Busy busy busy.

I move in three weeks and haven't started packing...AT ALL. I really need to get on that. Plus, the couple of weeks after I move in, I'm planning A LOT of trips, mostly between Santa Barbara and L.A., but another one too possibly.... I'm going to be so busy it's ridiculous.

I hate goodbyes.

I had to say goodbye to my best friend today. She leaves in about a half hour to New York, where she will be living now. EEK. God I miss her so fucking much already. But no time to dwell on that now! I'm leaving for Vegas in an hour. Back to work!

Dreams.

Finally, I'm in a Brotherhood 2.0 video. My lifelong dream has been realized. DFTBA NERDFIGHTERS.

Lovely,

I was at Disneyland the past two days. I spent the night there on Monday. In an hour I'm going to a concert in the park to see a sub-par Beatles tribute band. Life needs to be more like this.

HP VS. Twilight once again.

I love how Twilight is trying to nudge its way into my heart. (My little nudger, get it Twilighters? Get it?) Twilight is like "Hey! Harry Potter is being a real dick to you cos the movie is now 11 months away instead of three! But guess what? WE love you, and will move the movie three weeks closer for you. Cos we love you. Love."

"Now for the good news! Though we're all sad to have to wait for Harry Potter, this open spot at the theater creates a cool opportunity. The good people at Summit were thrilled to let me know that now Twilight fans are going to get their movie three weeks earlier than scheduled. That's right—Twilight will be released in theaters November 21st! Let the merry-making commence!"

Stolen from Stephenie's site.

I'M FUCKING ECSTATIC.

Anger.

I don't understand why WB hates me. Oh wait, I do. It's because they love money more. Fuck WB.

"Warner Brothers has just announced that Half-Blood Prince will be delayed. The film will instead be released on July 17th, 2009. From the press release:

In making the announcement, Mr. Horn stated, “Our reasons for shifting ‘Half-Blood Prince’ to summer are twofold: we know the summer season is an ideal window for a family tent pole release, as proven by the success of our last Harry Potter film, which is the second-highest grossing film in the franchise, behind only the first installment. Additionally, like every other studio, we are still feeling the repercussions of the writers’ strike, which impacted the readiness of scripts for other films—changing the competitive landscape for 2009 and offering new windows of opportunity that we wanted to take advantage of. We agreed the best strategy was to move ‘Half-Blood Prince’ to July, where it perfectly fills the gap for a major tent pole release for mid-summer.”

Stolen from Mugglenet.

So, what the fuck. I'm so pissed off, maybe if they hadn't been stringing us along this whole time, saying it's in November, never getting us a fucking teaser trailer and making us all antsy, then finally delivering far past our attention span, then finally giving us a trailer and then OH WHAT'S THAT? It's the best looking HP trailer I've ever seen? Oh what? Now I'm even more excited I'm gonna piss my pants, but wait, now you're gonna push the date for 8 MONTHS?! You know, WB, if I die before this movie comes out, I'm gonna haunt you in the afterlife. I swear to God I will pull a Myrtle.

This is making my life right now.

It restores my faith in humanity.
Reason #124234095234852234 why I love Jessie.

http://www.thingsididlastnight.com

Oh Jackson, my Jasper.

Do you see that guy on the right? Yeah, I see him too.

Alaska Young.

I wish I was mysterious.



Note to self: work on that.

Stiff upper lip...

I move out in 41 days. Consequently, I am throwing myself into massive amounts of debt. Upon throwing myself into the real world, I start our horribly behind instead of ahead or even "even". I think I'm kind of looking forward to that. While others shudder at the thought and would rather stay within the confines of their parents' home and attend community college (no offense, you're rather smart if I say so myself, smarter than me), I embrace this hole to dig myself out of. (I hate that I just ended with a preposition.) I want to prove to myself that I can make it without my parents' help. That I owe nothing to them (except you know, the first 18 years of my life). I have promised myself that I will never move back into my parents' house for a long period of time. (Maybe a summer, maybe a week in between moving, but nothing permanent nor long.) I'm not one for commitment or staying in one place for too long. I'm somewhat ADD, or just antsy, so staying in one place for 18 has rather stifled and somewhat killed part of me. Yes, I went so far as to say kill. I look forward to drowning in debt and beer. Bring it on!

Life.

I'm not gonna pretend like I know what it's all about. I got no fucking clue. And neither do you. or you. or you. All I know is to keep on living and try to figure stuff out along the way. I know I never will.

I missed a day.

And I don't give a crap. I feel so cheated and overwhelmed right now I want to curl up into a ball and cry myself to sleep. Yeah, this book is killing me.

HOLY CRAP BALLS.

I swear to God those were the first words I thought when I woke up this morning. TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT. I SWEAR TO GOD I'M HYPERVENTILATING. I'M GONNA PEE MY PANTS.