stuff is here, where no one can ever read it.

So a lot's happened since my last post. Jake has gone to Tennessee and back, I've got new responsibilities at work(answering the phone, ack), I'm kicking ass at Kingdom Hearts, and I just got featured on the Unknown Artist list on DeviantART. Woot! Of course, the feature was on a literature piece, so no one's gonna look at it, but who cares because I am on the UA list!!

Jake called me last night after he'd slept off the trip. He very nearly died a couple of times white-water rafting, but he's fine. He said he got me something interesting, but since his idea of interesting is a rubber duckie with a broken squeaker, I'm not sure whether I should be excited or worried.

Kingdom Hearts is going great; I'm kinda stuck on the Nightmare Before Christmas world, and I'm not sure if that's because it's really hard, or because I don't want to leave it. Hmmm. At least the voice acting in NBC is better than the Pirates of the Caribbean world. Speaking of pirates, we're going to see Dead Man's Chest this Saturday. Wootage!

I really hate answering the phones. Bah-humbug. I'm like WTF can no one else pick up a phone? EVERYONE answers the phone here. There's like eight of them scattered around the office, and whenever one rings whoever's closest to a phone just picks it up and directs them to whoever they want to talk to. And now all of a sudden the phones are MY responsibility? Pah.

Went to my dad's this weekend. Not much to say. Lots of baseball, little crying, lots of talking about my mom. My dad and I agree that she has problems.

I miss VeryMom.

Anybody want a peanut?

Yesterday my little sister's girl scout troop went to the capital for...something, and I went with them, just to get some kind of vacation this summer. I dragged Austin and Jake along with me. We spent the whole ride up there playing blackjack and BS. Blackjack is MY GAME, but I'd never played BS before, so they had to teach me. I got the hang of it after awhile, and I think I'm actually pretty good at it. Austin said he was proud of me for being able to lie without giggling. Please, as if I would ever giggle. Really.

Anyway, we get to this little fun-zone type place that had go-carts and lazer tag and bumper cars and everything, and the three of us decided that we had to stick together against the forces of eight year old girl evil. We played lazer tag, which was not as much fun as you'd think, seeing as how we were locked in a pitch black room with a dozen screaming little girls, all of whom, were apparently afraid of the dark. Needless to say, we pwnd them. We pwnd them good. One little red-head defected from their side and joined us, but we all kept accidentaly shooting her.

After lunch we went ice-skating. It was only about the fourth time in my life I've ever ice-skated, but I guess I'm pretty good at it, so I managed not to fall(okay, I very nearly fell a couple of times) or run into anyone. Austin and Jake fell once each, but I think their pride was the only thing that got hurt. After skating we went to the Northpark Mall, and while the kiddies went to Build-A-Bear, we went to Hot Topic, Game Stop, Godiva, and last but not least, Glow Golf. It's this really cool indoor miniature golf place where all the walls are painted black and there's day-glow paint splattered on the walls and blacklights everywhere. Everything glows in the dark and the golf course is just awesome. The eighteenth hole is absolutely brilliant. The ball goes up a ramp and down the other side, where there's a bunch of little pegs stuck into the ramp. The ball bounces around the pegs and comes out the bottom, and if the ball goes into the hole you get a free game or something. None of us could get the ball in, but that's because we were too busy having "lightsaber" fights with our glow in the dark golf clubs.

We played a few rounds of BS on the way home, but we were all pretty tired so Austin got my iPod and me and Jake read Good Omens together. After we took them home my mom stopped at a Dollar General for something, and I went to dig through the movie selection. I came out with The Princess Bride(VHS), Witch Hunter Robin vol.2(DVD), The Big O Season II vol.1(DVD), and Little Nemo(DVD). Score one for the bargain bin! Seriously, all of that would have cost at least $100 anywhere else, but thanks to our friends at the Dollar General, I only paid $12. Twelve dollars for three DVDs and a VHS?! The mind boggles!

We got home and I fired up the PS2 and played KH2 for awhile. I beat the Land of Dragons level, which I thought was a little too easy, and switched to watching The Princess Bride. I have the vaguest feeling that I've seen it before, but I was too busy squealing over Chris Sarandin to give it much thought.

So here I am at 8:30 on a Thursday morning, waiting for five o'clock so I can go home and finish the movie. Move clock hands, move I say!

P.S. Wesleyisadreamboatpleasedon'ttellJakeIsaidthat.

