paranormal wednesday

I went to a tarot card reader yesterday. A friend had just gone to the OC Fair and had a pretty accurate reading, so I couldn't help myself. I basically stalked all over the Fair looking for the card reader and plunked down my $20 for a tarot reading by Eva, who looked to be about 19 years old. Her mom and aunt were doing readings beside her. It was pretty damn cool. Some of the things she said were things that could apply to anyone, but she guessed that I worked in education and that I am stubborn. She also guessed that I need to finish school or go back to school to progress in life and this is something I have been wanting to do but have not been able to do. I am apparently going on a couple of trips in the future. One to the desert, and one over a great body of water. Which is interesting because M. is taking me on a little secret trip this weekend as a birthday gift. He won't tell me where...but I think I'm going to the desert. I hope it is a desert with swimming pools and 7&7s. It's the summer of trips! I'm excited.

I was supposed to go see the X-Files yesterday-as part of my Paranormal Wednesday-but the psychic took priority, and for some reason it's only playing 4 showings a day at every theater, which sucks. That means the prospect of another movie isn't so good. It hasn't been a week yet. Geez. So, to satisfy my movie jones, M. and I decide to watch Harold & Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay. I had waited for the release of this film on DVD. I put it on the top of my Netflix queue. It waited there, blinking "coming soon" for weeks.

And it was one of the worst movies! I hated it. It's like someone took all of the good things from the last movie and just replayed them in shittier ways. So sad. It had so much potential! It could have been so funny...and it was not. I laughed maybe twice. The X-Treme villains from the first movie were silly, but the inept government villains just made me sad. It didn't work as political commentary. Sorry. I love Kal Pen. He rules. But this didn't. It would have been much better if Harold had become the erratic fuck up (due to finding his self-esteem in the first movie) and Kumar had become the sobered thoughtful one (due to figuring out he does want to be a doctor and won't fight it anymore). But it was a sorry retread. I wish Madam Eva had warned me. I could have watched one of my TiVo'd episodes of My Life on the D List instead...