IM2! I Am Not!

Okay, stupid headline. I am my mother's daughter, and will go to silly lengths for a pun. Sorry!

Okay, and. Movies!

Yaaaaaayyyyyyyy!!! I just finally took myself to see Iron Man 2! Hooray!

You know, I'm not even going to bore the world with my personal review here. Everyone knows I'll just be a big thirteen-year-old fanboy about it, and it's not like I can think of anything even *I* can pretend is unique to say about it. I just had fun.

After yesterday being so relaxing, and today including this highlight, I am *ready* for a new week. For my vacation to come. For another day. I've conquered the problems I was having with my weight (even my own a$$ isn't going to kick MY a$$, fella babies). I've regained my formidable attitude. If the company I wanted to work for doesn't want me to work for them, well, they're just going to be the nimrods who took a pass on the skyrocket of Diane Major, and won't they feel stupid when I become a bestselling author they can't brag about having in the stable? I'm up and at 'em, dad. I'm ready to ARISE, go FORTH, and CONQUER.

And if I were Tony Stark, I would be able to do so with a totally awesome, heavily AC/DC-inclusive, pretty 80s rockin' sound track to boot.



Lest anyone not know this: it'll be playing. Inside my head.

And I won't be cutting that Queen song short for an insufferable medley. Sheesh.

WOOO!!