The Dark Knight

Readers (if any):
Most of this is just rambling about my day. If you'd like to skip to the venting, go ahead and skip to the bottom. :)

So I watched it today, for the second time. Only today was special because it was in IMAX. I went with Sarah and our little sisters (Katie and Chelsea). Cute sister date fun time. Anyway, we were all mislead at first in thinking IMAX was in 3D. Slightly disappointing, its just a huuuge screen, but it was still sweet and well worth it. Quite an entertaining drive up, the little sisters are crazies but we all laughed a lot.
Katie almost pooped her pants on the way back (yuck, right!)
Anyway, so even though it was the second time through, The Dark Knight still blows my mind. I can't even believe that movie, and all its glory. It is so insanely awesome I just feel like I need to throw up my insides every time I watch it so I can comprehend the sweetness. Ok, thats gross, but I mean it in the best possible way. I love how the joker is so creepy but sooo funny at the same time, I love that. Heath did an incredible job. When I start thinking about it, it just makes me so sad that he's gone, that TDK is his last complete movie. I just know that he wouldn't have ever stopped making incredible stuff; and man, with his role as the joker, what an incredible way to leave us. If his last role would've been something sucky (yeah right, I don't think he did any crappy work), it wouldn't be so memorable. I guess thats self explanatory though. Or maybe it would've, just because it was his last thing. I don't know, man. I just wish he hadn't died. Its so tragic. Poop.

Ok enough with sad stuff.

So then I came home from the movies, laid on the couch, and fell asleep cause I was so sleeeepy from the movie and the drive home. I don't really know why, probably because I have terrible sleeping habits for the summer. So then I woke up at seven, went to Young Womens, where we were doing service like cleaning church windows and pulling weeds. Neisha and I cleaned about two windows, then found some chalk and just ran from room to room writing nonsense on chalk boards and hiding from the little girls. We worked really hard.

When I came home, after only around 45 minutes (worked reeeaaaally hard), Derek wanted to go to the library and get some Chuck Palahniuk books with my card. He doesn't have one. So we drove over in his little rickety mexi-rally truck and turns out the Syracuse library didn't have any of the books so I put them on hold, to get sent from other libraries. Meanwhile I got three books that I'm not going to list here because I'm getting too bored. Derek got one too, but ditto on what it is. On the way back he goes "Oh I just tooted. I also farted in the library and it was loud and I think someone on the other row heard it." I just giggle and stick my head out the window when the little truck space gets stinky. He's such a charmer, thats why he has so many women all the time.

I'm going to wrap this up. Eventually we ended up at Sydney's house, lighting off fireworks (both legal and not) in her arena and then on the street. We taped some together and that was a good time.

Now I'm home, I have to mosquito bites, but I successfully dodged all june bugs. I hate june bugs, so so so much. They freak me out.

Something has been bothering me, however. I'd like to get it off my chest even though, technically, I'm not getting it off my chest to anyone.
People get too butt hurt and angry about stupid things. Like who invites you where, or tells you whats going on. See, various events and occasions go through various stages of planning. Some things are planned extensively and in advance. Others are spur of the moment and crazy and whatever. Its fun if you are involved with either, and you should be happy for that. However, worrying and obsessing over who told you or when you were told or how you were told or WHATEVER simply does not matter! Ok, if you were not invited and missed out on something cool, then you can feel sad and maybe talk to someone about it, yeah. That's understandable. But if something just randomly happens, and you hear about it last minute, DON'T be sad that no one told you earlier, or that you didn't hear about it from the direct source of the planning (because there often isn't any planning involved). I hope this is making sense, its all muddled and scattered in my brain. But honestly, if someone texts someone you're with about something, and its meant to be a big group plan, don't be sad that that person didn't text you. Get over it. You're still invited. Next time I'll be sure to send you a letter in the mail so you can work it into your schedule.

Whew, done.
Its stormy outside, yaay
CRAP GOTTA GO ROLL UP MY WINDOWS!