Molotov Cocktails
Jun. 9th, 2007 04:44 amAnd I'm back once again, with yet another entry. It's almost sad how often I update this thing when I don't have people around to talk to all the time, isn't it? I used to think I was fairly introverted; now I realize that I'm only introverted when I'm friendless.
There was this horrific moment a little bit ago where I was reading some really adorable scene in my book and I completely melted. I've obviously been away from my boyfriend for too long. Heavens. I thought I'd passed that stage when I turned eleven, but apparently not.
Lexi and I saw Ocean's 13 this afternoon and followed that up with a very long House marathon. Both were amazing, and I actually got in the right lane this time on the way home from the theater! I'm almost proud. Driving home at three in the morning after the marathon was a little creepy, for some odd reasons that I need not get into, but I got home fine and that's what's important.
I'm listening to far too much music lately. I should probably stop. My shuffled playlist of Lily Allen, Keane, Corinne Bailey Rae, Regina Spektor, The Fratellis, The Feeling, The Kooks, The Scissor Sisters, etc. is like a drug. Is there a patch to help you quit music?
If I'm going to be up this early, I'm going to watch the sun rise. Maybe I should borrow my dad's laptop and make myself comfortable on the deck. That would be rather gorgeous, wouldn't it? I think I've got myself a plan.
Even better than that, though, would be going down to the beach with a sweatshirt and a camera. I can't take the path because I'd be alone and there are rapists(!), but I could drive down there perfectly safely. I'm doing it.
There was this horrific moment a little bit ago where I was reading some really adorable scene in my book and I completely melted. I've obviously been away from my boyfriend for too long. Heavens. I thought I'd passed that stage when I turned eleven, but apparently not.
Lexi and I saw Ocean's 13 this afternoon and followed that up with a very long House marathon. Both were amazing, and I actually got in the right lane this time on the way home from the theater! I'm almost proud. Driving home at three in the morning after the marathon was a little creepy, for some odd reasons that I need not get into, but I got home fine and that's what's important.
I'm listening to far too much music lately. I should probably stop. My shuffled playlist of Lily Allen, Keane, Corinne Bailey Rae, Regina Spektor, The Fratellis, The Feeling, The Kooks, The Scissor Sisters, etc. is like a drug. Is there a patch to help you quit music?
If I'm going to be up this early, I'm going to watch the sun rise. Maybe I should borrow my dad's laptop and make myself comfortable on the deck. That would be rather gorgeous, wouldn't it? I think I've got myself a plan.
Even better than that, though, would be going down to the beach with a sweatshirt and a camera. I can't take the path because I'd be alone and there are rapists(!), but I could drive down there perfectly safely. I'm doing it.