ROBIEWANKENOBIE

i haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate sunday nights. like hate hate hate them. first of all, i'm usually stuck working weekends. and then i don't sleep very well saturday nights because i'm going to see the parents in the morning. and, ya know, we've got to cram in all the meaningful conversations and quality time and crap in rightthisverymomentbecauseheisdyingsoyouhavetodoitrightnow, which can be exhausting. and then i usually work on sundays after we visit. plus we have to get clothes together, lunchboxes, shoes...and i worry about oversleeping because it's monday and blah blah blah.

if the voices in my head would just shut the fuck up, this would be so much easier. i swear i'm going to be like that lavender chica from harry potter and be all fairies and light and shit in my next life. or, perhaps, start drinking more. ::snort:: as an added bonus, theLeon is off fixing his radiator (how buff and sexay sexay sexay is that man what with all the car fixin' and such?) with some sort of fancy magic mojo voodoo crap. so i am here stressing all by myself. hey, wait, do you think he planned this? because it is sunday night? i haven't considered that before, but now that i do, well, it is a strong possibility.

in other news? i am equally stressed by netflix. what if i don't correctly rate a movie? WILL THE WORLD END? I THINK IT MIGHT!!!! also? i watched the teen classic step up 2 the streets, the sequel to step up. and, unlike one of the reviewers, did NOT think it was better than i had anticipated. SEE HOW IMPORTANT THESE REVIEWS ARE? i could have spent those two hours at the spa, or having tea with the queen, but instead i spent them watching a sequel that wasn't even good enough to lick the boots of breakin' 2: electric boogaloo . i realize there is no comparison, but still. also? as a direct result of being left home by theLeon to watch that shitstorm of a movie, the ENTIRE netflix queue consists of educational hip hop videos. no, i'm not kidding.