It's the early morning hours, the beckoning of March 19th, 2006. If I could have it my way, I would never sleep. Sure, I love to sleep, but I would be able to get so much done. Not to mention, I worry the most at night. When I go to close my eyes, everything I've been shoving into the cob-webbed areas of my brain comes breaking through their figurative barracades, and alas, I find myself barraged with my incessant thoughts of what troubles could, and will, arise the following day(s). I've just given my two weeks' notice at work, on Friday. It was quite refreshing, and I felt good about it. I am usually one of the most relentlessly determined people, but this job has just got me feeling quite murderous thoughts. I loathe it. I am not being a prude, but I do have an intelligence higher than is needed to be a common janitor. This, it seems, is what they are looking for at that office. I am not willing to kill my already messed up spine, crouching over all that hideous dental equipment longer than I have to. I just hope and pray that they do not find someone to fill my position before my two weeks are up, because I don't have time, patience, or energy to train someone.
What I would really adore, would be to make a fantasticly pompous, ultimately rude and ill-favoured exit from that job. Chuck my lab coat on the ground, stomp on it a few times, tell them to fuck themselves, grab my purse and jacket and walk out of there with my head held high, with a smirk plastered on my face that clearly says, 'See you in another life, bitches." Of course, the building would then burst into flames, in a very action movie way, as I walk away in slow-motion. Then a gorgeous two-door, black, sleek sports car would pull up, with Tom Felton driving and we drive off into a very steamy sunset.
I can dream.
I've been spending entirely too much time on this computer. The Windows Movie Maker has me incredibly enthralled. Not to mention, I've been going through Panic! at the Disco overload, since I can finally download music. I love having a huge hard drive. It's glorious.
I saw Failure to Launch on Thursday night. Pretty good movie. Didn't really like the two main actors, but the side actors really made the movie for me. I mean, I love Matthew McConnahey's(totally butchered his name, I know) body, but he really bothers me. He makes these noises all the time. Like when he kisses and when he eats, and he's always doing one or the other. Gorgeous, gorgeous body though *drool*. I liked his buddy too, the guy that was in Wedding Crashers who played Rachel MacAdams' fiancee. That guy has gorgeous blue eyes.
I died my hair again. Dark brown, but when I was dying it, it looked purple; it had me quite alarmed. Now it looks black. I'm hoping it lightens up a bit, otherwise, I'm going to be looking like a witch for the next while with my green eyes and all.
I listened to the Pottercast GOF commentary with John, Sue and Melissa. It was great. Can't wait for the follow-ups.