We saw Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy last night. It was released on Brandon's birthday, so we took that as a sign that we were supposed to see it. I haven't read the book, but I thought it was good. Despite all the planets.

I really do hate the 20wenty - that stupid strand of commercials and cheesy interviews they play before the previews. And what's great is that after they play it, they say, "Make sure to arrive early next time to watch the 20wenty." We arrived early because we wanted good seats. However, our punishment for getting good seats was watching that bile they call the 20wenty. I'm not sure which I hated more. Those obnoxious teenagers who talked and giggled way too much, or the 20wenty. At least the teenagers were in shushing distance. Ah well.

Happy 25th birthday, Brandon! I love you bunches. :)

Brandon and I are nearing the end of our semesters. It'll be nice when it's over, because we'll have a little more time during the summer. I have a paper and a presentation due Wednesday. Thankfully I fooled myself into thinking my Asian Art paper was due last Tuesday when it's actually due this Tuesday, and ended up turning it in early. As a procrastinater, I hardly ever get things done early. So it's nice. :) I'm glad I fooled myself.

Tomorrow is Brandon's 25th birthday. So if you see him, be sure to tease him about hitting that new age bracket, being 1/4 a century old, etc.

I realized today is the three year anniversary of my quitting DYL. Time flies.

Woah. I can't believe these are still up. Now that brings back memories.

So as soon as I heard there was white smoke, I checked to see who the new Pope was. My first thought was, cool, he's german. My second thought was, dang, he's old. They'll never get that old guy smell out of the Vatican.

I was talking to a friend on aim today, and he said that he wanted a bumper sticker that was really anti-SUV, because he saw a civic with one on the back and he thought it was funny. Plus he drives an SUV. So I hunted a little on Google, and found this site. It’s so hilarious. They have bumper stickers that you put on any SUV you see, in order to “educate” them about the truth of evil SUV’s. Some of the sayings on these SUV’s are:
I depend on foreign oil!
Global Warmer: This vehicle is wasteful and endangers the lives of people in sensible vehicles
SUV= Selfish Urban Vanity
and My Luxury is more important than your children’s clean air.

Yep, if you put any of these bumper stickers on someone’s SUV, I think they would appreciate it. And then maybe run over you and your sensible vehicle.

We're still here. School is a little crazy right now, as Brandon has mid-terms to prepare for and I have a paper due today. And I'm a day behind now, since I woke up this morning thinking it was Thursday. Yay, now this week will seem longer. Well, gotta go. Keep it real.

Last week we began our relationship with Netflix. We're getting three DVD's at a time, yet we still seem to be always waiting for the next to come. We get the DVD in the mail, devour it that night, and then have it back in the mailbox first thing in the morning. I figure we'll slow down once it's no longer new.

Our taste in movies is drastically different. Not that we can't find movies to watch together or anything. We watched Finding Neverland and I <3 Huckabees together last weekend. For the record, Finding Neverland was pretty good, and I <3 Huckabees was alright but promoted conflicting worldviews.

So here's how we're different: I mostly like comedies, and he likes a mix of everything. I don't really like movies with a lot of violence in it, mostly because it affects me too much and I feel sorry for people being killed/tortured. Yes, I realize I sound like a total girl for that. But you see, I am one, so there. I generally want to just be entertained watching a movie, and comedy allows me to laugh and lazily enjoy what I'm watching. With drama/suspense movies I'll become even more tense because I sympathize with the character. The biggest difference between us is that Brandon likes to order documentaries and movies about ancient Rome/Greece, and even he can't stay awake through them. I can handle some documentaries, and I am interested in history. But these have been... Well, he likes them. :) Or at least he likes sleeping through them. And as long as we have Netflix and it's relatively cheap to give him sleeping aid on occasion, and I have my own movies to watch to make it fair, I'm fine with it. Yay for Netflix.

As we walked out of the store with The Bravery's new CD, we noticed the hip FBI warning and seal on the back. We thought it was sort of funny, because as Brandon said, "Why would they put that on the CD? We bought the CD. We're not the ones they have to worry about." "Maybe they just can't think of anywhere else to put their threats," I replied.

When I mentioned it to my brother-in-law, Sean, he said, "I heard they're making it so you can't burn new music on to CD's anymore." "That's lame," I replied, "I hope that's not something that's going to go into effect any time soon. I mean, won't that force you to either get an Ipod or change CD's constantly while driving down the road?" "Meh," he said, or at least that's what he usually says.

Welp kids, it's a reality. Quite stupid, I agree. I burned an MP3 CD for my car that was a lovely mix of music (including my brand-spankin' new CD) and guess what? No trace of The Bravery on there. In fact, I nearly wrecked as I skipped through each song on there, searching for that CD in the mix. Well, I guess I'll just have to change CD's while driving now. And if I wreck, I can only hope I run into whoever is responsible for this bright idea.

P.S. Not really, I'm a nice person, but this is totally lame.

Wendy showed me the cool new satellite feature at Google Maps. The satellite image for the Angel Stadium was taken when motorcross was in town. Awesome!

Bleh, Daylight Savings Time. This morning would be a coffee morning if I had woke in time for it.

So I was half-listening to the news as I was getting ready for work, when I thought I heard them say, "The burial for the Pope will take place nine days after his death." NINE days? Yuck! I hope they embalmed him well.

So I looked it up, and found that mourning for the Pope actually takes place for nine days. His burial takes place four to six days after his death. Still, six days would be sort of pushing it. But then again, Lenin's body is still on display, right? At least they put him in a glass case. That should help with the death odor.

I was just going through Itunes making a new MP3 cd to listen to in my car (I've been listening to the last one for far too long) and I had to laugh at some of the names of the songs. When Itunes failed to find names for the songs on a cd, Brandon often hunted down the real names of the songs by the lyrics. However, when that method failed, he simply named the songs himself. Therefore, a certain hidden track from a Dashboard Confessional CD became, "Recorded in a Garage in Zimbabwe."

We were talking about how when we have kids, I'll be the one that approves of the lyrical content, seeing as how he can't understand most of the lyrics of even the songs he likes. For that matter, he can't remember the lyrics even when I've told him what the song is actually saying. But I'm wondering if that's a guy thing, because I've noticed guys never seem to understand/remember the lyrics to songs. Instead, they often make up their own which they seem to find equally satisfactory.

I forgot to mention earlier, but we got a new apartment. It's around 200 square feet larger than our old apartment. I plan on using the extra space for moving about freely, and Brandon plans on using it to distribute his book cases in more appropriate areas so that we don't appear to reside in a library. However, I fear his ultimate goal just might be to reside in a library, so that may be our fate regardless of our new dwelling. We'll see.

The apartment is at the same complex that we're presently living at, so if you want to help (May 7th, 8th), you won't be moving things very far. I'm happy we're staying where we're at, because I like the location and the management is great. So, yay for more space.

And no, of course this isn't an April Fool's Day joke. That would be lame.