You sound like a good kisser.

I must say that lately I've been having myself a lovely time.

The Scarlett Johannson marathon continued today with The Horse Whisperer, after recent viewings of The Island, Girl With a Pearl Earring, Ghost World, and In Good Company. All of which, by the way, were enjoyable, despite the fact that In Good Company succeeded in shattering every last one of Kristina's and my romatic comedy expectations. But it's cool.

Kristina, Regina, and I also spent some quality time this afternoon reminscing about extra curricular activities of yore, back when I was a sword swallower in the circus, Kristina was a war hero, and Regina was an equestrian. We also completely abused Ian's Halo 2 online communcation microphone device, made about a gazillion friends from all over the world, and then attempted to assasinate them. Fantastic.

And then we went Into the Woods, where I was completely impressed by both Sondheim, the production and the cast, especially David and Leeann, who were magnificent, as always. Bernadette Peters was also there to reprise her role as The Witch, or half a witch, as Leeann was the other half...get it? No? I don't care. I hope I can be in shows again.

In six months I'll be 20. Considering the content of this entry, you're probably completely floored by this fact.

Karma can be an evil wench, made all the more terrible when you recognize the fact that you deserve it and it not only comes around, it comes around with a hurricane force and sometimes makes it hard to stand straight...so I really miss Natale.

love.

Stellaaaaaaaa!

The time has come to finally dispose of Stella. I thought I could rejuvinate her and make up for weeks of neglect by keeping her extremely hydrated with carbonated water, but she just keeps getting yellower and more shrivled and the rotten, vomity stench she is emitting is getting harder and harder to ignore.


Maybe I'll get a bonsai tree for the apartment. It's time to move on to bigger and better things.

Cash.

Working at Linens N Things is sometimes a really amusing time. 

Take tonight, for instance. Three hours into my shift a whole slew of immigrants decided to grace me with their presence, form an 8 person line, and each buy one (1) plastic tablecloth, except for one lady who bought a tablecloth AND like fourteen of the random Barbie dolls we keep by the register to provoke tantrum throwing children. The first man, whom I can only assume to be the leader of the pack, marched right up to me, grinned broadly to reveal two gleaming rows of copper teeth and said...

"Cash." 

(Translation: We would each like to pay for our tablecloth and/or Barbies with cash, please.)

I didn't even bother to ask their phone number or whether or not they were assisted, because frankly I didn't forsee any point to it, as I was already shouting what they owed because I could not recognize for the life of me what language they were spitting at me. 

Then, after five long hours of my job, I had to trek out to my car, which I had been forced to park way far away from the store, and was promptly attacked by Mr. and Mrs. Smith, aka Kristina and Dan, who were lurking behind my vehicle and, upon my opening the driver's side door, proceeded to throw a rope at me and jump out. My reaction? I screamed, fell into my car backwards, and kicked Kristina in the stomach. It's a good thing I don't have my pepper spray license yet, or that mace would have definitely gone off in my pocket when I fell back and would have caused major damage to either my skin or the interior of Max.

I pretty much define sitting duck. Oh, well.

Time for bed and books.

Okay stupendous.

I really wish I could make this book last longer than I think it's going to. 

But Goddamn.

I could not be wild-er about Harry. It's seriously a problem for me to be apart from that beautiful green volume long enough to talk about how waiting two years and most likely finishing in a day, MAYBE two if I can stretch it, but probably not, just doesn't seem fair. For the record, Page and I were wicked victorious and purchased that puppy in maybe 5 minutes.

This week was pretty much the bomb. And work today was do-able, damaged gum makes the hours pass quicker than usual. Especially when you shove four mini balls in your mouth before taking a customer. Thanks, Regina.

Right, so this was cool. But...I have to go.

She washes her face in Evian water.

And so I'm back.

Nantucket is refreshing because it is infested with well dressed people and attractive boys and skinny mirrors and a general Euro aura. Celebrities too, Mark Wahlberg, Christie Brinkley, and Ally Hilfiger, if one considers her famous. 

Summer is refreshing too, because the past few days have been infested with beautiful friends and free movies and Veronica & Co. and ice cream and maniacal laughter and chicken dinners for three.

I now have classes to go to in the fall, which is approaching at a frighteningly rapid pace. One thing I've noticed is that time flies period, even when you're not having fun, but it positively dissolves when you are. So lately I've been concentrating on not letting it slip through my fingers before I get the chance to really appreciate, because I have a feeling that now is when things really get going. My Van Gough-esque "Black Period" is now a thing of the past, thank Christ. It's time to start painting in color again. I'm kind of pissed off that I ever stopped.

I'm on call in the morning, and am reuniting with Linens N Things at five. Best be heading off.