We peaked on the phone.

This week will probably be pretty hellish. I'm a teensy bit excited about my cut-loose-girls-gone-wild-esque spring break...in Leominster. 

Today I have to get excited about making a media production study guide, editing a Nightlies script, finishing my audio track (hello, inspirational), telling a family story, and writing about Dominique de Villepin, who is the French Prime Minister and is NOT a girl, unbeknownst to me. French guys can have such pansy names.

I don't know about the rest of you, but at the moment I'm kind of embarassed to live in a country where Eight Below, Date Movie, The Pink Panther, Curious George, and Final Destination 3 were the top 5 at the box office this weekend.

How was your day?

Okay, I'm just really beside myself, because some dear friends/brothers of mine have been in London for a little over 24 hours, give or take the time change, and wouldn't you know, the British Academy of Film and Television Arts Awards are on today. 

Fancy that.
So...

Jude Law now knows that my brother loves him.
Kristina heard the fetal heartbeat of Darren Aronofsky and Rachel Weisz's unborn child.
And everyone has footage of well, EVERYONE who is ANYONE in Hollywood right now.

The best part is, I'm not even exaggerating. Heath and Jake where there too, HEATH AND JAKE. And Steven. Spielberg. Don't even get me started. I guess I should be thankful for the stroke I have avoided by not experiencing this firsthand..

OHHHHH TO BE IN LONDON!!

I guess I'll just continue hanging out in my house with my lovely parents and watching Pirates of the Carribbean, which really is such an excellent movie because pirates are the coolest. Second only to a red carpet award show experience, of course.

Life goes easy on me, most of the time.

If Valentine's Day were more like Thanksgiving, it would be more appropriate for me to say that I am [still] thankful for Coldstone being so close by. Berry Berry Berry Good in a waffle cone truly hits the spot. I'm preparing for my glorious after-college future (which will hopefully have something to do with me living in a closet somewhere in LA and subsiding on Tostitos) by building up some solid fat stores. 

I'm also thankful for those who need me as much as I need them. God, okay bipolarity is the theme I guess, so here we go.

I'll never understand the bullshit character change that causes people to completely and utterly blow off people that love them, ignore attempts at communication and otherwise forget about everything, because why remember when you can replace? If there's one thing I have always despised, it's being ignored and it takes a lot for me to give up on people, but running into this brick wall gets less and less appealing every time.

This is a brand new kind of disappointment that really just puts everything else into perspective but still breaks my heart. 

Um, so happy Valentine's Day.

Do the damn thing

Have you ever wondered if there's anything more to life than being really, ridiculously good looking?

So there was a blizzard and the city crapped out, including Coldstone, so there was nothing left to do but make Liz look glamorous.

I think I can now officially consider myself an artist.

I feel really excellent about the things I have done in the last 48 hours, including but not limited to:

-Eating 12 pounds of Chinese food...twice.
-Watching The Talented Mr. Ripley, The 40 Year Old Virgin, Armageddon, Flight Plan, Ten Things I Hate About You, Zoolander, tons of VH1 and even a little Phantom Gourmet.
-Making and completely consuming a 13x9 inch pan of chocolate chip cookie bars and a couple of half gallons of ice cream.

So I feel really great about this. I hope I don't gain 40 pounds, I should probably get off the T at Park Street this week.

Some for better, some forever.

I just wanted to watch Schindler's List tonight, but I can't because the DVD player crapped out halfway through and I'm very upset.

But I know I'm an idiot for complaining about this, given the subject matter of Schindler's List and the fact that there are people in this world who sawed their toe off. 

Real problems. Problems that are real.