ANTS! ANTS! ANTS!

I went to the SO's house yesterday because the plan was that we were going to see Two Towers last night. Then I realized that it was a stupid plan, because his mom was here visiting from San Diego and how often does that happen, so we hung out with her instead (earning a multitude of brownie points, I should hope! :). But that makes 0/3 in terms of attempts to see Two Towers for me so far.

So he has this fucking ant problem and during the night, they swarmed all over my laptop and backpack for some reason (well, the laptop is pretty crunchy, its name, in fact, is Crunchy II) and now ants are popping out from under my keys as I type this, causing me to flail around screeching like a little girly girl. Goddamn motherfucking ants, kill them all.

Ugh. Ants. Ugh.

Still the prettiest

The Two Towers -- fourth time was the charm. Or, well, fifth time, as the show we went to see was sold out. But the next one wasn't sold out.

I wouldn't consider myself a Tolkien fan. Much to people's surprise, I've never even read the LOTR books. The Hobbit is about where I left off. So I'm pretty hopeless as far as that's concerned. I don't know my Galadriel from my Glorfindor.

But -- wow. That is one impressive film. I'd like to see it again. And Legolas is so my new husband. He kicks ass in this film. He is the prettiest.