Currently Watching The Darjeeling Limited see related

After 25 pages, I all of a sudden understand the meaning and value of luck.  It just hit me.  Serendipitously.

Last month Consumer Reports rated high-end luxury sedans, and I don't know why.  Those who are willing to spend $85,000 on a car probably don't care about the deal they're getting.

If you don't read Cedars, you're missing out.

The best part about movie theatres?  Nachos.  And Sprite.  No doubt.

Currently Reading Heart of Darkness (Norton Critical Editions) By Joseph Conrad see related

The Swing of Things has arrived.

My senior status has gone to my head.  I'm better than everyone else.

It's a good thing I like to read, is all I can say.

Currently Listening The Back Room By Editors see related

This morning I woke up with my head on the wrong end of the bed.  Last night I aparently I spun around, kicked off the covers, and curled up under a tiny little quilt that was setting on the end of my bed.  I remember none of this, and I have never been one to move in my sleep.  Weird.  Maybe it's all a sign of a greater, metaphysical restlessness.  Maybe I need to move on with my life.  Try new things.  Visit an American protectorate.  Live there for a year.

Or I could start school.  On Wednesday.  See my friends, drink a few slushies, write some newspaper articles.

Then I could graduate in the spring.

Currently Reading Fathers and Sons By Ivan Turgenev see related

No more newspapering for me.  Yesterday was my last day.  I still need to turn in my key, but you'll be seeing no more by-lines from this kid (as though you even saw them in the first place, right?).

It's so hot outside that I sweat without trying.  It's like a switch.  A very sensitive switch over which I have no control.  I'm not even fat.

I enjoy the taste of coffee, but I never drink it and I hate coffee breath.  I like the idea of tea, but I never drink that either.  All I really drink is Gatorade and these snowcones I make with a little gadget we bought at Wal-Mart.

Being 21 is like being 20, only you get less credit for the smart decisions and criticized more for the bad ones.

Cheers.

Currently Reading A Passage to India By E.M. Forster see related

Join me in wishing a fond farewell to July 2007.  It was a long, hot, grueling month, and I will not weep tomorrow.

School begins soon!  I'll probably make about a million decisions this year.  Can't wait to see what they are.

I'm quickly losing my fear of talking on the telephone.  It's about time.

I ate so much cake last week I put fat bakers to shame.  Every party needs a cake, but every cake most certainly does not need a party.

Everybody is know is sick.  Naomi has an upper respiratory tract infection.  That sucks.  Hello, Vitamin C.