Rainy Day

I love rainy days. Always have. They're just so much more interesting than sunny days. It's like on sunny days you can see everything, but on rainy days there's this sense of mystery, like something is hidden. I love nothing more than to stay at home on cold rainy days (okay, it's kind of warm, but whatever) and read. I used to save those Wishbone mysteries for rainy days when I was a little girl, because they just seemed way more fun when it was kind of dark out. :) I did that unintentionally last year, too, when I read The Rule of Four on a rainy day....super good book, by the way. Like the Da Vinci Code without the blasphemy (nobody get mad at me...) So yeah, I love rainy days.

Anyhoodles, what else is going on in my rather lamentable life? I have to go back to school a week from Monday. Bummer. I have a complicated relationship with school. I really don't like doing the work, but I kindof miss being there when I'm on summer or winter break. It's weird. But after all the school-related crap that I've been through, I've kind of realized that I should just be thankful that I found a place I actually like enough to miss and not dwell on the bad parts too much. And things actually worked out with my schedule!!! I didn't get into math, but there was another sort- of math class at the same time that was open! Yay!!! So I still have my perfect schedule and twelve credits. Life is good. Ooooh, and I get to go buy my books on Monday! I love buying my books at the beginning of each semester---so much fun. I love new books. Even that huge law one that I had last year that made me kind of scared.

Hmmm...oooh, saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory again yesterday...I have now run out of my own friends to see it with and am relegated to going with my sister and her friends (it's not as pitiful as it sounds...it was a family thing...). Super good. "Hold on." "Okay." Worth the price of admission. *faints* Little wedding/baby fantasies all through the whole thing...

And I'm reading Sense and Sensibility again. I read it first sitting in a hospital when I was like twelve and fell in love with it. Then I read it again when I was probably fourteen-fifteen and loved it even more when I understood more. This was when I fell in love with Col. Brandon. Then my sister made me watch the movie, and, needless to say, I was gone. So I figured I should read it again, because my understanding of nineteenth century literature has gotten even better. It's so good. I totally know why it's my favorite book. Love it. I cheered when Col. Brandon came in. ;)

Oh, and I got my hair done yesterday. I felt like a little Amish girl or something, because it was actually the first time I've had my hair done at an actual salon-type place, although I am almost eighteen. I kept wanting to say "No, really, I've had other life experiences! I do leave the house!" But it looks good, so I'm happy...

Let's see...anything else??? I've been watching TV lately, but nothing good enough to put in my other blog. Mainly reruns of sitcoms, and you can't parody sitcoms unless they're totally un-funny by themselves, and that's not the case. Boston Legal came back on- yay!!! I love my little lawyer friends, and was quite devestated when they were taken off the air in favor of those *cough*whores*cough* on Grey's Anatomy. Humph. But they're back!! I love James Spader's character...so unique. Is he up for an Emmy again? Because he totally should win.

And I saw part of CSI: NY last night. It was the kind of funny one about the the oil and the electrocuted guy and possibly one of the most uncomfortable lines ever "He wouldn't have died if he hadn't been sweating." Okay, honestly, if a kid is sweating coming out of my sibling's room, I really don't want to hear about it. Even if I killed him. *shivers*

Oh, and I heard about this hot guys thing on TV Guide or whatever and they were doing CSI:NY and every single male on the show was listed except Mac. (!!!) Now, I know he's no Eddie Cahill (take me now!!!) or even cute like Danny (although the bondage jokes with Aiden are getting a little bit off-putting), and that scene in Forrest Gump makes me want to throw up and/or wash my eyes out with rubbing alcohol, but less hot than the mortician???? Damn. I don't even know his name! I'd take Mac over that guy any day. And I don't think it was very nice. At least leave more than one guy out next time. Or better yet, devote an entire show to Flack!!!

Ooh, I think I'm going to go hitch a ride with my mom to the library...I want Dr. Zhivago...in a Russian phase...read the book, by the way. In fact, one of these days I should just put up a list of books that you absolutely must read before you die. I actually had a list like that once, except it was books to read before I turned twenty. I'm so weird. Does anybody else do that?