Jake, Dancing, Two Movies, The Tony Awards, and Cumming. Oh get your mind out of the gutter! I mean the actor, not, you know, cumming.

*stretches* Sweet deep fried baby Jesus on a stick, I love Alan Cumming. But First! Dancing!

Friday Night: Jake picked me up about 6:30 and we went dancing! I don't mean, like, actual dancing, but we tried and o! we had fun trying. All this happened at a dance studio, and there was a lady there who taught everyone a couple of swing dancing moves. Jake is dancing ex machina, so he didn't really need the lesson, and I've got four left feet, so it didn't help me at all, but we danced the night away anyway.

Saturday Night: Jake picked me up at 8(yes, PM)and we went to his friend Jessica's house and watched Beetle Juice. You know, I had never realized that Michael Keaton only appears in about twenty minutes of the whole movie. You'd think being the title character would earn him a little more screen time, but he's barely in it at all. Also, the black and white striped suit that he's famous for shows up at the very end of the movie and is only on screen for about five minutes. Other odd things I noticed while watching this movie:
Michael Keaton is short(My hatred for him is slightly lessened now that I know he shares my plight).
Catherin O'Hara's eyes are scary.
Geena Davis has teh cheekbones of doom.
Winona Ryder can pull off Goth very well.
I miss the old cartoon series. Seriously, you remember? It was, like, Beetle Juice and Lydia went around saving the world from giant sand worms and stuff, and Beetle Juice was all nice and totally not a pedophile and Lydia really liked him and she was a lot spookier than the Lydia in the movie and sure it was from the makers of Scooby-Doo, but we can't hold that against it.

BTW, is Betelguese actually pronounced "beetle juice"? It's probably like "batel guise". At least, that's how they pronounce it in the movie before they figure out how to say it right.

Anyway, church on Sunday, yadda yadda yadda. Went to Wal-Mart afterwards and saw MirrorMask sitting in the electronics department, so I got it.

Neil Gaiman you are a mad, mad little British man and I love you.

The circus, angst, mommy issues, masks, angst, flying books, men named Valentine, agnst talking sphinxes, monkey birds, angst, and evil(yet wonderfully fashionable)queens? Oh hells yes.

After I finished revelling in MirrorMask, I watched the Tony Awards. Alan Cumming performed a piece from Threepenny Opera! Glee! I love me some Alan Cumming, yo. A bunch of people I'd never heard of got awards, and then Some Guy mangled The Music of The Night. T___T

Eeee eeee eeee!! I love Mondays!!! Apple Geeks will probably have updated, Bob and George will have a whole weekends worth of updates to read, VGCats and No Rest For The Wicked will have updated, and *gasp* maybe even MacHall! I'm off to read webcomics and lurk on Barbelith!! That Pale Chick away!

That Pale Chick's 100th Post Hallapulooza! Now in color!

It's true; I have pictures. OH, such pictures I have! But we'll get to that later--right now, I'm pondering changing the name of this place. You see, I am no long a pale chick. Gasp. As of this weekend, I'm more a "That Lobster Red Chick". Yes. My body has turned a rather amusing, but painful, hue that looks rather like the "Tickle-me-pink" crayon out of a Crayola 48 Colors box. So. "Angry Red Adventures"? "Painfully Pink Adventures"? Oh be quiet, I'm only kidding. It'll peel, and I don't tan, so I'll be back to my normal shade of slightly yellowish white in no time.

This weekend? Started out sucky, stayed sucky for a little while, got better, and then it was over. Friday night my dad came to pick me and my sister up and we went to watch a little league game. I despise baseball. My father knows this. I had to go anyway. After the game my little stepbrother's team had a party at El Rancho's, a Mexican restaurant that has DIVINE chicken. I would gnaw my own arm off to get that stuff. It's sooooo crunchy and juicy and they smother it in this spicy jalapeno cheese sauce that is just too amazing for words and I should really stop writing about it because I’m getting hungry T___T. Anyway, after that we went to my dad’s house and crashed. About 12 o’clock the next day, my dad woke up(he works nights and doesn’t get in until about 7 in the morning and then he sleeps until lunch)and we packed up and drove to the coast. We couldn’t check into the hotel until four, so we stopped at a water park. I hate water parks. I hate looking at people in bathing suits. I hate wearing bathing suits. My dad knows all this. I had to go anyway. My dad stayed pissed at me for most of the day because I just sat on a beach chair and watched the little kids play. I was trying to spare the eyesight of the park goers by not exposing them to the blinding agony of gazing upon my pasty white flesh, and didn’t take my shirt off all day. My dad was mad because I didn’t want to go swimming, but he knows I don’t undress AT ALL in front of other people, and that going outside without sleeves is a BIG no-no for me. I was already hyperventilating because so many people were seeing my bare arms; no way was I about to take off my shirt.


