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Disneyland was so fun that I was still exhausted on Sunday. I was surprised at how easy and non-frustrating the trip was as compared to last year. I don't think anyone complained once except for, maybe, after splash mountain and how SOAKING WET we became. My constant babble through the entire ride consisted of, "bad idea, this was such a bad idea, I shouldn't have begged you guys to come with me, omg bad idea." Indiana Jones' was broken several times and after standing in line once we gave up. Thms and I had fun laughing like idiots and screaming profanities on all the rides.


I did meet the man of my dreams and I think it says something for Dmnq's friendship since she saw him first and immediately told me she found my new boyfriend (to which I responded, "SHUT UP," because he was walking over to us). His name was Tim and we were in a souvenir shop. I paid for my hat with his assistance. I saw him two other times in various shops and pulled everyone into the store just so I could pretend to be browsing while I watched him count the drawers. Okay, I sound like a creep, moving on...


Dinner was at Joe's Crab Shack. They danced and sang (which made me very grateful for my non-dancing and non-singing job) and made Dmnq stand on a chair for her birthday while yelling about all the crabs she had.


Sunday, I saw WATCHMEN in theaters by myself. The showtimes were 955 and 1025. I bought my ticket at 1010 and they gave me the one for 955. I talked to the kid taking the ticket and he told me there wouldn't be a problem if I sat in the 1025 theater but, three minutes before the previews started the manager came by, asking me what I was doing there, if I had my ticket. I was sitting alone. After things cleared up and he radioed the projector guy to start the movie for me, more people arrived. Maybe, 10. No one appreciated it as much as I did. People are ridiculous.

I fucking loved it.

Adrian Veidt will always be my biggest comic book crush. I loved the smartest man in the world in the novel and in the movie. He is just. So. Bad. Ass. Even with his secret "boys" folder on his computer.

And anything with Billy Crudup, seriously.