Books, Movies, And Babies

Hmm...What have I been doing? Well yesterday I went and saw "Lemony Snickets A Series of Unfortunate Events" I really enjoyed it. I have decided I want to write a children's fantasy novel. What fun! You get to take any little thing that your imagination dreams up and place it into a magnificent story. The wierder the better I say. And I saw the teaser trailer for the new Willy Wonka and it does not look like it has been botched. It looks bloody brilliant! Although we must consider the fact that Johnny Depp and Tim Burton can do no wrong (unless of course we wish to count the awful Planet of the Apes.) But I have forgiven Burton for that after the redeeming Big Fish. I had so much fun last night though. Afterwards we got jolly with the cheebs and watched the cartoon version of "The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe." It was lotto fun. But alas, today I worked. It wasn't so bad though since I worked with Johna and Carrie. Our owners have just put me in this constant paranoid state where I am worrying that they will come to the store at any time. I hate it. I mean, we take quite a few cigarette breaks and we don't clock out for them, even though I am sure we are supposed to. We also put off doing any work until closing time so the store usually looks like shit. But I am so used to just being able to fuck around with that job it pains me to see it have any sort of restrictions. I swear I will never be able to assimilate to a normal work environment since I am so used to working with all of friends, goofing off, smoking herb on the job, and never having any supervision. Ahh well, the times they are a changing. Pretty soon people I know will be having babies and such. Fear not though, I will never have a baby hanging from my breast, not that most would fear the prospect of me having a child. It's just that I'm not fit for motherhood. I think it's my lack of patience really. I can't imagine the frustration of having to repeat things over and over again and never getting through to the little shit. Don't get me wrong, I love other people's children. It's just being around one 24-7 would drive me mad. It's constant "Don't do that" "Wash your hands" Ugh I shudder at the thought of it. I am an adult and I should be talking about adult things and doing the creative things I want, not practically reliving my childhood and turning into the people I have always strove to be different from, my parents. Maybe there is no other way to raise children and it is just a vicious cycle. Well that cycle stops here, at least as far as I'm concerned. Ok..well I'm sleepy and my thoughts have really been jumping to random shit so I shall end this rant.