So, I don’t want to go into a long thing about all this shitty stuff, but today’s bad mood is brought to you by: a. the crimson friend; b. my first period in a very long time without a buildup of anti-inflammatory medication in my body (I am no longer taking that medication for my back); c. I was stood up again yesterday by the same person as before; d. It’s fucking hot out and it’s just pissing me right off the ledge; e. I am really sick of wasting my entire summer on this certification business, which is making me seriously reconsider my career path in life and I don’t actually want to deal with it (also pissing me right off the ledge).
So, let’s just be done with those issues and return to a pleasant day. One good thing: Hay and I had a nice chat at bedtime last night. He’s such a sweetie.
Enclosed please find the recipe for messing with your neighbors if they’re freeloading off your bandwidth. I’m a particular fan of the redirection to kittenwar. I can never, ever choose a kitten. I always have to reload the page to see more kitties. Recipe location thanks to digg.
Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest was a bit too hyped, à mon avis. The plot line was not as tight as the first one. I was never endeared enough to Cap’n Jack to care that the Kraken ate him (uh huh, sure it did), and I didn’t particularly care for the sappy story lines that didn’t even make much sense. Why was everyone so enthusiastic about agreeing to bring Jack back? The chemistry between William and his father on Davy Jones’s ship was lacking. And, why the feck was it so easy for William to steal the key? C’MON! I also did not appreciate the implication of rape that would have occurred if the “sea-phantoms” had not appeared to interrupt armed-with-swords Ragetti and Gibbs as they drooled and poppeted over the weaponless Elizabeth on the island. I still don’t understand the sexual tension between Elizabeth and Jack, it just wasn’t played up correctly for me. I understand intellectually that his bad boy ways attracted her to him, but I didn’t feel it. My favorite part was watching Davy Jones’s face squiggle around – very realistic!
Rating: C+ for plot. A- for visual. B for entertainment value.
My theory is that his toes suddenly stuck to the hot pavement and he couldn’t hop away. Stinky. I picked him up (clearly) and stuck him between the Celosia in the front garden. I think he’ll be happy there.
Did I mention I’m reading Microserfs by Douglas Coupland? I am. Just thought I’d mention. I love it. I’m such a nerd. It’s what I read as a break from studying. My first practice test is next weekend. I’m 2/3 of the way through my reading for the exam. I’d love to just ditch it and have a trashy summer, but. Not gonna happen. That’s okay, if it weren’t for Bill I wouldn’t have a certification to study for.
This is a photo of Jamie Lynn Spears, sister of Brit, with her nephew Sean Preston. CUTE. The thing I don’t get: Where the hell are they? That looks like my parents’ basement from the 70s, but my parents have no money. The Spears estate can’t be that poor yet. (Someone’s gonna tell me that sofa is worth $100k, aren’t they… This is why I have no money or class.)