music: “Come Pick Me Up,” Ryan Adams
My mom has an obsession with that four-digit extension on people’s zip codes. Now, ordinarily, this is not something I would really notice, but I’ve been addressing my graduation invitations with the aid of her impeccably organized roladex, and at some point I came to realize that she had taken care to affix that four-digit add-on to every single zip code that she has. Now this has got to be some kind of accomplishment, since I would be willing to hazard a guess that not very many people know their own extentions off the top of their heads. I, for one, most certainly do not. So I would have to assume she’s got some little zip-code-extention-map to help her with her number-lengthening needs. My mom is such a trip, really.
I watched two movies today: Two Weeks Notice, and Finding Forrester. I thoroughly enjoyed both of them, although for extremely different reasons, of course. I liked Two Weeks Notice because Hugh Grant and Sandra Bullock actually had very good on-screen chemistry (granted, I don’t generally like Hugh Grant very much, but he plays a self-infatuated asshole so very well, it’s hard not to give him good reviews in this one). Besides, the movie is so irreverant, mocking the heartfelt intentions of Bullock’s character and forcing her to enjoy belittling herself to the minor, everyday decisions of her brash, chauvenistic employer, that it actually made me laugh. Rather than yet another preachy, “In Your Face, Corporate America!” dig, it ends up being somewhat the opposite, and I must say that that’s a rather refreshing change. The only complaint I have is that they failed to include an apostrophe in the title of the movie, and it obviously is in need of one.
Finding Forrester was an extremely formulaic movie, with all of the predictable elements that would accompany its premise. However, Sean Connery is excellent (and rather sexy), and of course I enjoyed all of the literary quotes. I liked the movie not because it touched my heart (it didn’t) or because it has some terribly important lesson for all of us (it doesn’t), but because it made me realize what an important gift it is to write, and that I should be doing it entirely more often. It’s a worthy watch if you haven’t got anything better to see.
I accomplished a lot today. Clean laundry, clean room, nearly-finished prom dress, intense work-out, half an hour tanning.. yes, I’d say I did well. Roxie, James and Shaun came over for a bit today. They commented on my clean room and then proceded to attempt to attack each other with everything sharp and pointy that they could find. Shaun managed to spill a Japanese pot filled with scented flakes alllll over my bedroom carpet so that I had to vacuum. However, it does smell like raspberries in here now. James assaulted Shaun with a particularly sharp chopstick, Shaun scared the hell out of me by thrusting my Korean mask into my face, and then proceded to break my oriental fan. Oddly, none of this bothered me. I didn’t really tally the damages until just now, and I think I”ve come to the conclusion that I shall not allow Shaun inside my room ever EVER again. I don’t know if you‘ve noticed but that boy is a LOT of trouble.
James has been overly affectionate with me for the past couple of weeks. I highly suspect it’s because I’m moving away, but it’s really sweet and I have no complaints. Extra hugs are always welcome here. I just thought it was rather cute of him.
Well, prom is tomorrow night, and a pretty girl needs her beauty rest. I’d better get some sleep, too. ;)