OH MY GOSH ballet dancers.
Oh my gosh Alan Cumming!
Oh.... Facebook. Oh, stalking.
Oh, my favorite photographer attending my school's graduation and my NOT BEING THERE. oh, intense levels of cuteness.

I am so hot for ogling male ballet dancer's headshots, and Ryan McGinley, and the fact that today I got the next two volumes of the only manga I own (Gorgeous Carat: it has whips!), the new Out with Mika and a gorgeous shot of Patrick Wolf with a rhinestone tiara over his face, and a fashion magazine named "Androgeny."
All the reading I got today was for the beach... though some of it might be kept more under wraps than I would choose if the house was not going to be filled with family, including childer and a few conservatives. I shall ride my bike to the beach and wear my sunhat and lie on a towel and read about whether Mika is "gay / post-gay / not gay."

I have a job interview tomorrow!

I really want a bright-colored cowboy hat of some sort, hopefully made of straw. The Mighty Boosh is doing strange things for my sense of style.

I'm back from the beach, just in time to do laundry and pack for San Francisco.

The beach was very nice, though I wish I'd not been feeling blah as much as I was. It was still great, though. Good times were had by all.
Yesterday we went to a place I'd not been in 15 years, which was interesting. It's been built up a lot, but the beach there is amazing. Soooo very much fun was had.
The day before that we voyaged to the North Carolina Aquarium at Fort Fisher, where I viewed fishes, and turtles, and alligators, and pretty neon-lit jellyfish, and then I discovered a tank of cuttlefish, and all symbolance of being interested in anything else was lost completely. Cuttlefish are... completely amazing. Cephalopods are now one of my favorite types of creatures, beating dinosaurs, dinosaur-like birds, and regular birds, and tying with sloths, echidnas, pangolins, and domesticated cats.
I forgot to mention last time that on my first night at the beach I got to see loggerhead turtle babies emerging from their nest. 107 of them. That was awe-inspiring.

Right now I'm reading "The Persian Boy" by Mary Renault. I'm a little more than half-way through. I'm very invested in it... the writing is great, and I'm awfully attached to the characters. It's making me into such an Alexander the Great fangirl. And Bagoas is just wonderful... and the love story... well... just, *sigh.*
When I pick it up, I can't put it down, but I'm getting slightly more reluctant to open it once I do, because I know bad things are going to happen. That's what sucks about historical fiction. If it's about real people, you know at least some of how it will end. So now if anything at all bad happens, I get so upset, because I want them to be as happy as possible for as long as possible. Of course, that adds depth, and I love and appreciate it, and so far, things have looked up again after the unhappy bits.
So, in other words, it has sucked me in big time.

I've been feeling a bit sick and blah; I hope I feel better before I head to California. Or that Max cures it. I know he'll cure the blah; maybe the sick will go with it.

Back from the beach!
Things I learned there:
1. Gatorade Rain tastes just like Jello.
2. I can paddle 10 miles in a sea kayak and not die, despite feeling like I might give up and drift away and never be seen again.
3. Despite having seen a kayak sunburn before, I'm not smart enough to re-apply sunscreen when I'm out for 4 hours in the sun and water. If you don't know what a kayak sunburn is, think of how you put your legs into a kayak and which part if facing up. The insides of my thighs are very pink right now.
4. My constant outside-sitting this spring, despite not having made any perceptable difference in my paleness at the time, prepped me for the beach; I absorbed the sun instead of going all pink, and now my arms are the darkest they've been in ages.
5. Sun hats = teh awesome.
6. I seem to have stopped wanting to be around people, or something. I was grumpy a lot.

My nose is peeling.
I went to an antique store and my dad bought me three very nice, very cheap rings ($8 each!) and a sweater chain for my birthday.

Now I'm back at work. The trip wasn't nearly long enough, but I am going back in August, so that's good. I'm so glad to be back at my apartment, though. I just love it so much...
Doctor Who last night. I missed the first bit 'cause I'm absent-minded. It made me cry. not missing the first bit, but the end. Gah, I LOVE THAT SHOW!

I wants it, precious.

I read that parts of "Pete Doughtery's journals" (as in the Books of Albion) are going to be published. I'm divided on this. It doesn't seem BLAH like the publishing Curt Cobain's diaries, because they had to have gotten Pete's permission. But why publish? Who's going to get the royalties, for one thing, and for another, who's going to buy them? The people who would be the most interested already have them on their computors. At the same time, I would consider purchasing them. I would be nice to have them in a format that could be touched and closely inspected. Depends on which parts they publish, I suppose.
EDIT: Here's a link to the NME.com article about it.

My little sister tells on me when I tell her to do/not do things.

Er. I had something else. What t'was it??