Today For Certain

I just saw something that made me rather angry. On that Shelfari website, there was an ad on the side that said, "Get dark knight ringtones!" and I was like, "oh cool, the soundtrack on your phone!" But you know what? They didn't even have the real song titles on there! Like, one of the tracks was "Here's my card." HELLO??? That's not even one of the songs on the soundtrack! I know it's not a legitimate website, but still! You would think they would make a good effort to try and conceal that fact. But whatever. I'm so touchy about my music...

In conjunction with last week's entry, I figured it was only fair to talk about the days when all goes as planned -- and more. Yeah, there are, in fact, days like that. Everything goes perfectly well and then it even gets better. But there are also the days that are just okay. I don't particularly mind those, because those make up the majority of a person's life.

The really special days are the ones when something really little happens, and it completely changes your mood. It can be big things I suppose, like acing an end of level, or getting your braces off or something. That's pretty sweet. But what's really more exciting is when one little insignificant thing totally changes your day. Someone says hi and gives you a smile when you haven't talked to them in a little while. You see someone at the grocery store that you haven't seen in a long time. An e-mail from someone (or from something) that you weren't expecting comes. Those are the best days, without a doubt.

Going along with last week's procrastination theme, I just spent about twenty minutes attempting to brush a Barbie's hair. I heard a very interesting thing about Barbies. Apparantly, in Germany, or someplace like it, there was a doll directed at grown men, so they could, shall we say, fulfill their wants with them, for lack of a better word. But this lady from America, the founder of Mattel, decides to go over to Switzerland and sees one of these dolls. She thought it would be perfect for her daughter, who was like 8-12. I can't remember the exact age. So this lady brought these adult dolls back to her daughter because all they had to play with were dolls that were made out of paper or fabric, and they didn't show the adult female form. So this lady decided to make Barbies and it all went downhill from there. Speaking of Barbie...

Anyway, little did that lady know, She was helping girls all over the world feel a little worse about their bodies.

I just got Watchmen, like bought it, and I'm very excited. Yeah, I've read it before, but now I get to read it over and over (and over) again!!!


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