Can I make it better with the lights turned on

Can I make it better with the lights turned on

It's 11:52 PM and I just watched a movie that I didn't like very much but it made me think, and I hate when movies do that.  I love thinking, really I do, but I wish it came as a result of things I enjoy.  Does that make any sense?  Probably not.  I've got my laptop on my lap and it's really warm because it's plugged in but I'm too lazy to go unplug the charger, because I refuse to unplug it from the laptop but leave it in the wall, because that's a waste of energy.  But is my getting up to unplug it a waste of energy too?  The things I waste time thinking about...

Today I went to the movies with Gabs and Gilles and then we went to Huntington Beach and had lunch and drove home down PCH with the windows down and the sunroof open, and I've never actually opened the sunroof before so that was a new experience.  I got home at 4 o'clock and I kind of immediately fell into this state of boredom.  I've been doing nothing all summer, just lazing around my house everyday and occasionally running errands, and then one day I'm out and when I get home I can't remember how I usually occupy my time.  It's so strange how easy we adjust to new things and forget the way things used to be.  Does that make any sense?  Probably not.

I really want to finish this post before midnight so the date is right.  I've been writing a lot lately, writing and editing and writing again.  But what I really should be doing is reading The Odyssey, and I know that and it's sitting there on my desk taunting me, but every time I look at it, I think, oh god the odyssey why.  And then I don't pick it up.  But eventually I'm going to run out of days where I can do that.  Tomorrow I'll read. Maybe.  Probably.  I promise.

Who's the boy you like the most

Who's the boy you like the most

I've just finished season 4 of "Psych" and there's this re-occuring serial killer and season 3 ended with an episode about the serial killer, and so season 4 does as well, and so does season 5.  But I haven't watched season 5 yet, and so they haven't caught the Yin to the Yang and so I'm sitting here feeling like I'm being watched, because this is how I always feel after I watch something creepy.  This is the feeling that keeps me up at night.  And the only way I've figured out how to overcome it is to stay up so late that I get a headache and my eyes hurt and I practically fall asleep sitting up.

So really I should watch a stupid romcom on Netflix and put on my pajamas and I'm going to go do that.  Right after I find something to title this post with.  And then maybe later when I can't sleep I'll write down all my thoughts on "Never Let Me Go" and the television archetype relationship of two characters who are perfect for each other but can't be together because of a, b, and c, and also I might make a list of all the books I want to read before I leave for school.

Seems like everywhere you turn catastrophe reigns

Seems like everywhere you turn catastrophe reigns

I've been absolutely horrendous about blogging lately but basically what I've done is see "Les Miserables" with my mom and see "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2" at 12:01 AM after waiting 10 hours outside with my friends.  I've bought some stuff for school but not nearly enough, and I've got The Odyssey sitting on my desk taunting me, but I haven't started it yet and it's nearly 500 pages and so I really should start it soon because I've got barely a month left.  I've been watching a lot of Hugh Grant movies as well as a lot of "Psych" and I haven't been reading nearly as much as I should be.  Right now I'm listening to a Sansa Stark fanmix and it's fantastic and I love fanmixes so much because they tell stories and also expose me to music that I wouldn't normally listen to and also I think getting music from strangers is the best way to get to know them; does that make any sense?

Tonight Mom and I are seeing a musical called "Fleetwood Macbeth" and it should be sufficiently bizarre.  Gillian gets home tomorrow and even though she's going to be grumpy for at least 24 hours, I'm really glad she's getting home because I miss her and she hasn't written my nearly enough letters.

I'm full of a zillion emotions regarding Harry Potter and the end and all that but basically what it comes down to is that I feel like there's a little hole in my heart now where these characters and their stories have forever buried inside.  I didn't cry much during the movie (besides when Harry entered the forest with the resurrection stone and his parents and Sirius and Lupin joined him) but afterward, yesterday and now, I've been looking at pictures and reading others' thoughts and I guess what I'm really going to miss is the whole community that loves it so much and constantly thinks about it all and argues over it and debates what's coming, because what's coming isn't much.  And that's the sad part, I think.

I only have two more songs left on this mix and I'm going to finish listening to it and then I'm going to take a shower and blow out my hair straight because I never do that and it's summer and why not?

Pour a little salt we were never here

Pour a little salt we were never here

Today:
- eye doctor appointment
- lunch at Arby's with Mom
- afternoon at home (sexual assault education thing, start The Odyssey, watch "Psych"?)

Tomorrow:
- exercise in the am
- go shopping for my Potter premier costume with Briana or Mom?

Wednesday:
- take my car to Jiffy Lube for an oil change
- go to the Grove with Mom
- dinner in LA
- "Les Miserables"

Thursday:
- OCMA to see the Calder exhibit
- Potter premier (5 o'clock?  7 o'clock?)

Friday:
- Sleep

Saturday:
- Sleep
- "Fleetwood Macbeth"

Sunday:
- Gilly gets home from camp!

We are fated to pretend

We are fated to pretend

Tonight I saw "Monte Carlo" with Gabi and we had Panera for dinner.  On Thursday I had breakfast with Simone and Taylor.  But besides that I've been to Target four times in the last four days.  I had dinner out with my parents once and lunch twice and I've been watching a lot of "Psych" and not really doing anything at all.  Tomorrow is the 4th of July and I (surprise) don't have any plans.  I'll probably sit in the bathtub with Gracie like I did last night, when somebody misread their calendar and decided it would be a good time to launch off fireworks and freak my dog out.

I've been writing a bit and sleeping a lot and that's what summer's supposed to be about, right?  Somehow I feel like I should be having greater adventures than the ones I'm having.  NKOTBSB concert on Wednesday, San Francisco on Thursday for the Picasso exhibit and the Gertrude Stein collection.