What I've done with my time...
James has a new schedule that sucks... but it gives me a lot of time to see friends that I normally didn't have time to see. He works 3-midnight now, and even though of course I wish he was home at a better hour to be with me, I don't want our relationship to get to that point where I can't see my friends anymore without him getting mad. I went to see Harry Potter on Friday night with Becky, and it rocked whether or not you like it.
Emma Watson is adorable, and I don't mind saying that if Ron (I'll call him Ron because his real name, Rupert, is undeniably not-too-sexy) wanted to have sex with me, I would totally do him. I don't like most red-heads, but him... for some reason, yes yes yes. Also Ginny is getting to be very pretty and once she is older than 13, may border on hot. Not Shakira hot, but still good-looking. And Cho will always be a skinny little Asian. Can't wait for Harry to drop her flat ass. No offence to any Asians unless they are exes of mine, of course. And my ex's wives... hahaha. Loser.
But anyway, Emily kept me company on Monday night and we watched some crap reality TV, also Supernanny, which is not crap at all as JoJo is awesome.
Then Anna called on Tuesday and wanted to go see Harry Potter again, and naturally, I said yes. We shared a bourbon chicken at the mall and then found that the 7:10 show was sold out... so we bought 9:00 tickets, and Andrew called so we went to pick him up and then got Starbucks.
I made a comment about how my flip flops were slippery and I was destined to fall at some point during the night, and we went to see the movie.
We sat down in the seats right behind the bars so we could put our feet up, and of course some crazy girl decided to strike up a conversation with us (I say us, but naturally Andrew and Anna didn't speak to her, they just laughed their asses off behind my back)... She started asking me if we, too, liked the "portable foot rests" and I made a mental note to look up the definition of "portable" to ensure I was still as smart and above people as I believed I was. Turns out that yes, I am. The girl continued to bug the fucking shit out of me until I finally began to ignore her (about the time she started talking about that feeling of pins and needles you get after your feet have been up for a while), and eventually this couple sat down between us. Not that they were any better, as my luck would have it, because they seemed about 20, but acted like they were 7 and on drugs throughout the film. Also the girl was "in a higher weight percentile" and I just don't take well to fat people.
After the movie we walked back to the car and I fulfilled my prophecy by slipping and falling directly on my ass slash right kneecap. Anna and Andrew proceeded to laugh hysterically so that anyone within a one mile vicinity who didn't happen to see me fall found out about it anyway. I got up, unharmed but for a slight skinage of the knee, and locked them out of my car for a minute just to remind them that they were dependent on my good nature for a ride home.
Fun night, with or without the embarrassment and mild injury.
Emma Watson is adorable, and I don't mind saying that if Ron (I'll call him Ron because his real name, Rupert, is undeniably not-too-sexy) wanted to have sex with me, I would totally do him. I don't like most red-heads, but him... for some reason, yes yes yes. Also Ginny is getting to be very pretty and once she is older than 13, may border on hot. Not Shakira hot, but still good-looking. And Cho will always be a skinny little Asian. Can't wait for Harry to drop her flat ass. No offence to any Asians unless they are exes of mine, of course. And my ex's wives... hahaha. Loser.
But anyway, Emily kept me company on Monday night and we watched some crap reality TV, also Supernanny, which is not crap at all as JoJo is awesome.
Then Anna called on Tuesday and wanted to go see Harry Potter again, and naturally, I said yes. We shared a bourbon chicken at the mall and then found that the 7:10 show was sold out... so we bought 9:00 tickets, and Andrew called so we went to pick him up and then got Starbucks.
I made a comment about how my flip flops were slippery and I was destined to fall at some point during the night, and we went to see the movie.
We sat down in the seats right behind the bars so we could put our feet up, and of course some crazy girl decided to strike up a conversation with us (I say us, but naturally Andrew and Anna didn't speak to her, they just laughed their asses off behind my back)... She started asking me if we, too, liked the "portable foot rests" and I made a mental note to look up the definition of "portable" to ensure I was still as smart and above people as I believed I was. Turns out that yes, I am. The girl continued to bug the fucking shit out of me until I finally began to ignore her (about the time she started talking about that feeling of pins and needles you get after your feet have been up for a while), and eventually this couple sat down between us. Not that they were any better, as my luck would have it, because they seemed about 20, but acted like they were 7 and on drugs throughout the film. Also the girl was "in a higher weight percentile" and I just don't take well to fat people.
After the movie we walked back to the car and I fulfilled my prophecy by slipping and falling directly on my ass slash right kneecap. Anna and Andrew proceeded to laugh hysterically so that anyone within a one mile vicinity who didn't happen to see me fall found out about it anyway. I got up, unharmed but for a slight skinage of the knee, and locked them out of my car for a minute just to remind them that they were dependent on my good nature for a ride home.
Fun night, with or without the embarrassment and mild injury.