Lauren Vs. The World

I went to see "Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World" today with my mother.... and it wasn't the WORST thing I've ever seen (I reserve that honor for "Highlander," which I HIGHLY recommend).  For fans of Michael Cera's performances, it's probably exciting to see that he brings the Exact. Same. One. to every movie he's in.  But, at least his character is pathetically charming.  Though the movie did have it's comic moments, I was more amused at the fact that I was watching it at all... oh well.  That's what summer is for - seeing as many movies as possible until you find one that blows your mind (and, I've seen "Inception," so my mind is, indeed, blown).

I still have an astounding 5 weeks left of summer vacation, which will make visiting my high school when my mom goes to visit very satisfying.  At the beginning of summer, I thought I wouldn't know what to do with myself, having so much time off of school.  But, I have filled the void with more lurking on Facebook than I can possible describe, as well as by getting very invested in "Jerseylicious" and "Khloé and Kourtney Take Miami."  Both great, truly high-quality, examples of television.

This is my first time blogging, and I'm quite enjoying it (I'm also enjoying the feel of the keyboard of my laptop), so I'll continue.  I took my dog, Sally, who is much more mature than I am, for a walk yesterday.  I fully intended to just go around the block and return home in 20 minutes.  But, of course, Sally wanted to go for a better walk (and I figure, it is HER walk, so why not?).  So, she took me down to my old middle school, where she wanted to go into the teachers lounge (surprise!), through a forest that made old poop really interesting, and down to the creek.  For a dog who avoided water like the plague for 10 years, Sally's yearning for all things aquatic entertains me greatly. It took a while to get her out of there, as she has the fun, not at all stubborn habit of laying down whenever she doesn't want to leave (smart dog).  However, she's so cute, that I can't ever get mad.  I just walk away and wait for her to follow at her own graceful, sedate pace, sniffing at anything she pleases, not caring anything for the steamingly impatient human waiting for her.  I would have been a lot happier trying to forge my way through the hallways of my high school if I had taken a leaf out of Sally's book and just meandered.

Anyway, I have now tired enough of typing to hit the Publish button (but I'm sure this will be my new addiction that only I care about.. oh well, it's faster than a diary.)