"While shooting [Batman Begins] on the streets of Chicago, a person accidentally crashed into the Batmobile. The driver was apparently drunk, and said he hit the car in a state of panic, believing the Dark Knight's vehicle to be an invading alien spacecraft."
So, yeah. I have the attention span of a three year old, and often forget things that I originally intended to say. The whole point of that last entry was to say...
I leave for Utah in one month! Wooohoo! I don't think I'm going to count down though, because my days are a little less than completely full (hi, I sit around and read when it's not the twenty hours a week that I'm at work. Oh, or I watch Gilmore Girls with my mom. Yeah. I'm exciting.) and counting down would make it take longer. Plus, there's someone else who has already started the countdown. :)
Only two more months of Dayton! And then, I'll hopefully never have to come back, except for holidays with my parents!
So, for those of you who haven't seen Batman Begins, GO SEE IT! It's really good. Christian Bale and Liam Neesom (sp?) are awesome.
I want to be a superhero. I don't know what my powers would be, but I think my weakness would be shiny things. I went bikeriding with my dad this morning, and there was a rainbow in the fountains on the river. I was so distracted I couldn't ride in a straight line on the bridge. But there were big siderails, so I wasn't in any danger. As a superhero, I'd want to have some type of flying or close to flying ability/apparatus, like bathooks or a web. Then I'd be awesome. I wouldn't walk anywhere, just swing my way from building to building. I'd hide among the gargoyles....
I have to leave for work kind of soon, and I don't really want to. I started my pool yesterday, and it was awesome. Lying in the sun and reading.... That's what I want to do with my life. ::sigh:: Someday, if I'm ever rich, I'm going to have a pool and a cabana boy, so that I can lie on a raft in the middle of it, and be able to read one of the many books that will be in my library. And, it will be big enough that if I do feel like doing anything active, I can swim laps (or a lap, which is probably all it will take until the feeling passes, and I yearn once more for the peace of the reading raft.)
Fewer people read this than my xanga, so there's about to be a very nerdy post right here. Normal people should maybe stop reading, because whoa.
So, (and this is mostly directed at Caddie, because she is the only person out there I know of who has read both Robert Jordan and reads this) does anyone else see the similarity between Star Wars and the Wheel of Time series? I mean, there's a light side and a dark side, and there's a male main character who has to struggle to keep the light in power. The dark side wants him very badly, and, as the Dragon Reborn or as a Skywalker, he can either take his place next to the Dark Lord and get trained to be a pet monkey, or he can fight with kind of incomplete training in order to fight for good. (Yoda did tell Luke that if he left Dagobah to save his friends, his training would be incomplete, and he would not be powerful enough to fight Vader in the second one. And the Aes Sedai can not train Rand to channel, because he uses a different part of the One Source, which conveniently rhymes with Force....) I'm not saying that they're exactly the same story, and I've only read the first and part of the second of the Wheel of Time thing, but these similarities just seem to pop out in front of me.
I was going to make another nerdy observation, but then I realized that it would involve spoilers. But something about the third Star Wars reminded me of a slightly obscure Arthurian tale. When I was younger, I slightly wanted to be a Medieval historian, and discover the true identity of Arthur Pendragon. And so I read a whole lot of books on Arthur. Yeah.
So, the nerdiness has ended. But now this is a long post, and I have not much else to say. Go me.
Tonight I went to Mr & Mrs. Smith with Mom. It was very enjoyable. Also, Brad Pitt is damn sexy. When we got back, there were three stray cats on the front porch. A mom and two kittens. They were really pretty, and really sweet; the mom cat came up to my mom and wanted to be pet. And the two kittens were so cute, and so skinny. I hate seeing stray animals, and this was worse than normal. I cried. I really really hate stray animals.
Ben and I are talking tomorrow. He's picking me up at 3:30 and we're going to a coffee shop and talking. This should be interesting.
Am I wandering away from Xanga? Is this so I finally have something that my parents don't know the address to? Or is it because publishing pictures to this looks like it will be a lot easier than putting them onto Xanga? The world will never know....
I got a pool today. It is circular, with a 66" diameter. I am longer than 66"; therefore, I will more than likely lie in the sun with my feet and my head hanging out of the pool. Whatever. I still have one.
If the wireless ever starts working in my room (or if I ever put work into making it work, rather than accepting defeat), then I'll be able to put fun and exciting pictures up. Until then, this is only going to be words.