. . . to push the older post down, in a feeble attempt to make it look as though this blog isnt dead.
Its not really dead, only in a coma, like that girl in Just Like Heaven.
Mark Ruffalo. Sigh.
Edward Norton. Sigh. Sigh.
Jay lent me the Hannibal Lector movies. Absorbing. Gross, but captivating. Hannibal was rubbish compared to the other two, I felt. Didnt like Julianne Moore at all.
The semester has ended. Time flew, it didnt feel like it lasted very long.
Ends of semesters always suck. Always, every time. Its one of the cardinal rules of life.
This time it sucked even more than usual since I didnt leave with my munches on that trip that sounded all the more exciting because I wasnt going. Oh well. I'd fun this week. What with Osh, gol guppas, rum chocolate, almost midnight Barrista talks with swiss hot chocolate.
And last night almost made up for not going. Eventful twas. Only Osh must learn that 1.50 am is inexcuseably early for bedtime when she's with the munches. Wasnt the moon pretty? It was not what I thought it would be, but then it wasnt really done right. Snum was a doll. Medicating me and all that.
Haha, y'all got ahead in life, while I was left studying, being invaleed and surviving a tornado, but look who ended up discovering uranium in the end! Hah! While the rest of you were stuck with too many kids for your car and adulterous husbands. Oh my munches. I love it when we get together and laugh ourselves silly.
I did have lots to say. All in good time.