2004-03-02 - 4:22 p.m.
My Apologies
I know, gentle readers, I haven't been putting much here. I'm not avoiding you, I've just been super busy. My journal will become more active in the next few days. I have time, and things to say, so look out! You've been warned.
On the home front, I did my taxes. Which I hate. I just hate money and talking about it and thinking about it and reckoning with it. I'm cool with the spending part though.
Speaking of which, I bought yet another adorable yet unnecessary bag at Nine West this weekend, causing my boyfriend to once again sigh and roll his eyes at me and my mysterious female ways. It's so friggin' cute though! I can't wait to go shoe shopping for it!
I am actually planning a vacation in May. We're getting a house in the Outer Banks and relaxing with friends. I cannot wait. Mentally I am already kicking back on the beach. Little does the group know that I will be forcing them to journey to Wilmington to pay respects to Dawson's Creek and One Tree Hill. It's like a teen angst mecca!
Well, that's the update for today. Upcoming topics include my Oscar thoughts; a new sporting idea; and a potential Starsky and Hutch plea. I mean, have you seen their slogan? "They're the man." It's like I did the marketing.
Dream Watch 2003: Some weird alarm-centered gospel fiasco.
What I'm Listening To: Grim fake Civil War music from the Cold Mountain soundtrack. Yeah, it really is the guy from The White Stripes.
What I'm Reading: The recap of last week's One Tree Hill. I can't believe I missed Brooke screaming at stupid Peyton and Lucas!
What I'm Watching: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Ritalin, er Secrets. Sorta. What is wrong with this movie? Well, where should I begin? First off, it's interesting enough to make me want to turn it on, but not interesting enough to make me pay attention to anything that happens after the first 45 minutes or so. After the killer spiders or thereabouts, I always nod off or do my taxes or wonder what's playing on VH1 Soul. I have seen that redhead boy barf up those damn slugs more times than I care to relate. The acting is a little better than the first one, but that's not saying much. Especially the girl who plays Hermione. I'm sure she's a lovely person, and she's totally British, but she has worse line readings than Misha Barton of The O.C. and the supporting cast of 7th Heaven combined! Don't try that argument with me that the kids are cute and trying real hard. Haley Joel Osment is a kid. So was Macauley Culkin. And even Elijah Wood before he became a crying, fey manbaby. Hire people who can deliver the lines, not people who really look like the illustrations in the damn book. The kids don't deserve to hang out with the cool adults in the thankless teacher roles. God, I just want to make it through the damn thing so I'll be prepped for the third, which looks actually interesting. Is that too much to ask?
