J and I went to see the final episode of Star Wars last night. I think my comment as I left the theatre last night sums it up:”WOW, nice one Lucas. I forgive you for the other two”. True, Portman and what-his-nut (Skywalker’s actor) have about as much chemistry as play-dough. And yeah, it dragged in places. But, I’d say overall it was very good. Best part of all? JarJar never *once* speaks.
Ok, that’s not the best part. But it is all I can say without filling my journal full of spoilers. Wouldn’t want to ruin the experience for the next person, donchya know.

And just what is it about Star Wars that turns most people into geeks? Witness this conversation I just had with J:

J: “I sense the FORCE is strong with you…”
Me: Wanna be my evil apprentice?
Me: and don’t you know that C would immediately say “yes” to that? *laugh*
J: yeah, a LOT
Me: as would you, apparently
J: “Yess, my MASTER…”
Me: heh – that’s mistress to you, sunny-jim
J: “Yesss my Mistress..!”

I’m in a pretty good in spite of the late hour getting out of the movie (it let out around 230 this morning). Tired as all get out though. I think there might be a nap in my future (after work) as I’ve got a bellydancing class to teach tonight.

There will be more updates later, my minions.

Long day.
Long fucking day.
It started on Saturday, really.

I don’t know why I get so weird, sometimes. Its like I’m doing fine, and then WHAM! the universe just slam-dunks my head into the nearest privy. bet it looks funny. I’m sure that it would make a great cinematic moment. With dialogue it would probably be some nattily dressed guy asking, “You didn’t really need that ego, did you?”

*sigh* Ever have one of those days where you weren’t sure if you needed to be angry or sad?

Work has been an ongoing trial. Not that I don’t enjoy it, I do. But its been a huge learning curve on top of the emotional crap that’s been ongoing.
Why must I take everything so much to heart? Why do other’s actions even *fucking* matter to me so much? Is there a reason that my heart just wrings itself out like a used cleaning rag every time something comes along to upset the status quo? Because the status quo is gonna get upset quite alot. Its all part and parcel of the whole living gig. Enormous, cosmic heart powers….itty bitty living space (so to speak).
Further, I don’t know why I feel the need to compare myself to other people. “He’s so much nicer than me” “She’s got a much better figure” “I wish I was as smart as them”

It gets old. Even in my own head it gets old.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pr0n surfed, weak and weary
Over many a strange and spurious pr0nsite of ‘hot XXX galore’
While I clicked my fav’rite bookmark, suddenly there came a warning
And my heart was filled with mourning, mourning for my dear amour.
“’tis not possible!”, I muttered “give me back my free hardcore!”
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