Kindly notice that nothing on the table contains alcohol, except maybe the salsa.

Fun standing in line.


About the whole sleeves thing: I don’t think I’ve said anything about this before, but I’m a hairy freak. I get it from my dad, who’s friggin’ Sasquatch. I’m not quite as bad as he is, but I’ve still got ample amounts of thick, dark, hair ALL OVER my body. I shave, natch, but that only makes it come back thicker and darker. I’ve tried chemical hair getter ridder of-ers, but I just have too much hair for that. I mean, I can’t exactly soak in a tub full of Nair, now can I? I wear long pants ALL THE TIME and I NEVER EVER EVER go out in public without long sleeves. I don’t think I’ve actually worn a short sleeved shirt sans jacket since the 5th grade. My dad knows this. He knows I don’t like people being able to see my hairy self. Does he care? No. He thinks I’m silly for trying to hide it and says stuff like “No one really cares” or “No one’s going to be staring at your arms the whole time”. My dad has absolutely no clue. The reason I haven’t worn short sleeves since the 5th grade is because people DO care, and they DO stare. I’ve had countless people tease me, stare at me, tell me “Hey, you’re really hairy”. It hurts. A lot. I mean, I can’t actually help it that I’m covered in this disgusting hair. My mom has no sympathy, either. She’s always saying that it’s stupid of me to think I can wear long sleeves forever, and that it’s not that noticeable, really. Not that noticeable? Yeah, right. Do you know, when I was in the second grade, some older boy told me I needed to shave and wouldn’t sit by me on the bus because I was a hairy monstrosity? This was the freaking second grade. Who freaking shaves in the second grade?!?!?!! No one does, but I needed to. I’ve tried shaving, Nair, bleach; nothing works. The only thing that’s worked so far is covering it up, and I’m prepared to wear long sleeved shirts, jackets, and jeans for the rest of my life.

Sigh. Moving on from that little trip down Emo Lane, lets get back to my weekend! After a miserable day at the water park(during which I turned the color of undercooked steak) we checked into the Imperial Palace Hotel & Casino(bum ba bum!)and I was finally able to dig something with sleeves out of my suitcase. We ate dinner in the casino buffet, and it was wonderful. I had cornbread muffins, meatball marinara, herb roasted potatoes, mashed potatoes with the peelings mixed in, HUGE fried shrimp, and fish. I wanted to try the egg drop soup from the Asian buffet table, but I didn’t realize that egg drop soup was so.....neon yellow, and I chickened out. We went back to our room and crashed, hard. After a while, I couldn’t even hear my dad and little sister snoring.


The next morning, we got up and went to the pool. I went fully dressed in jeans and a jacket and my dad got pissed again, but he’ll get over it. After about an hour there, we checked out of the hotel and drove along the beach front to look at the damage from Katrina.

The Princess is not amused.


But he is.

Someone needs to send Katrina some chocolate laced with Midol, because you know that poor woman was cramping something awful to be able to do all of that. It was horrible. All the casinos and hotels that had been built on these anchored on the water(state laws forbid gambling on Mississippi soil, so casinos are built on the water) were gone. Only three of the major hotels were left in any kind of condition that might be called salvageable. All of the beautiful homes along the beach were destroyed, and Beauvoir, Jefferson Davis’ house, was almost destroyed. The Shark’s Head, a huge souvenir shop with a plastic sharks head built around the doorway, was completely gone, as was the shop that had the huge plastic conch shell outside it that I’d had my picture taken next to when I was little. Hell, everything was gone. Here and there you could see crumpled up pieces of things that hadn’t been cleared away yet, so part of the ride was spent playing a guessing game called “Ooh, I wonder what that used to be?” It was very depressing to see all of things that I remembered reduced to rubble. Restaurants I had eaten at were leveled, souvenir shops where I’d bough T-shirts and shark’s teeth were gutted, hotels I’d stayed at collapsed and were moved hundreds of feet away from where they had been by the water. It was very, very depressing.


This used to be a hotel.

A house used to be here.



