My plan to go see the Hunger Games this past Friday wasn't without its hiccups, but I ended up seeing it nonetheless. Originally, I was going to go see it at 12:15 at the theater on Firetower Rd. The stupid ECU bus sat at one of the stops for literally 5 minutes. This wouldn't have been a problem if there had actually been people getting on the bus, but no one was there!! Then, I accidentally turned on to G-ville Blvd at about 12:13 and basically said, "screw it, I'll just go to the theater on this street." I knew there was another showing sometime pretty close after, and sure enough, I got there in plenty of time for the 12:45 showing. I even had time to use the restroom, grab popcorn and a drink (which was also my lunch, btw), AND scout out a seat toward the front and in the middle. And those seats are awesomely cushiony. The theater wasn't packed. It was an awesome movie. Life was good.
Of course, I had to go steam burn my hand Saturday night on a popup bowl of popcorn that split past the plastic to where I couldn't see it. Kept ice on it for awhile before I decided to go digging through the giant first-aid kit my mom bought me, where I found the perfect little wrap-around bandage for burns with a cooling pad on it <3. Life was good.
And we're full circle back to Monday. It's my group's last workshop tomorrow, and I am so nervous about this story. I loved it until I re-read it and started cringing. I'm already editing. I left out a word! A whole word! I know I'm not perfect and everybody makes mistakes and we're all only human; I just had to get that out of my system.
And now I have to get back to editing/commenting on stories and reading the stuff I'm supposed to be reading for tomorrow. Life is....on the positive side, if not "good."