I like noodles!

I have to say that It's Raining Noodles has become a daily read for me. The link is above. Anybody who appreciates good, thoughtful, witty writing should certainly give it a chance, because it is very fun to read.

Like Clockwork

Last night I watched a great movie on TCM. It was called The Clock, and it starred Judy Garland and Robert Walker. Walker is a soldier on two-day leave in New York. He meets Garland and asks her to show him around the city. The two spend the day together, and that night they meet under a clock (hence the title of the film). They spend the night together helping a milkman deliver his milk (It sounds silly, but it's actually quite cute.). They end up falling in love, but he has to leave in two days.

The movie was dramatically romantic, in the way that only classic movies can be. I especially liked the couple's first kiss, when from over Walker's shoulder you can see Garland raise her eyebrow as dramatic music plays in the usual classic movie fashion.

It was a wonderful way to spend the night, and the ending made me tear up a bit. I won't ruin it for anybody, because I hate having movies ruined for me. I've had The Sixth Sense, Citizen Kane, and The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King ruined for me. I watched Citizen Kane on TCM a few days ago. Well, I actually only heard it because I was knitting, and I just looked up at the television every once in a while. Can you say you've seen a movie if you really only heard it? I was knitting during The Clock also, but since I'm a slightly more experienced knitter at this point, I was able to knit and watch at the same time. I'm a multi-tasker.

Awaiting the Devil

I can't wait until The Devil Wears Prada comes out tomorrow! I always love when I get to see movies based on books I've read. It's fun to see how close the two are. It's disappointing when the film is really different, because sometimes the changes don't seem important. But I think this one will be pretty similar to the book. I loved the novel, by Lauren Weisberger. It was funny and the characters were great and the situations were outrageous.

I hope I never have a boss like Miranda Priestly. There could be teachers down the line that mirror her, and in fact there may have been already. Everyone knows those kinds of people who are in authority and who make you want to throw up with anxiety because you're afraid you'll do something wrong. That's Miranda Priestly, who is played in the movie by Meryl Streep, who looks like she'll do a fantastic job.

Anyway, Summer is still here. I cannot wait until it gets lost. I keep telling it to hit the road, but it just sticks around with its arms crossed, refusing to even cool down a bit. I love the long days, but does that make up for the unbearably hot weather? Maybe I should hibernate in the summer, like bears do in winter. Then when autumn comes, I'll emerge and bask in the orange colors and the crisp, cool air. But I can't do that because I have to go to... The Prison. Horror movie music should be playing at this moment to signify my dread.

Buys Shoes and Leaves

Does creating a special folder in your favorite places especially for shoes constitute a shoe addiction? Are shoes really drugs in disguise? Does the drug seep into your feet and make you addicted? Maybe before I wasn't buying the drugged shoes. Once I bought my first pair of dressy flats I became addicted. Why do shoes seem to make everything better? Maybe it's because they're so easy to buy; you figure out your shoe size and you go to that section. Then you know that all the shoes in that section will fit. They may not be totally comfortable, but they'll fit. And it's not like some shoes won't look good; they're shoes! People's feet are not that different. Buying shoes does not take endless changing and adjusting. You slip them on, walk around a bit, and buy them. you're out of the store in twenty minutes. Unless it's a big shoe store and you want to take in all the shoes before you leave. Those big shoe stores are harder to shop in because you have to shop based on style rather than size. If you see a great shoe, they may not have it in your size. Shoe stores such as Payless limit customer disappoinment by having you walk directly to your size. Then you only focus on what they have in that size, and you're never disappointed because you can't have a pair you want. Shopping in your size is also fun because if somebody else is shopping in that size, you feel like they're a member of your club. It's like, "Hey, you wear a size 10, too! We both have big feet!" Well, that's what I think, anyway.

Is it strange to have a crush on the Geico Gecko? Does he even have a name? I can't figure it out, but I have a crush on him. There's something about that British accent and those beady little eyes and that cute little smile! I tend to have crushes on many cartoon characters, especially the Disney ones. The list goes on and on. My friends think I'm weird. But they secretly have crushes on cartoons, too. I can tell by how they smile nervously when they call me weird.

