my head hurts, my feet stink, and i don't love jesus
There's a problem I have, and it's one of those problems that sounds made up. Promise it's not (but remember, too, that I am human and prone to fallacy, and also arguably stupid/crazy/emotionally unstable and hence even proner to fallacy). Basically, it's that I make clocks die. Well, okay, only digital wristwatches, probably. Maybe also digital alarm clocks. And they don't so much die as stop and start working at random, show times that it isn't, show dates that it isn't, reset themselves without permission, sound alarms I never asked for, and occasionally run backwards. For the sake of convenience, I tried to wear a digital wristwatch while in Germany, only to be quickly reminded that I have this problem. And no, the watch wasn't old or suspiciously cheap, and my mother had an identical one purchased from the same store at the same time, and her watch worked just fine for the duration of the trip. Mine got weird. ("Oh yeah," said my mom, "your watches always break really fast, don't they?")
Right now, I believe my watch shows the correct local time but ten minutes later, and gives the day as January 3. I'll settle for that.
My sister and I are going to the Harry Potter premiere, along with a bunch of my sister's friends. To prepare, we (attempted to) dye our hair while watching Whip It, which is like every coming-of-age-underdog-ragtag-team-of-misfits-sports movie ever made except with roller derby and a soundtrack that neither sucks nor utilizes Bruce Springsteen or Queen in any capacity. I still enjoyed it. Well, I thought it was a bit skeevy how all of the all-female roller derby teams seemed to have male coaches calling the shots, but maybe that's an accurate portrayal of the...uh, roller derbying world; I wouldn't know. The swimming pool sex/make-out scene was too "wait, but...how would that work?" for me to appreciate, and my sister did a pretty funny rendition of how that scenario might play out in real life ("So you'd get the zipper halfway down and then you'd both need to paddle for the surface like maniacs, and you'd break the water and be like HUUUUH-AHHHHHH-HUUUH pppft pppt...Okay, let's go back under...") which you kind of had to be there to appreciate. Trust me, I laughed.
Her friends ask me if I'm "seeing anyone," and I answer that I am not "seeing" anyone, because I'm usually one of those liars who selectively withholds information and willfully misinterprets other people's phrasing rather than just flat out making shit up. I don't really see the girl I'm "seeing," right? Not really. It's frustrating.
Louise is dressed up as Tonks. She looks amazing, it's actually one of the better Harry Potter midnight premiere costumes I've ever seen. She wanted me to go as girl!Snape, but I refused, mainly on the grounds that I'm really fucking lazy, and still a bit tired from the airplane trip yesterday. Where would I find a black robe?