So we managed to get all 45 Hookers together for a Hooker surprise party for my grandmother's 90th birthday. It's no small feat, let me tell you. But it was so, so so nice having all the family together again. We rarely get to do it, and it really sucks. We all posed for pictures so grandma could have family pictures. Check out the outtakes, they are WONDERFUL and so very much what my family is. I love them.http://studio.wan-ker.com/client_files/Hooker_outakes/
It's kind of crazy that the Harry Potter movie saga comes to an end in a few days. I doubt I'll see it, as I stopped seeing the movies after the fourth one, but it's crazy that it's finally here.
I have pharyngitis. It blows. The lady at walgreens told me to gargle maalox and vinegar. I think she was nuts. I haven't tried it, nor do I want to. The combination would probably make me puke.
I'm still trying to write, but I suck at it. I've been so busy that it's been sort of put off to the side, and on top of it, I'm psyching myself out and playing the role of my own worst enemy. I'm so good at that.
How crazy about Rachel Weisz and Daniel Craig huh? But good for Rachel, I'm glad she got away from Aranofsky and found someone better. I've got a bit of a soft spot for Rachel, some of you are probably aware of this ;).
I wish I had a camera. Or, let me rephrase that, I wish I knew where my camera was. Keeping 27 years worth of stuff stuffed into one room sucks. I lose so much shit. Right now, it's my camera and the first disc of the first season of Arrested Development. Not pleased about this. Am pleased about the movie coming out though!
It's been a year since my Uncle died. Crazy. Almost 2 years since Tango died. The anniversary is in less than a month. It makes me sick to think about it. I miss that dog so much it hurts. I miss Maxwell, too. I hate not having a dog around.
I've been sad lately. I keep trying to talk myself out of it, but it doesn't work. I refuse to take my medicine again though. I don't want that ball and chain to follow me around for the rest of my life. I also wish it was easier for me to leave the house. I don't understand WHY it's so hard for me, but it is. It's like...even though what I'd be leaving the house for would be fun and less boring than sitting at home, I'd rather just not leave my room. I feel like a heel, but it's so hard to convince myself that leaving would be the better choice. I don't have this problem for work. Work is fine. But say...laser tag. Nope, as much as I think it sounds like fun, the thought of leaving just...holds me back. I fail as a friend and as a person as a result. I make such a terrible friend.
I am not looking forward to going to work tomorrow. 10 hours with small children can be hell. It's almost...boring, actually. Weird right? I don't know, I'm just rambling and it's not making any sort of cohesive thought. Ugh.
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So the other day, I got to thinking about my cousins wedding. Part of it bothered me. The "who gives this woman" nonsense. Yeah. That part right there made me twitch. Excuse you, I'm pretty sure nowadays, women give themselves
. They agreed to the marriage, not their fathers. So bah on that! I told my dad that if I ever get married, he's not giving me away. I'm not an unexpected litter of puppies that you need to pawn off on someone. Forget that. NO ONE is giving me away. I'm entering into this of my own volition, not being pushed into it. I told him he can happily escort me down the aisle. But he's not handing me off like a package in the mail. Nothing against my daddy, I love him to bits and pieces and infinity and beyond and all that.But no.
And that's my random thought for the day.
Also, YAY HOBBIT EMPIRE MAGAZINE!
alerted me to this clashing of awesomeness. I have already made it my facebook profile picture, my AIM icon, posted it on my Tumblr and am iconing it for my journal. I am in love with this picture so hard!
Oh it's been forever! Bullet points until I am done with the recap.
Let's see. Saw Weird Al and omg it was SO FRICKIN AMAZING I was dying. It was seriously one of the best events I've been to, and I love him for it. He performed a lot of songs from his new album and I loved every one of them, though CNR has a special place in my heart. Take Chuck Norris jokes and replace them with Charles Nelson Reilly. Win. After the concert was over a guy coming out of the aisle across from us said "I don't know which one of you is the one that was laughing," naturally, that would be me and my big, obnoxious mouth, so I apologized. He told me nah, my laugh was helping him laugh so it was all good. More win.
Speaking of Weird Al, you should watch this:
Adopting these hair care tips ASAP.
Saw Baby X-Men at the midnight premiere. LOVED it. Cameo's especially. Oh Hugh Jackman, marry me. You only solidified my love for you more completely last night at the Tony Awards. gkjnklghksr HOW IS IT POSSIBLE I FIND WAYS TO LOVE YOU MORE!?
Conan O'Brien. I have to say the same thing to you. You just ghsgs. His commencement speech at Dartmouth was fabulous. He discussed the past year a bit toward the end of the speech, and this quote right here was one of my favorites. "It is our failure to become our perceived ideal that ultimately defines us and makes us unique.It's not easy, but if you accept your misfortune and handle it right, your perceived failure can become a catalyst for profound reinvention."
Isn't that awesome? Love it. If you want to watch the rest of it, which I recommend, it's on youtube. He's such an intelligent man.
Cousin got married on Friday. Her mom is actually my cousin, so the one getting married was my second cousin. I'm the second youngest on this side of the family, followed by my brother. There's only about a 3 year difference between us, so I've always just called her my cousin. ANYWAY, at her bridal shower her mom looked at me and said "So what would your advise be, don't do it, right?" >_<. Not cool cousin. Meant to be funny, but not cool. But this again is a total tangent! I WAS TRYING TO TALK ABOUT PICTURES.
