HP in da house! Goblet o' fi-yah action!

I just got back from seeing Harry Potter! My Sarasota posse and I went to the midnight showing, where we encountered long lines of similarly obsessed muggles. No kids--it's a school night--but lots of people in their late teens and early 20s. I was disappointed by the scarcity of costumes in the crowd. I only saw one girl outside of our crew who was dressed up, and she was wearing some sort of slutty version of a Hogwarts school uniform. Lame.
I wore the scarf that I knit for my brother in FSU colors (coincidentally Gryffindor colors!), and the Harry Potter glasses that I acquired at the last Barnes and Noble book party.
My roommate Erika was an eskimo, and Mary wore a silly polka-dot dress with matching shoes. Erika's friend Julia wore a dragon costume, complete with tail, scales, and horns. And we convinced our friend A.J. to wear a pimptastic zebra-striped jacket.
And I loved the movie! I won't say any more about it, because I don't want to give anything away.
If you have any fun movie screening experiences, I want to hear about them! Then we can im each other and dissect the movie into ity-bity pieces without spoiling it for anyone else. :-)
And if you go, you should definitely dress up! It's really fun, and you get better service from the concessions person. I will post pictures of my costume as soon as I can figure out how to get them off my phone...

Bad pop music

Ok, so my friend David and I are compiling a list of BAD pop songs. Not bad in an awesomely bad way (e.g. Shania Twain's "That Don't Impress me Much," Backstreet Boys' "I Want it That Way"). Bad in a this-makes-me-want-to-cut-my-ears-off-and-die way. The list is very exclusive. If you can rock out to even a tiny part of a song, it doesn't make the cut.
Understandably, this list is highly subjective. So, to keep from offending anyone, I am not going to post the results of this survey. If you would like to see the list that David and I develop, let me know, promise not to get upset if you find your favorite artist occupies spot number three, and I will send you our findings.
If you have any nominations for "Worst Pop Song EVER," let me know. I promise not to get my feelings hurt if you suggest that Jennifer Lopez is semi-untalented, or that NSync is a group best forgotten.

Blogging from Pimmit Drive

Hello everyone! I want to be like Kate (as always, don't we all) and post pictures, but I have had negative experiences trying to do it in the past, so I'll save that for another day. In the meantime you can of course check out my webshots page ( http://community.webshots.com/user/susnarsuisma). Last time I checked the captions were off and since webshots is always frustrating, I am also going to save that for another time. It's a shame really because I had a very clever caption about how Brian loves him some alcomohol.

So I am currently sitting on the floor on top of some luggage in my new room in my new apartment that I happen to share with the wonderful Amy Dingle. My room is an unqualified disaster with clothes, boxes, and other random stuff all over. However, now there is a bed with a mattress so as of today it is home. We went shopping with Emily early today and the living/dining room area is starting to become, like, the cutest place ever. It's very nice to live in a big girl apartment finally. And not with my parents.

I'm actually going to be lame and go to bed at 9:30. I only got 5 hours or so of sleep last night and my boss just called and asked me to come in an hour early to help cover 'cause one teacher is out sick and another is on vacation tomorrow. Which isn't so bad, but kind of annoying because I was really looking forward to hoppy skippity jumping down 66 as I usually leave after HOV restrictions lift. So now I not only have to be in an hour earlier than planned, I have to allow an extra 15-20 minutes of commute time.

That is enough whining. Good to see people at the wedding. I'm going to go sleep in my huge fluffy bed now.

Look what I can do!

Since I just learned a really easy way to post pictures to the blog, I thought I'd share a couple from my week in DC. They posted in a weird order, but oh well. Two are from our pedicure adventure with Cheryl, her mom, her in-laws and other members of the wedding party. The rest are of us being rambunctious at the reception.

Big glasses

I got new glasses. And they are huge. Huge without the irony. In fact, when I wear them, I look like my mom in pictures from 1982. It's scary. Scary in a big, pink, round, plastic way.
I know what you're thinking--why did Kate, a reasonably fashionable girl, get huge, hideous, 80s glasses?
Well, they were free. They came with the contact lens deal--one pair of plastic rimmed glasses from the "free wall." OR!!! I could spend another $150 for a pair of attractive frames designed by Calvin Klein or Anne Klein or Elvis or somebody.
Since I rarely wear glasses anyway, I went with the free pair. I'm sort of attracted to the ugliness of them. It's like a train wreck on my face.
The thing is, everyone I know seems horrified that I am willing to place such an atrocity across the bridge of my nose. And they haven't even seen the glasses--nor will they ever! I have made a solemn vow never, ever to wear these glasses in public. They will be worn solely in the sanctuary of my own bedroom. Not even my roommates will be priviledged to see me in my 80s mom-like splendor. (Ok, the one person I might show is my mom, just to make her feel better for those years when she lost touch with fashion.)
You should have seen the look of disgust on the face of the woman who sold me the frames. It wasn't even worth explaining to her that no one would ever see them.
What's the big deal? Am I really turning into a matronly, unattractive spinster? Does it bother you all to know that I am wearing the pink saucers RIGHT NOW???