Once upon a time...

I want my Wacom tablet and stylus NOW. Nownownownownow. It was sent out for delivery from the local UPS office 7 hours ago, and it's still not here. I'm very impatient at the moment due to the fact that I want my tablet, I want my new glasses to be finished (it's been over a week), and my internship has still not paid me yet (I'm going to beat something with a shovel). >_< I bet Mrs. Reginald Mooreland doesn't have to put up with such drudgery. No, it should all be done for her.

ETA: I HAS TABLET!!!!1!

I bought a Wacom tablet today; it should be shipped by Friday. I can't wait to get it so I can start digitally inking my new comic.
Mother took me to dinner today at the Olive Garden. It was like eating in the home of a delightful Italian stereotype! XD Then we went to see "The Strangers," which might have been a good movie. I don't really know if it was due to the idiots in the audience who squealed and shrieked and screamed every five seconds and those who talked during the entire movie and those that couldn't be bothered to turn off their phone. Here's my messages to them:
Dear Idiot Teenage Girl Who Is Definitely Too Young to Be Seeing This Movie By Herself,
You are a moron for wasting $8 on a movie when all you did was get up literally every two minutes to leave the theatre to answer your phone. If you just HAD to do this, why didn't you at least sit close to the door instead of in the very centre of the very front row so that everyone got distracted by you and your nasty hootchie top? Oh, and you may like your disposable-happy-horseshit-ringtone, but the rest of the audience would have rather you had it on vibrate. For fuck's sake, what the hell?! You ruined the entire ambiance of the movie with that damn ringtone. Also, coming back in the theatre and loudly asking your little posse, who repeated your actions over and over again throughout the movie, "Did anything scary happen?" was not cute. You are not cute; you are a repugnant little troll.

Dear Asshat Wannabe Gangster,
You yelling "I would just pop that muthafuckah wit' mah A.K.!" at every scary moment didn't impress anyone.

Dear Mother of Child Who Begged to Be Taken Out of the Theatre,
Your child was literally begging you to leave. She was terrified. When she screamed, "WHY ARE THEY DOING THAT?! I'M SCARED!!!" and your reply was, "Shut up! Just cover your damn eyes!" just proves you are a failure as a parent. An R-rated movie is no place for a seven year old.

Dear Jerk Employee of Theatre
You standing around throughout the movie snickering and MTS3K'ing it was not funny. You sorry bastard! Do your job and make the idiots turn off their phones and shut up instead of standing around!

This is the last straw. I officially will never go to a theatre to see a movie again. It's just not worth it.