It's 4:21am, and - as you'll notice - I'm awake. Kyle's breathing rhythmically by my side, and I'm annoyed at him for being so peaceful. I WANT TO BE PEACEFUL! I think this wakefulness has to do with my hiding under the covers and luxuriating in sweatpants until 6pm today. I know! SIX. PM. It's sinful! Not having a job fucking rules. Oh, you knew about that, right? *checking* Yes. Well, I told you all about the two week's notice I submitted...approximately two and a half weeks ago...and then never spoke of it again. Mostly because I forgot, and partly because, I dunno, when I did remember it, I figured you all could do simple math and had figured it out for yourself. I thought it would be insulting to be like, "yeah, so the two weeks I was notifying them about? those two weeks are over." And now I don't have a job!
It's not a big deal, really, since I'm going to be in Houston starting May 8th, and will be living off my daddy's dime once again. BUT, as you may recall from only a few hours ago, my phone just died and I guess I need a new one. Well, no, I'll die if I don't have a new one (first world problems, huh?). And the one I want is expensive, with or without a discount. Or, it's expensive because of how I don't have a job.
Do you get the feeling that I'm writing in circles?
I just watched Enchanted for the second time. It's funnier now than it was when I saw it in the theatre. I guess because I know not to take it too seriously this time. When I walked into it last time I really thought it was going to be another Disney Princess movie, and I was there with my mom, dad, and 19 year old brother. Weird, right? But it was good! That Amy Adams is really great. I think Patrick Dempsey's role should have gone to David Duchovny, though. Oh, OR JOHN CUSACK! Though I'm still kind of mad at him for the whole Ricki Lake thing back during Thanksgiving. I hold a grudge.
Did I tell you I met her? Yes! I did! Ages ago. I had half a mind to shake my finger in her face for rejecting John, but I stared at her retreating back and frowned instead. I really showed her!
I also watched the first quarter of American Psycho for the first time. I read the book years ago and was roundly traumatized, but I knew the movie couldn't even come close. And it didn't. I yawned, rolled my eyes, and finally turned it off. Because, you know, I already know what happens at the end, and the way it played in my head was way better than what I was seeing on the screen. Christian Bale was an excellent choice, though Reese Witherspoon wasn't what I expected. Her face is too good-natured - I always pictured someone statuesque (don't feel bad, Reese, I'm not statuesque either. We're "petite", sigh) with chiseled cheekbones who thought she was an Ice Queen but was too stupid to really pull it off.
I should be a casting director when I grow up! Jesus, why didn't I think of it before!?
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