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So last week I finally located a theater here that's going to do a midnight premier of RotK, thanks so much to Sarah. I would probably never have found out without her. So I tell the brother since he's the LOTR geek and he says he'll see if they have any tickets left. For him, me, and JeAnna. Days pass and of COURSE he's forgotten all about it. Finally my other friend Sarah W. calls on Saturday, for the first time in MONTHS AND MONTHS. So we get to talking about it, and she wants to go to. So I ask her to get tickets for the three of us plus her if she goes. She calls me last night to let me know, SCORE, she got them. I should be happy, right? I mean, I'm going to the midnight premier of one of the greatest fantasies of all time.

Today brother bags out on me. Then the sister realizes she's going to be in Boston with my other sister. Screw it, now I'm back to being all alone again. Sister is going to come and drag the other sister along to fill in JD's seat, but I know they're only coming because they pity me. Because I've been through hell today. But it really doesn't matter, you know? JD was supposed to be there. This was supposed to be me and him. And then yesterday/this morning happened and now it's not. What REALLY gets me is the most predominant factor to me not going to a REAL premier (IE: LA premier, where the cast would be) was because going with JD has been a tradition, albeit a short one, and I didn't want to hurt his feelings by bagging out on him. I missed a once in a lifetime opportunity because he's the Tolkien fan, the one that gave me the books, and I wanted to honor our agreement. And here he has dropped out on ME. *shakes head* You know, I've come to realize that nobody puts as much stock into the things I do. It means something to me because it's the only time I'm ever alone with my brother, ever able to do something with just him, but it doesn't mean the same to him. He doesn't care. And still I was afraid to hurt his feelings, so I didn't chance LA. I stayed here. And now I'm going alone anyway.

Sure, in the end it wont make much difference. I'm still going to see one of my favorite books on screen before most of the world, at the very first premier day showing, and I'll be with three great gals. But I will never forget this. This will always be a stain on my mind. And that, to put it frankly, just plain sucks.

A few random things: I forgot to mention that yesterday I saw my EIGHTH RotK trailer, and then I saw my NINTH and the eighth again tonight (10:04 & 11:13). Nine RotK trailers? Um... don't you think that's a little excessive, PJ? *shrug* I think I like the 8th better than any I've seen so far, but I'm not sure. The 9th was very Aragorn-centric.

King of the Jungle SUCKS. I KNEW they weren't gonna pick Adam, even though he was the best, the smartest, the most controlled and mature out of all of them, but my only request was that Kelly didn't win. I never liked Kelly, not since the first time I saw her, and all I requested was that she didn't win so I wouldn't have to kill myself. Gads. She's so dumb, she's SCARED of animals and doesn't know crap about a good variety of them. She's gonna get eaten by a carnivore on her first episode shoot. Dumb blond bimbo with a push-up bra. I'm just hoping this show is like those other silly fame shows and they'll give the runner-up a show. Because I couldn't watch a whole episode of nothing but Kelly without having to drill a hole in my brain, but I would definitely watch Adam. And not just because he looks like John Malkovich. :P

I also found out how you guys managed to make over 100 posts in 16 hours. *huggles

tallories_fic to death* I am joyful.

There are very few good comfort foods in this world, but tonight's dinner was one of them. Homemade pork enchiladas, made with homemade mexican crepes, and homemade green salsa verde, along with Rosarita beans. It was the most wonderful thing in the world. Mom was supposed to make it last Friday (it would have meant every meal I ate that day had been mexican), but I'm glad she made it tonight. It was good. And then she made homemade lemon pistachio biscotti. Mmm. I love the food.

Um.. yeah. I guess I'm gonna go now.

[Edit: I forgot a few things...

1. My PotC DVD finally came in the mail today. That was a HUGE relief. I was sure I had been ripped off.

2. Thanks to everyone who gave me their opinion on my Dom fic (even if it was less than I had hoped and no authors bothered to comment). It was appreciated, and I have some ideas. You can look at the comments made and my answers here.]

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