Fuck. I hope I'm not nuts.

I’m not a comic book geek.

Well, at least not yet.

Sure, I’ve started spending my fair share in the comic book stores. I’m growing out a collection of various graphic novels from X-men, to originals, superheroes and non superheroes. However, what I mean to say is that growing up the only “comics” I really read were Archie comics with a very small smattering of X-men here and there when I managed to find a copy.

So no, I wouldn’t classify myself as a comic book geek.

Nobody follow us or I kill myself and then her!

I’m sure it comes to no surprise when I say that your enjoyment of something directly correlates with your expectations.

I mean, it’s not exactly a realization for me. Or at least not a new one. It just seems that lately this statement has held very true for a lot of the events that I’ve been at. To be more specific, when June 30th rolled around (the exact middle of the year), one of my favourite blogs and one that I mention here a lot, Pajiba, wrote at list of their top 5 best and worst movies thus far of 2010.

And being me, I thought I’d rip it off. I mean, I see a decent amount of movies (probably averaging out to one a month at least). Sure, that’s not a HUGE amount, but hey, I don’t write a film review blog now do I? I don’t need to see movies for much more than the fact that they entertain me--or I’m dragged to them with a friend.

Left arms burnt, we head for the lake; A bit more sun than we could take

Summer and I have a love hate relationship.

Actually---scratch that. It’s more of a feeling like that relationship with your older sister who’s perfect. You love her because you’re taught that you should. You want to like her. People speak nothing but good things about her, of her good qualities, of the good things about her. There’s so much wonderment and potential lurking under there. And yet? Yeah, not so much.

The looking glass, so shiny and new; How quickly the glamour fades

Disappointment is probably one of the worst feelings in the world. It’s why when your parents are “disappointed” in you it feels so much worse than if they just got angry at you. It’s that feeling that you held an ideal to this person, that you thought of a genuinely good person and then they turn around and spit all over this image. The fact that you took someone, someone you believed in, trusted them, loved them to some uncertain capacity and then the fact that they took that and shattered it.

It’s gut wrenching.

Ooo you make me live; You you're my best friend.

Friendships evolve as you grow up.

Yeah, it’s kinda a general/lame statement but I can definitely say that the friends I have now are very different than the ones I had back in elementary, in high school and even within the last few years.

And that’s not to say that they’re different in the sense that I’ve changed over the years. That my tastes have evolved/gotten better/aren’t so lame is of course, without a doubt true. However, what I mean to say that not only are the groups of people I chose to associate myself with are different, but how I view friendship and the friends I have has changed as I have.

I guess it’s enviable.

“Go in peace my daughter. And remember that, in a world of ordinary mortals, you are a Wonder Woman.”

I guess I’m a little late on the bandwagon with this, but it was shown to me sometime during the week. Unfortunately it hasn’t been until now that I’ve been able to sit down and actually form a complete opinion on the re-vamp.

Yes, I’m talking about the new Wonder Woman design.