So alright. I've had a thoroughly uninteresting day, and I'd like you to know all about it. Because I enjoy sucking life from people, and I don't particularly have anything better to do. Oh, and if you're bitter about those "wasted an hour of my life" moments, don't read this any further. Though I'm sure it wouldn't take an hour, unless you're a terribly slow reader.


So okay, I wake up this morning, at nine (instead of eight as I specified) to my mother going "HURRY! D: WE LATE 4 APPOINTMUNT." So great. Lost an hour there. (But I'm not bitter, see?) Then, I had a snack and did my hair and got dressed three times. I know it's a bit excessive, and even moreso when my appointment was at the hospital and I'd be taking half of it off anyway. I still find it's easiest to not fall apart when I look reasonably put together.

We go to the hospital, and I had a... crap, I can never remember. Echo something? Yeah. I've had like eight of them and I still can't remember. Damnit. Ah well, anyway, the difference between those past ones I've had and the one I have now? Boobs. Apparently my left one does a dandy job of protecting my heart from paparazzi, so the very nice lady doing the scan was like jabbing it. I think there's a bruise there now. Ah well. Had to be done, I guess.

After THAT, we went to the lobby and got some Starbucks because mum wanted a coffee. I got a Green Tea Latte which was surprisingly delicious, some kind of cold drink, and two giant cookies, which I am eating now. So from there we went to the parking lot where mum succeeded in dropping and spilling her entire coffee. I find it oddly coincidental that mum NEEDED THAT COFFEE and ended up drinking my peppermint tea from the morning. And I got a latte, two cookies and some funky kiwi drink out of the deal? Wtf, universe?! I didn't ask for this. It's like the cosmic forces are trying to make me fat with lattes and giant cookies. Which for some reason I feel obliged to have, because it's like, I didn't ask for it so it's free? =/ Wtf. Okay, getting off topic here.

I think when you're done reading this you'll see the irony of that previous sentence, actually. There's no topic here. Oh, and I'm just assuming you'll finish reading it, because you've come this far, and well... frankly you really ought to finish.

SO WE GET IN THE CAR, and drive for an hour in the wrong direction on purpose. This is a thing we do called "driving". I know, simple verb, we didn't invent it, etc. It's just how we sum up driving randomly around to do absolutely nothing, and it usually ends in some serendipitously amazing instance where we're absolutely convinced we didn't just waste an hour or two of our time.
This feeling quickly passes, but it's nice while it lasts.

Somewhere around the end of our... drivething, we came across a lake. Lakes are big and hard to miss, so naturally we saw it and thought, "Oh, a lake! " and had to pull up to walk around and stretch and breathe and take a couple pictures (that was mostly me). Now, okay, I'll just put this question out there: Why do people have parking lots when you can't park in them? =/ We pulled up, parked, just stepped out of the car and walked around a bit, and some waymetro ticketmanguy with frosted tips and shorts (which were unseasonably short but who am I to judge?) told us we needed to move. "There's another parking lot OVER THUR!" He said.

Now, I'm sorry, but we looked for that lot, and didn't find it.
He said to turn left, and the first left turn took us to the highway.
Well... no okay, maybe the first left turn took us down some residential street, but it still wasn't a parking lot.
So he's a liar.
I've decided I don't particlarly like him.

Anyway, before he corralled us back into the car and shooed us away, I did manage to take a couple of pictures, which I have submitted. So I'm just going to apologize for the picspam and hope my watchers (both of them, yes) aren't too upset with me clogging their notices thing.

And... we came home! Whew, okay, so that wasn't as long a day as I thought.

Oh, and I'm just going to throw this out there too: American election coverage aired instead of Eli Stone last night. This made me sad.
I'm sorry, but it's not like I couldn't have seen that on the news the next day.
And the results weren't entirely shocking either.
Which poses the- OH ONE MORE THING AFTER THIS I HOPE I DON'T FORGET. *ahem* This makes me wonder, let's say, why people watch those results shows? I mean, not just for this, though this is serious and entirely acceptable to watch, I've just never seen the point. Like for reality shows? Does anyone watch the results show? At all?
I find it entirely unnecessary.

OKAY LAST THING I PROMISE.
Am I the only person who is bothered by those deviations submitted with comments (from the artist, at the top) that look awfully like this:

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THIS PISSES ME OFF. Don't expect me to like it if I don't know what the crap it is. Don't expect me to comment with encouragement or "OOH HOW PURDY" sorts of things when you couldn't even give some general information to me first. You can even say something dumb, like "I like bunnies" and I'd not mind at all because it's from the artist and lets me know a bit more about you. You like bunnies. How nice! I ALSO LIKE BUNNIES. tiem? I THINK SO.