Things I love:

1. Cry Baby. This movie rocks so hard. 1950s, Johnny Depp, John Waters, music? Um, yes. HOT.

2. The person I just talked to after 6 months of not hearing from him. He's still wonderful. (Damn China. It takes away my friends, and it's full of disease and pollution and badness. BUT it let me have him back, in the end. It just better return the rest of them. 6 friends going to China within a year? Not cool. One of them is Chinese, but still.)

3. The new necklace I just made. Ribbon + crochet + sequins = awesome.

4. Raspberries.
5. Chocolate.
6. Chocolate and raspberries.

7. The moment today when I was driving along, musing about how much I can't wait to be driving around in my new car, and the exact same model and color I'm getting drove by me. That car is so swwweeet. And blue.

8. Scrubs, and the fact that this (Cry Baby) is the second thing I've watched today with someone riding on top of a car while clutching the tops of the doors.

Weeeel, I got some of the best news of my young life today. It has yet to sink in. And I'm not really going to go into it, but suffice it to say there was something bothering me for a long time that has been resolved (I hope).
Um... yes.

Today I bought 4 different yarns and new crochet supplies, and ordered the last Harry Potter! Tomorrow I am going art supply shopping. Also today I had a nice time with my friend Mattie, listen to and told crazy stories, ran into someone we both know (it was awkward), ate a nice grilled cheese sandwich and carrot sticks for about $2.50 (oh, I love cheap lunches), and got a bit of a waxing for the beach (ow). And I got a really nice gift from Max in the mail. <3. AND I got my hands on the motherlode of "Nicholas Nickleby" screencaps, which was exciting. AND when I was waiting at a stoplight earlier today there was a dude dancing VERY MUCH behind the wheel of the car two back from mine. It made me smile. At the time I also happened to be rocking out to MIKA and singing and dancing myself, which somehow made it even more amusing. MIKA puts me in such a good mood.

And now, to bed!

Life is pretty good right now, interesting and entertaining things are afoot.
Last night I pledged a society on campus, something I never in a million years thought I would do, but I was invited and it seemed like it would be intriguing and fun, and it was. Still not really my "thing," but it was a good night; I'm intrigued by the whole society thing. This one has been around since the 1850s, I believe, and I like that heritage.
And I invited a certain boy to be my guest at the post-pledge party, and he accepted happily, and things are happening with us right now, and I think it had turned out even better than I may have expected. He makes me laugh so hard and he extracts my humour from me as well and he's very sweet and it's a nice time, and hopefully it is going to stay a nice time for a while.

Yesterday I attended a "Moaning Workshop" at my school's "Sexpo," and it culminated with us (a whole room of people) lying on the floor, so relaxed, making so much beautiful noise. That was fun. Oh, college.
Yesterday I also took a very nice nap and had a dream-within-a-dream. It was WILD. It was also my first OMG-I'm-NAKED dream.

In less happy news, my mom called me this morning to tell me my beloved Wonder Fish died. I'm sad, but I know that he did live much, much longer than I expected. I loved him - I'll miss seeing his shiny orange happiness when I come home and his "feed me!" underwater dance. He was a gift from my friend during my senior year of high school, a spot of happy after my other fish died after I'd only had them a week. He lived with my mom and I for 2 1/2 years, which is a long time for a goldfish, and he survived illness that made his fins fall off (they grew back) and also some sort of stomach ailment that made him float a lot, and he was a wonderful little creature. <3.

I should go take a shower and make myself another cuppa and do some work. Tomorrow will be chaos, I'm sure (two WESU things AND some people coming to visit me - my ickle pseudo-step-brother is coming while on his college trip), and later this afternoon I need to go shopping for my trip.
I'll be in Paris in a week. Craziness.

- I am tired and headachey, despite the sweet little nap I just had.

- French lithographs from the 1800s are confusing.

- A couple of days ago I smashed my finger doing laundry. It hurt. A lot. I took the swelling down with ice found on the ground outside.

- My friends are absolutely wonderful. For serious. They are incredible people who I love a lot.

- Nothing, no nothing, can be compared to the experience of car-wandering Connecticut in the middle of the night searching for the supposed IHOP, giving up, eating pancakes at a diner, driving in the cold singing with your friends, then drinking a little celebratory beer in the middle of a Tuesday night, and then turning in. Best Fat Tuesday ever, that.

- Crap. I have a three-page paper to write tonight. It would be awesome if I didn't forget to do that.

- I have a lot to figure out for my trip, which is in a bit more than 2 weeks.

- The Golden Compass is a really good book.

- Pokemon is going to ruin my life. I just got a version of Emerald on my computer, and I am obsessed.

- This song is freakishly good, even for Patrick Wolf. And the video is so beautiful it makes me make strange noises. You should all watch it Here. And, I was recently turned on to a wonderful treasure trove of b-sides and rare tracks of his, which gives me very much joy.

- Little blond Italian ladies with lazy eyes who sew my coat buttons back on for $5 are good people.

- I think I am about to be invited to pledge a co-ed frat thing on my campus. I am conflicted about how to address this.

- It is so very wet out today. I'm enjoying the silty deltas formed on every sidewalk by the thaw.

- I have something to do every night this weekend. How did that happen?


EDIT: Ha, I just posted this then went back a few entries and realized that I correct in thinking that I had already posted an entry titled "Wake Me Up When the Bluebells are Ringing," with the same userpic. Good job, me.

So.
Today I read "Brokeback Mountain." I bought a hardback copy from my school bookstore. It gives me joy.
And... well, WOW.
Can you say "breakdown"? Can you say curled up under a blanket in my study lounge crying after wandering out from my room so my roomate wouldn't ask me what was wrong? I looked a real crazy person, wandering around all wrapped in a blanket, hair wild fron hiding under it and eyes red.
It was definitely one of the most stike you dumb, knock you off your feet things I've read in a long, long while. It's still with me. Everytime I think of parts of it, those little things Proulx put in so carefully, it just overwhelms me. What an amazing piece of work.
I keep coming back to the shirts. That was such a great image, such a strong image, it said everything all at once.

I just watched the trailer for the movie again, and it made me cry, now that I know what all is behind it, the story. That movie is going to rip me apart, tear me limb-from-limb and then put me back again, feeling different.

Things like that, like the story, things that send sorrow and thought coursing through your body, leave you feeling so exhilerated and so odd, a little out of the loop and wonderful. It's strange and I like it.

( Now a musing that's about people and not the story )

I went to a great concert last night, An Albatross, they were intense screaming indiehardcore glory and sexy and awful and wonderful all at once and my ears rang for hours afterwards and still some today. The power of the music rushing through me felt so good.

I see Rufus on Friday. I'm quite excited, and for OKGo, too, because I really like them.

Lastly, I give you a picture.

My friend/hallmate/classmate Lisa took this today on the way to lunch. It's on Foss Hill, the big hill in the middle of our campus. That's me on the right; it looks like I am expounding upon something. The guy beside me is Max, one of my favorite people in the whole wide world.
This is very good friend named Max #3 for me; my preschool best friend and my elementary school best friend (who is still another of my favorite people in the world) were both named Max. As was my stepdad's best friend in childhood. They're good people, Maxes.
The weather was just gorgeous today, and I thought this picture was just too pretty not to share.