Verbally Incontinent Spinster October 18, 2003 - 1:46 a.m.

I'm trying to stay out of my head because it's always bad times. Hence, I have nothing to say, be it good or bad.

I went with Becky to another ultrasound on Thursday. She was told that her child had the slightest chance of having spine abifida, so they scheduled this screening on a better machine than used the first time to check for that. As well as verifying the sex, without a doubt.

Although when we got there, we were told that only two people could go in, and the dad and his mom were with us. Since I went last time and his mom couldn't make it, it only made since for her to go in instead of me. But I did get to go into the room for a moment while she was waiting for a doctor to talk to her. Didn't get to see the baby move, but I got to see a picture on the tv as well as the regular pictures.

No spine abifida. And it's definitely a girl.

No boy parts.

She's going to name her Hallie. She started referring to her by name since the first ultrasound. She decided her middle name was going to be Elizabeth, and the geek that I am said I'd call her Buffy. Although I probably won't, unless I'm being completely silly. Which is known to happen on several occasions.

Poor kid will end up being called Buffy, just out of silliness.

Afterwards, we went pregnant pant shopping. One shop was actually selling jeans for $100. That's just ridiculous. I wouldn't pay that for a normal pair of jeans, let alone a pair that I may only wear for a few months. We ended up going to a store where they had really cute clothes at great prices.

Off to eat, where the guy was hitting on us. "I work here seven days a week, come back any time." He gave us the mall employee discount because we both worked there like five or six years ago.

Then we went back to her house so she could change from her too-tight-pants to her prego-pants. [To you English people... remember, pants = trousers. Not underwear.]

I sat down to watch Serendipity while she took a nap. Half into the movie, I fell asleep myself. That's what I get for not sleeping the night before. But it wasn't for a lack of trying. I layed there, in the dark, with no sound, for at least four hours. And nothing.

After about thirty minutes of sleep, I woke up annoyed that I fell asleep during the movie then we got up to go to the theater. More movies.

American Wedding and Finding Nemo. Chris met us for the latter.

Finding Nemo rocked, of course. But I caught myself dozing through a few scenes. Just momentarily, not enough to miss anything. American Wedding... eh. Not great. It was funny, and there were several cute moments. And the yuck moments didn't make me dislike the movie anymore. [Keep thinking 'It's only a tootsie roll'.] There was just something about it that seemed off. But that could have been from my lack of sleep.

I also watched Bridget Jones's Diary this morning. Again, I wasn't impressed. I think it probably made a great read, and I'd still like to read the book, but the movie wasn't impressive. I'd go so far as to say I was nearly bored with it. I didn't feel anything for the main character [That'd be Bridget, of course.]; no sadness, delight, regret, nothing. And honestly, not even much humour. Sure, there were funny moments and funny lines. And I liked how they did the little voice overs of what she was thinking... but it seemed empty. All the fat jokes didn't even make sense because, well, she wasn't fat. She may not have been scrawny and twiglike, but she was by no means fat. Most of her impulses didn't seem justified, not even from her viewpoint. I can usually put myself in the characters place, and things make since... but not this time. I think partially I was annoyed with the idea that she was just crazy. Crazy in the since that she just wanted attention. And would do just about anything for it.

Crazy I have no problem with. Attention whores piss me off.

I only recall laughing once or twice. Although, that's not really unusual. I've noticed I don't often laugh out loud during movies, unless someone else is watching with me. So am I laughing because it's funnier with someone there... or is it a subconsciously forced laughter? Would I have enjoyed this movie more, had I watched it with someone else? Somehow, I'm thinking no. Though I do think I'll give it a second watch before I give the dvd back to Becky. Maybe it was just my mood. I've heard so many good things about it, it seems like I should have enjoyed more than I did. Maybe I just wasn't paying attention. Which could very well be. I felt really distracted.

I can't seem to sit down and enjoy much of anything, anymore.

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