The Hum of my Laptop Sounds Delightfully Like a Kitten

So I just (meaning an hour ago) got back from seeing "Mamma Mia!" and boy, oh, boy was it fantastic. Granted, musicals are pretty much the reason I live... but still. And Meryl Streep? I don't care what you say. She's HOT. Like woah. And she's 50-freakin'-9 (!!!). I love her. And I will be LUCKY to look even remotely as good as her when I'm 40, let alone 50-freakin'-9. She must wake up every morning saying, "Demi Moore can suck it!" Because I mean, sure, Demi got Ashton who woke up one day and decided to be really really hot, right when his marriage prevented us from eloping. But will Demi look as good as Meryl in 20 years? Negatory. Mostly because Demi divorced Bruce Willis and he is more than enough man for anyone and Love will smite her because one crazy biotch CANNOT have Ashton AND Bruce. Expect those crows to start digging their feet into her head pretty hard any day now. Which is actually a pretty sick mental image. ... The only person who beats Meryl Streep is Michelle Pfieffer (I spelled it right! First try!). Ok, people. Did you see "Hairspray"???? Because I was totally in love with her. "Stardust"? OMG( okay, not when she was like 198 and balding). Yes, I admit I'm in love with Michelle Pfieffer. And I don't care who knows it! But I digress...
The reason I'm writing so late (late for me, with a full-time summer job that sucks my soul. Not late for me, in college, who likes to go to sleep around 4 a.m.) is because AMC is on my shitlist. Ex. Cuse. Me. If you put 9:05 as a movie time, when I show up, there'd better be a FREAKIN' 9:05 start time listed in barely readable neon lights OR ELSE. Or else, when I arrive promptly at 8:45, weave through the crowd of Junior High (::shudders::) pimps and whores (uhhh... I mean boys and girls), fight my way to an automated ticket machine because the line is too long and there's a gross, pimply couple macking on each other and smearing their herpes onto the line divider, THERE'D BETTER A 9:05 SHOWING OR I WILL BE PISSED. But then I will get to waste an hour in Starbucks with Rebekah and pay exact change ($2.27!) for a Venti Iced Unsweetened Passionfruit Tea and I will be happy again. And then I will get to see the 10:10 showing of "Mamma Mia!" at Cinemark (where the seats at least recline a smidgen) and I will be back to my usual exuberant self.
And before you get all Neo-Nazi on me, let me just tell you that Starbucks (newsflash!) doesn't make the best coffee or tea. But hey, guess what? It's convenient. And guess what else? I still looooooooove it! I don't consume over priced beverages at the 'Bucks to support the man, for intrinsic value, or for the sake of consumerism (rah! rah! rah!) but rather because it's close, handy, comforting, and my usual one is relatively quiet. Anywho, I DID enjoy myself at a Starbucks! Wanna know why?

Kaitlin's List of the Top 5 Awesomes She and Bekah Did Whilst at Starbucks:

5) Wrote a parody of the Bon Qui Qui Video into a Christ-centered educational comedic video.
4) Sung our Favorite Veggie Tales Song.
3) Had a verbal ghetto fight using our hand puppets... you know, where you curl your hand into a fist and then move your thumb to simulate a mouth?
2) Sang (again. and quite loudly.) OK-Go's Cinnamon Lips.
1) Tide- Penned out the coffee stains on Rebekah's white sweater. One on her tummy and one on her bosom. And yes, I helped. And yes, if we didn't already frighten off the other patrons with our singing and raucous laughter, that did it.

Welcome to my life.