bad things happen in the dark.

Picked up new Cold War Kids, WolfParade, Vampire Weekend and Islands albums the other day at twist-n-shout. Everything is worth a listen except for maybe Cold War Kids… Or I am just extremely partial to the first two songs, We used to vacation and Hang me up to dry, that I could care less about the rest of the album which doesn’t invoke the style of these two songs. I mainly just like wailing along, a reason I like most bands I do. Their “sing-to”ableness. Also caught The Dark Knight and thought to myself, damn I miss Heath. His role in that movie got me very interested in what could’ve came of him the rest of his career. I am a big creepy nerd for movies like this… and Xmen… and all of those DC/Marvel movies. Mainly because I’ve always wanted to be born superhuman and something small in me still believes in such things. But Christian Bale, that guy just bothers me. The way he talks and moves his tongue in his mouth… there’s just something about that I can’t get with.

Saw my doctor yesterday. Silas is now head down, ready for take off. I now will be going weekly then biweekly/triweekly till the end. With the end in sight, time is moving so slowly. And the heat and lack of air conditioning is only making it more agonizing. Really, if something were to happen and I had him tomorrow, I wouldn’t complain a bit. I’m so done being a whale of a woman with swollen ankles and stretched skin. We’re having the shower in a week. I’ve chosen to have no say in it, basically because I’m too exhausted to plan anything else right now. My mom brought up lamaze classes today and I looked at her meekly, replying “I don’t have that kind of energy.” It makes me wonder if when it comes down to actually having Silas if I’ll be able to endure. Or if I’ll keel over from exhaustion and be under gas the entire time. A sad thought.