Oh, for God's sake.

Why am I reading the IMDb boards for Knocked Up? First off, the post saying that Katherine Heigl's gotten fat compared to when she was fourteen made me want to install a "Punch An Idiot" button on my laptop.

A.) Women do tend to gain weight between the time they're fourteen and their twenties. It's called growing an ass and some breasts.
B.) I can't remember if Katie Heigl's a size six or a size eight, but as someone who hovers between both sizes, SHUT UP.

And then there's the posts saying this is a horror movie for women because they have to spend the rest of their lives tied to that fat dirty slob (not an exact quote, but I think I captured the general ambiance), that she should have just gotten an abortion (Movie's new running time: Twenty minutes), and my personal favorite -- that sex before marriage is WRONG. To which I say, "Dude, without sex before marriage some of us wouldn't be here." One particular parroting of that opinion also added that having babies out of wedlock should be less acceptable in society and ... again, if it were less acceptable some of us wouldn't be here. (Not that I'm saying everybody should run out and get knocked up, but seriously, if my grandparents hadn't been awesome beyond the telling of it when my mom got pregnant God only knows where the hell I'd be right now.)

I can only imagine how wanky the 40-Year-Old Virgin boards were when that came out, especially considering there was a comment on the Knocked Up boards that Steve Carell was obviously waiting for marriage in that movie. *eye roll*

Damn it, I need sleep and I can't because I've got this ridiculously annoying insomnia right now. I think the last time I slept was five o'clock yesterday. ARGH.

I hate being broke.

I hate having no money. I hate that I'm going to Hershey Park tomorrow and I have to get up early and make a big breakfast because the only food I'll be getting is the free lunch the company's serving. And I'm trying to look at the bright side of not being able to buy soda until my unemployment check shows up, the bright side being that I shouldn't be drinking all that crap anyway.

*sigh*

And the thing is, it's not like I'm not getting two checks next week that will clear up the bills, put gas in my car, and buy me groceries. It's just that until then I have to stretch all of the stuff that I have, and what really pisses me off is that I knew damn well about the Hershey trip and I still didn't put any money aside to buy cheesy souvenirs and bad chocolate.

Fuck. I need to go make Kool-Aid and Ramen now.

Also, words cannot express how much I hate those Dan Active commercials. I know actors in commercials are barely ever any good, but the teenage daughter is so fucking smug I want to reach through the television and throttle her. Of course, I could just be jealous they have enough money to waste on Dan Active, but still.