On the way back we stopped to eat at a huge strip mall, and then went shopping. I headed for the Barnes & Noble while everyone else went to Old Navy or Academy Sports. I heart Barnes & Noble. I found the second Maximum Ride book, School’s Out-Forever, and had just sat down to read it in a quiet section of the store when my dad called to say that they were finished shopping and were on their way to get me. I checked out, crammed myself back into the car, and talked to Jake on my cell phone all the way home. My mom had gone to church, so my dad left us at Charlie’s where I battled a sleepy Alexis and read my book. I finished it in about three hours, reading on and off between the commercials of the shows I was watching. My mom came to get me, and we went home. The End.

Ah shit. I just realized that I left the locket Jake gave me at home. I’ve been wearing it every day since he gave it to me, but every once in a while I’ll forget to put it on and have to go the whole day kicking myself for it. Anyway, I’d better go check DA.. Who knows how many messages I’ve gotten since Friday...

EDIT: 67. ^^; Also, here's some random pictures from the trip.

Our hotel room, day two.


The view from our room. That's not the ocean, btw, just the backbay.

My Mutant Romance

Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.......*stretches* It feels so wierd to be sitting up straight and wearing pants again...

On Friday night Jake took me to see X-men: The Last Stand. It was alright, I suppose. It seemed to be more a game of "Spot The Mutant" than a movie, though. Uncountable geekgasms were had by everyone in the theater as they spotted their favorite characters lurking in the background of a scene. I really enjoyed the opening scenes of Professor X and Magneto when they were still buddies. It was nice to see Magneto in a normal, very non-world dominating villain, way.

I was thrilled to see Angel, but disappointed by how little screen time he got. The trailers made it look like he was going to be a pivotal character to the story but he ended up having about three scenes, tops. I couldn't figure out why Arclight had to be this freaky tranvestite extra from The Rocky Horror Picture show, and why oh why Vinnie Jones was allowed to come within fifty miles of this film. Juggernaut was actually okay, until he opened his mouth, and his "I'm Rick James Juggernaut, Bitch!" line came spewing out. Calisto was okay, even though I kind of missed the eyepatch, and her fight with Storm was a cool but shallow reference to the original Morlock storyline. I was also a little disappointed with Magneto. The way he abandoned Mystique after she lost her powers just irked me, and his wimpy little "What have I done?" at the end was weird coming from the self-righteous crusader for mutant domination of the previous two movies. I thought they handled the Phoenix plot rather well, and I had been kind of curious to see how they'd pull it off without involving the aliens or getting the X-men to chase her around outer space. They toned the Phoenix down into this alter-ego of Jean's, which gave Patrick Stewart a chance to angst before they killed him off. Oh yeah, he dies. Everybody dies. EVERYBODY.

Cyclops spends his entire five minutes of screen time being emo and brooding over Jeans's death. He and Wolverine have a few "My angst is angsty-er than your angst!" moments and then he runs off and gets killed by Jean. By the way, spending a few months in a lake has done wonders for her hair; it's so much longer and redder than itwas before, but it does seem to have given her a bit more wrinkles 'round the eyes. Anyway, Jean ends up back at the mansion, and she and Wolverine have a "My angst is sexier than your angst!" moments and then they make out. A lot. The Phoenix interrupts them and Professor X chases her to her childhood home, which was a nice nod to the original storyline. Magneto shows up and he and Charles argue over Jean and Jean ends up freaking out and vaporizing Professor X while Magneto watches from the kitchen floor and Wolverine and Storm get thrown around the house. Jean spends the rest of the movie standing next to Magneto in a kicky red coat and looking angsty.

Oh, yeah, The Cure. Leech spends the entire movie sitting in a white room and looking lonely. The End.

I was really feeling sorry for all the mutantsvwho got cured. I mean, how would you like it if someone walked up to you and stabbed you in the eyes and went "Haha you're blind now!"? That's what happened to those mutants: they had something they'd had and loved all their lives taken away from them. I understand that some mutants wanted the cure, but what about the ones that just got shot up with the stuff agains their will? I was squealing for joy when Magneto was sitting in the park playing chess and managed to move one of the metal chess pieces. I was so happy that all the mutants would get their powers back, but I do feel sorry for all the ones who didn't want them. I was giggling evilly when I realized that Rouge(who went to get cured)would get her powers back and wouldn't be able to mack on Iceman any more.

