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megbe came out to spend the weekend with me. We were having oodles of fun. (Hee. oodles.) We'd done some shopping, ate some food, watched a movie, shopped some more, watched the musical episode of Buffy, ate some ice cream. All in all we were having a good time. Then, yesterday, while getting her out of the car, I hurt my back. That's right. I'm twenty-four years old and I just threw my back out.
I think I'm getting old already.
We went ahead and bummed around Borders for a little while (There are two seasons of Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends out!) and we both got a few books. (Me, assorted books that look like they might take longer than two hours to read. Megan, a book on cake decorating--so that she can make me a fairy tale cake for my birthday next year.)
Then, we went to the movies. Hellboy II. It was way better than the first one. The first one was a little quirky, while this one was a lot. And the awkwardness present in the first was pretty much missing this time. I loved it, honestly. Once again, the best part was the bad guys (Hellboy has the best baddies I've ever seen except for Batman.) The elf prince was hard to look at and possessed only minimal conscience but you still somehow end up on his side. And don't even get me started on the Forest God. (except it really made me want to watch Princess Mononoke again--although it doesn't take much considering it's my favorite Miyazaki.)
Megan says that she's having a blast which speaks to the lameness of her life considering the fact that I *know* I'm boring.