Trés impressive, n'est-ce pas?

I saw Donnie Darko again on Friday night. :) (Staci wanted to see it and paid for my way as part of the rest of my birthday present).
I now have a 7th, and probably final theory. Maybe I'll write it out later, maybe not.

The only productive thing I did today, after getting up at 2:30pm, was make cookies from scratch. I got up, planned on unpacking more crap, cleaning, and rearranging, but decided that the first order of business was to get rid of that bag of cinnamon chips in the cupboard. So I opened the kitchen window, put the Boo cat in it, and proceeded to fill the air with cinnamony goodness. They turned out pretty damn good after I decided to mush up a banana in it and add a little of the powdered chai I had sitting before me. Cooking always seems to turn out better with creativity.

Other than that, I was a damn lazy bum.
Now I have to go change my sheets and take a shower.

Hopefully I can borrow money from petty cash at work on Monday, so as to pay the phone/internet bill. Awww yeah. Being an adult is fun.

Hoobajooba!

Is it wrong for me to like that new Pink song? No, no it's not. It's a good song, damn you. ;)

God I hate that Roeper guy who now does the movie reviews with Ebert. He's such a stereotypical, grunting male. I know exactly what movies he'll like, which one's he'll hate, but even the things he says sometimes amaze me. Idiotic meathead. I may not agree with Ebert sometimes, but hell, at least he has an intelligent opinion.

I'm getting tired of my userpics.

Oh dear lord...he just called "Amelie" a "Parisian Ally McBeal". I HAAAAATE HIM! HAAAAATE