[ye not trusting]

Dear Cartoon Network:

You. Are. BASTARDS.

Much love,
Jenny.


Okay, so last week they were supposed to show the very last ep of Big O, but they mistakenly showed ep 20 instead.

Tonight, it's time for the last episode, this time for really real... and... what should start up but............ ep 20.

It went on for about 30 seconds. Then it slowed, stopped, and was replaced by a screen saying 'Sorry. We had to.' Then we got our real series finale.

So. Cartoon Network, you are horrible horrible fucking bastards. But it was HILARIOUS, and you have no idea how much I approve.

And as for the ep itself... well... like most of Big O, especially the second season, it leaves you thinking REALLY hard, trying to figure out just what you just saw... so my brain's going to be on overdrive tonight, no doubt keeping me from sleeping. It was sort of anticlimatic, and at first I felt kind of let down, but on further reflection it's starting to seem more and more of a satisfying ending.

I am SO buying the second season whenever it's out on DVD.

Also watched tonight: Wrong Turn. We popped it into the DVD player, up comes the rated R thingy, and I say "wait. Rated R for violence and gore, language, and drug use? Where's the SEX? It's a horror movie, there's chicks in it, WHERE'S THE SEX?" It had a few other surprises too. Not bad. I give it a B+, A-. Would've scored higher if the main characters and associated murder victims hadn't kept blowing perfectly good opportunities to kill their assailants and thus save themselves.

I feel all empty. No more Big O. Except in reruns, and on DVD, and stuff. La.

Urgh

Ever had one of those mornings when you wake up from a night of creepy dreams and thus feel sort of disoriented and vaguely depressed for half the day?

Yeah. Those really, really suck.

Also, I hopped on this nanowrimo thing yesterday. By the time I went to bed I had over 2000 words of crap. Whee!

Now, stuff.

@set me=fucking idiot

So I miss the 12:30 bus. And I figure oh well, I'll just catch the 12:45 -- I might have to run from it to class, but I'll still be on time.

It comes time to go downstairs to wait, I realize...... oops, my shoes aren't on. So I quickly fix that.

So now I'm running late AGAIN. And I pick up my backpack. And. My fucking notebook. Isn't. In it.

Takes me about five minutes too many to realize that the thing was three inches from my fucking face the whole time I was poking my backpack.

So now I have to miss class. Again. For the fifth. Fucking. Time. In the first HALF of the semester. All because I'm an IDIOT.

Woo. Go me.