Wasting time

I did so much laundry this weekend. On Saturday, I washed 4 whole loads first thing in the morning. Four loads! I have lots of clothes. I did 3 more loads on Sunday, but that was all jeans, well, and one scarf and a denim jacket. And you know I still have probably about 2 ½ loads worth on my floor. It might be time for a trip to Mary Jo’s, except I’m poor so maybe I should try a consignment shop this time.

I went shopping with Bean Saturday and I spent less than $50. For me that is impressive. We went to World Market where I found chipotle chili powder for hella cheaper than it is at Kowalski’s. The $.99 packet I got there filled over half the $7.39 Kowalski’s bottle. I resisted the urge to have her stop at either Michaels or Jo-Ann Fabrics. In other words, I did not buy yarn. That is impressive. Next it was over to Target where I found some of them rubber boots all the kids are wearing, some soup, and Trivial Pursuit’s Greatest Hits. I don’t know why I buy games. I never have people over to play those games. People never have me over to play those games. Guess I was just feeling like I needed to buy something.

So of course I woke up Sunday and decided to return that game because I already have the 20^th Anniversary and the Pop Culture DVD editions of TP plus the 80s Game which I never play. In fact I have a Sims game, a Civilization game, and a CSI game. None of which I know how to play. I am so horrible at computer games.

The really weird thing about this weekend is that I kept feeling weird about having nothing to do. Like, “School’s out, so what should I do with myself?” Weird. Because, really. It’s not like I spent that much time doing homework when school was in session. I’m kind of a bad student like that.

I did watch Waitress which was a cute movie. Not spectacular, but certainly enjoyable. Better than Knocked Up which was… not that funny. In fact, it wasn’t very funny at all. To be really honest, it was trying so hard to be funny, that it became extra-unfunny. Even Paul Rudd was unfunny in this, and well, I kinda love him. The beard bet thing got old really quick. They used up all the good jokes they had within ten minutes of establishing that as a running gag. Although I found Seth Rogan all sorts of hot in 40-Year-Old Virgin (it must have been the tattoos), there was no part of me that understood why Katherine Heigl’s character would give him the time of day when she first saw him. (And Ms. Heigl agrees with me, much to Mr. Apatow’s chagrin.) As for the pregnancy, it is believable that she would keep the kid and maybe even let him be a part of the baby’s life, but not so much that she would put up with his joblessness and potheadedness and general assholey-ness for very long because despite whatever the movie might be thinking, Girlfriend could definite do hella better by her damn self.

So I have watched this year’s comedy and it blew, so now I can go back to my usual anti-comedies stance for another 10 or 11 months.