Now I know they've said that this would be the final movie in the series, but I'm beginning to wonder if that wasn't a lie. They left so many things open at the end: the mutant cure wearing off, the Rouge/Iceman/Kitty situation, and Professor X coming back to life(yeah I know, wtf, right?). I don't think Magneto has quite seen the error of his ways, and while I do think the Phoenix is probably gone for good, who's to say they won't dig her up for another movie? With all these questions and unfinished plots, I'm thinking they have to make another movie, rumors of a Wolverine prequel notwithstanding.

Also, I would have given my first(and possibly second)born son to have seen Pietro in this movie. I would have settled for a quick cameo; I'm not picky. They didn't have to make him Magneto's son and they certainly didn't have to bring in Wanda, but I just couldn't understand why they left Pietro out of this film and plugged in a couple dozen more. And what was up with Calisto? I don't exactly remember what her powers were in the original series, but her movie powers just didn't make sense. I'm kind of thinking that the speed was just a way to stick a Pietro-ish character but not really Pietro in the movie(again, wtf?), but then she also had the ability to sense and locate other mutants. I'm sorry, but those just don't mix right.

Okay, enough about the movie, let's move on to what happened after the movie, if you know what I mean, and I think you do winkwink even though I'm not exactly sure what I mean myself but let's assume that you know what I mean, because I'm pretty sure that it's meant to be a rhetorical question and when you ask someone a rhetorical question, I think you're already meant to know the answer, but then again I don't know why you would ask a question like that in the first place.

Ahem. When the movie was over we drove down to the lake and sat by the water and talked for awhile. Jake gave me a little silver heart-shaped locket with our pictures inside. He'd had the words "Simply meant to be..." engraved on the back, and he told me that he'd fallen in love with me and it was soooo sweet. Yes, I know that's a quote from The Nightmare Before Christmas, but it is so perfect for our relationship. We have this running joke about how our relationship is silly because he's so much taller than I am. I have to stand on something to kiss him, and because I'm shorter than the back of the chairs in the movie theater, he can't put his arm around me, and we always end up knocking our heads together when we hug. Also, I think he's kind of new to kissing, as he misses quite a bit, and even though I've had some experience, I'm not extremely confident in my kissing. Anyway, it all makes for a rather awkward(and hilarious)relationship, but somehow it all works out, so even though he's managed to shoot himself in the hand with a bow and arrow and nearly set me on fire since we started dating, we're simply meant to be. God, he's so sweet. We're currently working on the trajectory of his arm versus the height of the movie theater chairs, and I think we've come up with a workable formula for getting his arm around me. It mostly involves me sitting in a booster seat. *cries*

Anyway, we had a long weekend for Memorial Day, and I did not put pants on for three entire days. My bed currently resembles a bird's nest of pillows, blankets, stuffed animals, my laptop, several remotes, a PS2 controller, several notebooks, a sketchpad, empty Coke bottles, candy wrappers, the entire Lord Of The Rings Extended Edition collection, laundry that I haven't put away yet, a couple of comic books, and several DVD/VHS movies ranging from Monty Python and The Quest For the Holy Grail to The Incredibles to Nosferatu. I think the holy grail may actually be in there too, probably buried under the lost continent of Atlantis and hidden under my Sonic The Hedgehog plushies. I've done nothing all weekend except lie in bed and write and ignore my computer's encouragements to perform more physical activity than breathing and typing. I swear. Something is wrong with my laptop. It isnt saving right and every time I use it for more than an hour or so the screen goes wonky and turns off. The computer is still running, but the screen's gone all dark and it won't respond to anything I do. It's really just an annoyance so far, but I suppose I'll have to get it fixed it gets any worse. Right now I just think it's a sign that I need to get off my ass and do something other than veg in front of the television and watch old Disney movies just to try and find the hidden messages.

Late Show Blues and Adolescent Woes

Why oh why must The Craig Ferguson Show come on at the same time as The Conan O'Brian Show? Whhhhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyy?

Jake's taking me to see X3 tonight!!! I can't wait!! We talked(jokingly)about dressing up as a character from the movie and totally geeking out, but decided against painting ourselves blue. He says he has an X shaped belt buckle he's going to wear, and I have a black jacket that looks just a costume from the movie, so maybe we can get away with a little cosplay without getting laughed out of the theater.

Sigh. Work is so boring...All I do all day is file a little paperwork, write a few checks, and then the rest of the day is mine to do with as I please. I spend most of my time on DA(I entered a writing contest; wish me luck!)and reading webcomics. Which reminds me, anybody know what's happened to Bob And George? Seriously, I'm beginning to worry about Dave...