It's been a few days. I haven't had much to say, really, so things have been boring! Sorry!
Anyway, today I finally saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2. I was really irritated by some of the (unnecessary) changes that were made to the movie, including the HUGE plot change at the beginning of the Battle of Hogwarts. I also cried from the point where Harry speaks briefly with Snape until just before the end of the battle. I was really disappointed, though, all in all - they could have done it more justice. I'm so glad Pottermore will be open in October, I'm looking forward to stuff that is actually canon. At least I'll always have the books.
This afternoon was fairly uneventful - I got a migraine from a combination of lack of caffeine and attempting to stop crying and probably eyestrain and had to take a nap, had to suffer through a millionth viewing of a Pirates of the Caribbean movie, and heard a funny story about the Toddler.
The Toddler was not very pleased at being left behind when S dropped me off at the movie theater this morning. (I went to the first showing they had available so it would be super cheap.) When S got him ready to go pick me up, he ran to the door and said, "Me? Meee? Me! Meee!" When they got outside, he chanted "ME!" while looking everywhere for me before S told him that they had to go bye-bye to get me. So he ran to the side of the car his car seat is on and tried to open the door himself. Then he checked the car for me. When I got in the car, he said, "Me!" It was pretty cute. He does the exact same thing, only with a lot more crying and screaming, whenever S leaves the house with M or to make a quick trip to the grocery store when he's awake and left in my care. I imagine he also didn't spend the two hours I was gone asking for me, either, like he does when S is gone. ("Ma? Mom? Ma? Mama? Ma? Mom? Mommm!" Imagine this protracted over the course of two hours, broken up by tantrums and staring at the television.) Moral of the story? Toddlers are a strange species.
I finally repolished my toenails tonight. This is probably the most exciting thing I've done in weeks. They're very dark, because it's getting to be fall and they should stay polished long enough for the weather to cool off so I can stop sweating profusely every time I move. Fuck summer. I had many problems polishing my toenails, too. There was less than an ounce of nail polish remover left in the bottle, and Girl Child managed to lose her bottle, so I had to be very careful when using it to make sure I got all the old polish off on the first try. Then, of course, the color I wanted to use died, so I grabbed the OPI bottle of black that was in the hallway, only to discover that the (almost completely full) bottle was permanently stuck shut. J couldn't get it open when Girl Child asked him to earlier today, so he didn't even try when I asked him. S saved the day with a different bottle of black that has reddish undertones, which was actually pretty cool and closer to what I was originally going for.
Speaking of sweating, S thinks I might have a thyroid problem. Gahoogy-hoo. I really need to get to a doctor sometime soon and figure out what all my myriad problems are.
Wearing my glow in the dark Toy Story shirt to the theater today would have been way more awesome if I'd ever been in a room that was actually completely black. On the other hand, it is totally entertaining to get under the covers and look at my shirt. Yes, I am easily entertained, and I do find it hilarious when Sunshine chases (and catches) her tail.
So tonight, after the nail polishing, S and I watched the MTV Video Music Awards. What a waste of time that turned out to be. I was so disappointed. It was completely moronic, Lady Gaga was pretending to be a man again, which was really irritating, and the only good performance was Adele. She was stunning. Her nails were a little scary, though. 30 Seconds to Mars was nominated for Best Direction, Best Cinematography, and Best Editing, which was why S wanted to watch it, but they didn't even show those on the broadcast. And they didn't win. I don't know who did, but that was pretty disappointing, especially since we got treated to a Lil Wayne performance before it immediately cut to the stupidest show I've ever had the misfortune to find myself watching in my life. It was called I Just Want My Pants Back. It was filmed very much in the style of another MTV show called Undressed, which was on in 1998, except with hipsters instead of college students. Snarky hipsters who don't behave like any normal person I've ever seen.
Basically, MTV is a travesty, and really needs to find a new name for themselves, since I haven't even heard of a music video being featured on MTV in at least five years. The whole thing was a train wreck. One part that was good was when some guy I've never heard of named Rick Ross was in his "dressing room" in a pre-recorded segment, and he was painting and pretending to be Bob Ross. That was absolutely hilarious. "Happy little tree... right there. Happy little trees."
Anyway. I hope I never have the misfortune to ever have to watch MTV again for the rest of my life. I don't care if that makes me old, I like quality music, and almost none of that was quality. It was pulp.
I have a lot of links. Because I am a lazy blogger. Crap.
Links Round-Up Ahoy! (Apparently it's a nautical edition.)
GameStop is a bunch of jackasses, and they'll be lucky if I ever set foot in one of their stores again after this stunt. I might apply for a job with them, though, but I will never shop there. I like my games unopened and unsullied, thanks.
Ron Paul finds FEMA unnecessary. Oh boy. I really do wonder which of the Republican candidates are going to terrify me into voting for Obama in the 2012 election, even though I was already pretty sure I was going to vote for him anyway unless someone truly awesome came along.
I'm disturbed by what some people label as unsafe. I don't think radio waves are harmful. I don't know why anyone ever would. And of course this crazy woman is homeschooling her kids! This is just as bad as that genderless baby. I wonder if they're friends?
Corporations suck. I want a job. Fuck the fucking shareholders.
I love Bad Translator.
You know, I want to make a Jayne Cobb hat. I would totally wear it. I do not, however, think it is a good idea to cosplay as a Jayne Cobb hat. What the hell.
Also, vote for my Rage Comic. I really want to make the front page.
(This blog title was so easy!! Haha!)
And now, I go to bed.