Ugh.

Dear local movie theater I have a ten-dollar gift certificate for,

I've been waiting two months for something that's not absolute shite to make it onto your screens to no avail. You can't play Run Fatboy Run? There Will Be Blood? Hell, I'd even take 10,000 B.C. purely for mocking purposes. Honestly, yo. At this rate I'll be holding onto this thing until Indiana Jones is there.

Sincerely,

Me

This has become my official boykissing icon. I'm so twelve.

They're so cute! And Olli's all smug 'cause he's got a hot boyfriend now! And look, they kiss more in one day's worth of clips than Noah and Luke have in eight months and German society has yet to disintegrate!

Oh, I so love the land of my ancestors right now. *swoons*

EDIT: Also, I'm developing a girlcrush on Judith. I hate to say she looks like Tina Majorino only cuter, except ... well.

Okay, I finally saw the premiere of "Step It Up And Dance" ...

My observations:

1. I want to hang with Miguel and James! We can all be catty together!
2. Jessica is fucked UP. I can't decide whether I hate that she's obviously insane or love her for it.
3. Aw, poor Nicole. That's gotta suck.
4. I'm not going to be happy unless Elizabeth Berkley says, "I'm so excited ... I'm so scared!" by the end of the season.
5. I could get totally addicted to this show. Apparently it's by the same producers who do PR and Top Chef, so ... yeah, those guys have me by the short hairs.

*****

Other points:

1. I have 27k on my novel. I really want to do two or three chapters more woth of dialogue before I sit down and write action tomorrow. And hopefully I'll have a few extra bucks to go down to Panera and work a few hours there instead.
2. I'm going to try and bake after Step It Up And Dance is over. Let's see how well that turns out.
3. My plan for tonight involves Smirnoff and bad movies. Again, let's see how that turns out.

It's all squishy.

My basketball, that is. It's lost a lot of air and is so deflated, but I went up to the park and shot around anyway. Just, you know, didn't dribble. :)

I shot pretty well, considering I haven't touched a basketball since the last time I went a year or two ago and left because of a bunch of little punks who wouldn't leave me the hell alone. I'm going to start going more often once I get the basketball reinflated, and this time I'm most definitely bringing my cell phone so I can call the cops if those little bastards show up again.

Until then, new kitten!