I’m not sorry to say how much I love this movie. All George Emerson does is kiss her in a field and I’m enamored. Maggs Smith, Dame Judy Dench, Helena Bonham Carter, even Daniel Day Lewis, there’s not many people you could add to make me like the movie more. Eventually, I’ll wear down my list of books to read and finally read it, but for now I’ll take what I’ve got.
I start working next week, and even though I love doing nothing all day long, I’m starting to run out of nothing to do. Plus it’ll be nice to talk to people over the age of 12. It’s exciting, but I’m staying realistic too.
Tomorrow I’m going back up to Frostburg to visit. Should be an adventure. At worst it’ll be a lazy weekend on my friend’s couches, but that’s not so bad.
I’ve been listening to a lot of Rufus lately and watching a lot of Parks and Rec. Those two things aren’t closely related outside of the fact that they make my life feel full.
There was serious progress made this week on the cat front. Screw everyone, I love cats, I’m a cat person. I like dogs, but they smell and want to lick you, and make me want to constantly wash my hands. I can’t afford that kind of constant lotion keep up. My mom freaked out when I brought home cat adoption stuff, but I am squatting in my parents house and we talked tonight and in a few months she’ll be used to the idea and will cease to care. So in a few months I’ll have a cat I’ve trained to follow me around and look interested in the stuff I do. Good deal.
Since the next year of my life will revolve around leaving the house at 7 am, I have to start learning to sleep earlier, like before 2 am. It’s easy to learn to wake up earlier, but it’s impossible to learn to fall asleep early. Neither one is fun of course, but this is going to suck.
Soooooooooooooooooooooooo, yeah.
