four sweater vests!

dr. horrible ended up having a really depressing ending! color me unimpressed. i cried. i had not been having a good day and had been looking forward to it all week and then i am basically told that good people don't get rewarded, there are 'no happy endings' [not for me, anywaaay] and life is pretty much just filled with pain and sadness and yeah. the last shot killed me. fucking joss whedon. and now it's over and i feel very empty inside. not really. but i do have all the songs in my head still. sort of the same thing. whatev. i feel too much for things that aren't real. which is probably pretty bad. i wonder why we oftentimes feel more for fictional characters than we do for real people? is it because we feel we 'know' them more, or because they're not real and thus more unblemished and perfect than real people so we want to hold them up and all that? it is a quandry, my friends. or possibly i'm just crazy. whichever.

last night i watched this movie about martin luther for my history class and it was interesting! did you know that his wife was a nun, and he had her transported to him before they were married in a herring barrel? also, he had these awesome debates with ulrich zwingli that caused me to go, 'o snap!' multiple times while reading about it in my history book. when zwingli died, luther was apparently like, whatever jerk, you deserved it. true story. luther was kind of awesome, and also, when played by joseph fiennes, kind of hot. he even looks nice with monk hair! "come to me, little crippled girl, my brother is not voldemort!" i feel like all i talk about anymore is attractive men which is hilarious for a number of awkward reasons. let's not get into them. but the main point is. martin luther equals reformation win.