Hey, I thought I ordered Sushi with my Watchmen!
We finally got to see Watchmen last night! I know finally sounds a bit extreme, the movie had been out for less than 24 hours, but it felt like a decade. The only thing that struck me as remotely disappointing was the lack of giant squid, which was such a bizarre and original part of the Graphic Novel that I had fallen in love with the big, squishy, dead thing. I completely understand why it wasn’t in the movie, though- it would have been impossibly hard to try and incorporate all of the back story leading up to the squid without tacking on another hour to the movie. Snyder did a good job making the movie relatable to the problems of our time while keeping it 1985 and pretty damn close to the graphic novel. Oh, and as a side note, I laughed my ass off through the whole sex scene. I blame the music choice.
Max and I hung out for a few hours before I started work. It was nice having an excuse to go outside in this gorgeous weather before I got shackled to my desk at the library. I forced him to buy a new pillow at target for several reasons. One, his two “pillows” are about as thick and comfortable as pieces of cardboard covered with a plastic bag, and I’m hoping he’ll be able to sleep better with a real pillow. Secondly, seeing as I spend the night over their all the time it would be nice to have a spare pillow. Selfish? Yes, but he thought it was a good idea so I don’t feel too bad.
I wish I didn’t have to pick up so many hours all the time, especially on Saturdays. It could be worse, though. I often pick up the 8:00am-12 shift Saturday mornings, which makes me bitchy for the rest of the day. I almost picked it up for today, which means I would have worked 8-12 and then 4-midnight, but someone got the shit before me. I’m trying really hard to make up for the money I’ll lose over spring break, and also so maybe I’ll be able to afford leasing a washer and dryer at the apartment.
Almost thirty minutes has passed. Must pace myself, or I may go mad and run through the commons screaming that I’m Joan of Arc until they cart me off somewhere where I can be entertained.
Max and I hung out for a few hours before I started work. It was nice having an excuse to go outside in this gorgeous weather before I got shackled to my desk at the library. I forced him to buy a new pillow at target for several reasons. One, his two “pillows” are about as thick and comfortable as pieces of cardboard covered with a plastic bag, and I’m hoping he’ll be able to sleep better with a real pillow. Secondly, seeing as I spend the night over their all the time it would be nice to have a spare pillow. Selfish? Yes, but he thought it was a good idea so I don’t feel too bad.
I wish I didn’t have to pick up so many hours all the time, especially on Saturdays. It could be worse, though. I often pick up the 8:00am-12 shift Saturday mornings, which makes me bitchy for the rest of the day. I almost picked it up for today, which means I would have worked 8-12 and then 4-midnight, but someone got the shit before me. I’m trying really hard to make up for the money I’ll lose over spring break, and also so maybe I’ll be able to afford leasing a washer and dryer at the apartment.
Almost thirty minutes has passed. Must pace myself, or I may go mad and run through the commons screaming that I’m Joan of Arc until they cart me off somewhere where I can be entertained.