Worked. Made money. Got my paycheck. Forgot to look at my paycheck. Will look at it tomorrow.

There is one of those shopping center things near where I work. It takes a while to walk there (you can see straight across the street to it but you have to walk a ways to find somewhere that is safe to cross, so getting there gets you a lot of exercise.)

Went into a convenience store/gas station place. Bought a jelly doughnut. It was delicious.

Discovered that the shopping center has a sweet center. (By that I mean somewhere in the middle there is a fountain. To one side is an ice cream parlor and a coffee shop. To the other side is a place that sells like fudge and other icky sweet unhealthy things.)

Ate ice cream. The problem I have with all restaurant food is that there's always too much of it. I generally have to order a side on its own or off the value menu or something because otherwise I can never finish the whole thing. My stomach won't let me. (If I weren't addicted to sweets and coffee that has too much creamer and sweetener in it, I suspect I would be a rail.)

I had one of the small cones. (It was huge. I'm afraid of what the larger sizes were like.) I learned that while watermelon and cotton candy are fine flavors on their own, they clash when mixed together. They clash really bad.

Somehow I managed to finish the darn thing. (Sweets.)

Wandered around. Went into that place that sells videogames/music/movies/comic books. Left. Went into the bookstore and skimmed through some manga. Left the bookstore and into the art supplies store.

Bought a neat little sketchpad.  I wanted to find a littler sketchpad that I could fit in my purse, but unfortunately no such neat little sketchpad existed. Maybe I should buy a larger purse.

Went back into the bookstore.

Doodled some weird combination of just random sketch character designs and random people who were sitting in the store. On the fictional side of things, got some kid with a large nose and a neat hat, and a girl with freckles and a big ol' smile. On the nonfictional side of things, there was a dude whose way of standing really struck me so I just had to sketch that. There was another dude at his laptop. There was one lady who was some ways away texting on her cell phone or something. And then she suddenly looked directly at me. This made continuing sketching rather awkward. Probably I should ask people before drawing them.

So then my parents picked me up later.

We ate pizza at home--I only had like one slice at the time. Cursed ice cream.

Went to the Y. While I was leaving, my siblings and Mom and my sister's bf were playing Smash Bros.

Came back.

Played a few rounds of Smash Bros. with Dad and Ry.

Then Dad and Mom went to watch Mama in their room while the rest of us watched it in the living room.

It had an interesting plot but the execution and characters were generally bland and the ghost was unintentionally hilarious. I cracked up laughing at about five or six different points, all of them points that were supposed to be scary or dramatic.

And jump scares were telegraphed. I could tell they were going to happen before they would happen.

The one blonde middle-aged lady who I can't be bothered to remember drove me up a wall. I mean, sure you have the ghostie and the generic seen-her-a-million times protagonist, but that's okay. The blonde lady was there just to be a smug annoying character. I was angrishing at the screen on account of such a character being in this movie. Drove me up a wall.

The uncle, after his initial mostly-offscreen awesome, wound up being completely useless. I kept forgetting he was in the movie.

While I appreciate the ending for doing something other than what was predictable or expected (no spoilers here), I couldn't help but feel that it, also, felt rather goofy.

In the end the only character who I felt for was the older of the sisters. She had clear character development and just needed hugs so bad. I suppose it wouldn't have been as mysterious if she'd been the protagonist, but she wasn't boring and I wish she'd been given a bit more focus.
(I wanted to feel for the ghostie. But she kept making me laugh unintentionally and then she just got weird. )

I will say I liked this movie more than the previous movie I've seen with Guillermo del Toro's name attached to it. Pan's Labyrinth was probably superior on an artistic level--visually it was definitely superior, although this movie had a few interesting visuals-- but while I had trouble taking Mama seriously as a horror movie--or in general really--at least it felt like a single movie instead of two separate movies. (Pan's Labyrinth felt like two entirely different movies got mashed together and had nothing to do with each other.) Mama had me cracking up for all the wrong reasons, but at least I cared enough to laugh. Aside from one or two scary scenes in Pan's Labyrinth, that one mostly had me wanting to leave/fall asleep/wonder what less boring movies I could be watching in a moment.

Mama had me yelling at the screen out of amusement and annoyance. This is far better than boredom.