So I've mentioned before how amazing my grandma looks, right? She's going to be turning 90 at the end of this month. 90!!! I can't believe it! Wanna see why I can't believe it?( Take a look at this picture that was taken on June 10.Collapse )
So to end off my saga with Firestone, they LOST my key. Then they tried to tell me that because it was so thin, it would not move the tumblers in the ignition. I have to wonder if they realize that 14 years ago, car keys weren't made ginormous with remote locks attached to them.
They told me there was only one guy there who could make my key work. They leave my key in the ignition when it's there, but since they had to replace the battery, they had to take it out. In doing so, they had oodles of trouble. And lost my key. Classy.
So, they told me they would make me a new key, or I could go and have a new key made and bring them the receipt. I do believe I shall have them make it. I will sit on my rump, let them do all the work while I read a delightful book. Not like I have anything else to do.
Who knew so much drama could occur when getting your battery replaced?
My my Firestone, you've taken up all of my day. I just got a call back, this time, from the guy I spoke to last night.
There was requisite how are yous, discussion of my car with a little more chit chat, then an invitation to stop by the store, have coffee and say hi so my oil levels could be monitored. Hm.
Curiouser and curiouser.
Ah, there we go Firestone, that was more like it. They just called me a few minutes ago to tell me they JUST NOW, at 3:40 got my car in, when my appointment was at 7:30. You'll never guess why.
Go ahead. Try to guess though.
Okay, I can't make you do that, because their answer was so idiotic that I'm still laughing.
The reason they just now got my car into the garage is because THEY COULDN'T GET THE KEY INTO THE IGNITION, OR MAKE IT WORK IN THE IGNITION BECAUSE IT IS SO THIN
If I was a betting kind of person, and I bet you all money on whether or not you could guess the answer, I bet I'd have so much money right now.
They pull this kind of shit with me all the time. Last time they said they couldn't figure out how to put the door handle back on my car. It comes off, but it's literally as simple as sliding two pegs into two holes to put it back on. Pull the peg part away from the door, slide the handle back on and TADA! You're done. Sometimes, it goes even faster if you sing the theme song from Mission Impossible while you're doing it.
Guys, I may be a woman, but I'm not an idiot. Ugh.
So. Yesterday was a weird day. On top of winning tickets out of the blue, I think the guy at the place I took my car was flirting with me? As this never happens to me, it threw me for a loop. I put on make up yesterday since I was going to audition for a show (it went well I think! Have to go back on Thursday)
Look! A Terrible picture that proves I know how to be a girl from time to time.
I'm constantly told I should wear make up. I look so much better I'm told, and I do a pretty darn good job of putting it on for someone who doesn't mess with it much. This coming from my costumer/hair/make up person, so I guess she'd know.
Anyway, I went to drop of my car. Rather than it being a simple drop off, we managed to talk about
1.) My last name (always a conversation starter)
2.) People with awkward last names. (He knew a guy named Peter Enis. Poor person)
3.) How amazing my little car is. (I already knew that.)
4.) He has a friend that's a brain surgeon. (Somehow that came up. I don't even know.)
5.) What Not To Wear (Again, I don't know, but apparently he's addicted. He came home drunk one night and turned it on and was hooked. There were many assurances that he was straight at this point.)
6.) My toes. I was given points for having them painted turquoise. (How that came up, again, I don't even know.)
I really just went in there to give them my car key and go. I just want my little super car tended to so I can keep driving it. I mean, really. Normally I go in there and I'm in and out in under 30 seconds because I'm a woman and know nothing about cars, therefore, conversation just doesn't happen. Oh! That's how the brain surgeon thing came up. My admitting my car stupidity when I was asked a question, and he reassured me that it was totally okay because that's what his job is. Somehow a conversation with his brain surgeon friend was thrown in there, I don't know. It was really weird.
What a weird day it was.
So uh...I just won four tickets to see Weird Al on Friday. That's a twist I never expected. Cause I don't win things. And I just did. Whoa.
I think my friends think I'm crazy. That's okay though. They don't understand how I can want to see Thor yet again. I'm afraid my constant asking is going to set them up to think they're in for some uber amazing experience, and while I think it is, they may not. Things like this don't get old for me. Things I enjoy, I can watch on repeat for three days straight and still get excited and moved and feel inspired afterward. I don't know why I work that way, but I'm not going to knock it. I still flinch, even when I know what's coming. I still cringe during fights, I still cry at sad parts. It doesn't lose it's power or appeal with multiple viewings. It's kind of fun. It's also kind of hard, because there are some things that, though I love them very much, I can't watch very often because of how much it gets to me. Disney movies fit that category, ESPECIALLY Beauty and the Beast. Just thinking about watching it gives me goosebumps. The soundtrack gives me goosebumps. I used part of the score as nap music and every time the transformation theme came on, I could picture the final scene of the movie and I'd get wibbly and sighy and feel somewhat disappointed that that sort of magic just isn't part of every day life. It's disappointing, because I almost ache with wishing that it was.
Isn't that silly? Heh. Just writing this makes me cry. I'm 27 years old and I'm crying because magic isn't real.
This so isn't what I intended this to be. Let's fix that. There's no crying in baseball, after all.
Chris Hemsworth has a whole movie where he doesn't blow up and he takes his shirt of and he's magical and if you hit him with your car you get to keep him and omg his grin is adorable and Anthony Hopkins is his father and is also magical.
There we go. Life is all better now.