well, damn

Finished the other Harry, as someone lent me their copy yesterday. Yes, I sat there and crammed as much of the book into my brain as humanly possible until the words ceased to make any sense whatsoever, passed out, woke up, ate something, and resumed my crash course in warfare.

( ...well, damn )

So overall, lots of love. I think I could read it again sometime soon without my head exploding [something I will never say about OoTP] and that maybe I shouldn't have read it so fast. But it was pretty much the same school of thought that goes into ripping off a band-aid. You want the pain over as fast as possible, and I knew there would be pain.

In other news, Ghost Rider sucked so bad that we couldn't even mock properly. Do you know how hard it is to do that? I didn't even think it possible, to be honest. When we originally saw the trailer waaaaaaay back... whenever, Ari said she wanted to see it, and I said it definitely looked crack worthy. Um... no, not really. It's just bad. Eva M. is a really terrible actress if this movie is any indication, and if you have to ask if the main character is supposed to be coming across as mentally handicaped, I think there's a problem somewhere. It had moments where it was exceptionally pretty [although I think some of that can be attributed to sitting at the wrong angle for a HD TV] and parts were so unbelievably cheesetastic, but not so much that it was awesome. Either not enough, or way too much. I had to look away because if I didn't, I thought I'd fall out of my chair.

Had Ari not lent me DH, I'd have been spilling blood over The Harlequin, as it finally pushed Anita from grey area, possible super-heroine with a sex addiction straight into villain of the I don't think LKH realized it variety. Granted, that was if you were being polite, but still. G'ah! It took me a week to finish that book, but give me less than a day, complete with sleep and other things and I'll finish the new HP? At least I know my reading button wasn't broken.

I'm hungry now. Feeeeeeeeeed me, Seymour. Feeeeeeeeeed me.

Meh

Alrighty. Anita. I know I shouldn't read the Anita books anymore because they do nothing but make my brain ache, but I do anyway. I was going to be good and skip this one [and any other unless the general consensus of semi-intelligent folks was that someone backed up off the horrible crack] but it somehow ended up in the big stack of books Mumsy brought home. So I caved and read it. Much like OoTP in Harry Potter world, I had to keep putting the book down because, my lord, the pain. At first it wasn't so bad, if you exclude the usual suspects of agony.
( and on, and on I go. )

Not so much because of spoilers, though they are there, but because I don't think anyone else gives a damn. :P Which is okay, I like to rant to myself.

Crap. I just realized that next weekend I'll be stuck with the dress shopping. G'ah. I guess it won't be so bad as I won't be getting my dress then, I don't think, so there is that. Still... And double damn. The place I want to get my dress from is giving me dates that I don't like. Should have ordered the dress before. DAMN.

I'm going to forget about this until tomorrow and sleep. Then work. Then remember and start screaming. Meh.