ROY G. BIV

Look at this cute green ring! I cannot get enough of the color green! I see it and I go mad. I never would have thought that I would love green so much. I used to love blue, and I went through a stage in first grade when I loved pink (shudder). But now I love green! I also really love brown and orange. I don't especially like pink or gray, although I read in a magazine that gray looks best on my skin tone. But I just don't like it. I think it's boring. Surprisingly, however, my two least favorite colors can look pretty good together.

Black is a color that I'll only wear two ways: as an accent in small doses or all over. You can't go in between. A classic all black outfit can look elegant without looking too goth if you pair it with brightly colored accessories. Unless you want to look goth. But in my case I don't. Take a hint from fashion goddess Sienna Miller in her all black ensemble with gold accessories.

Anyway, I love color, whether it's on a pair of shoes or a wall. My best friend's name is ROY G. BIV!

Personality

I just took a quiz to reveal my movie personality, and this was my result:

"Classic connoisseur
You're aware that Bogie never said "Play It Again, Sam," and you know the secret of "Rosebud." You like your movies aged well, in black and white or classic Technicolor, from the era when writing and acting ruled and special effects were an afterthought. CNN movie reviewer Paul Clinton recommends these "must-see movies" for you:
"2001: A Space Odyssey"
"To Kill a Mockingbird"
"Judgment at Nuremberg"
"Wizard of Oz"
"Casablanca""

I've seen all but Judgement at Nuremberg. Find out your movie personality here. I also took a quiz to find out which classic movie fit my personality, and my result was Platoon. It said it was because I was like a cautious soldier. I was hoping to get one of the other results, like Sunset Boulevard or Wuthering Heights or Mr. Smith Goes to Washington. I even took the quiz again. I answered 45 questions, and the second time many of the questions were different and I answered differently, and I still had the same result. It's like I didn't even have to take the quiz; they know me anyway.

And check out my results for the "Which famous leader are you?" quiz:

What Famous Leader Are You?
personality tests by similarminds.com

Yeah. I was afraid I'd get that result. both these quizzes say I'm cautious and paranoid. I guess I am. It's just weird that a quiz result compares me to Hitler. I wonder what I'd look like with a mustache. You can find out here.

Apparently I focus on worst case scenarios. I guess I'm a glass half empty kind of girl. Even though it doesn't seem possible to have half of nothing....

If the Shoe Fits...

Check out these adorable shoes I saw today at Payless (the actual store). I saw them almost as soon as I arrived at my size (10) and reached for them almost as a reflex. I love Payless. Almost all my shoes come from that store, and I have more shoes than most girls my age. I used to hate shoes, but now I can't get enough of them. As soon as these shoes get marked down or I have enough money, I'm going to pounce. They are to die for. They're classic forties glamour. I can't decide whether to get them in blue or black. I guess I have time to decide. They're awesome!

So anyway today I visited Forever 21, the greatest store ever. The clothes are great, and so are the prices. I wanted a dress, and they had plenty. I tried on about five, and was torn between two: a black wrap dress and a halter polka dot dress. The dresses to which I linked aren't the exact dresses, but they're eerily similar. Well, after much thought, I ended up buying neither; I chose the first one I tried on. I had sort of forgotten about it, and when I grabbed all the dresses I saw it and realized it was the best one. I couldn't find a picture of it, but it's a tan khaki shirt dress with buttons all the way down and a matching tie belt. It's very similar to this dress, except mine's a lighter color and the buttons are the same color as the dress. But other than that, they're practically the same dress. It's adorable, and extremely versatile. I can do so many things with it. That's why I chose it. I'm very pleased. It would be incredible with those shoes. And while browsing the Forever 21 site, I caught sight of this dress. I don't remember seeing it in the store. Anything green makes me drool. Except broccoli.

I am tired of summer. It's too hot. I can't wear my favorite autumn clothes. My life is like those commercials for Sex and the City when they hold out a shoe for each day, and Sunday and Monday are boring, and then Tuesday and Wednesday are really flashy, since that's when the show is on. Well, in the commercial for my life, a pair of ugly shorts would be held up as the announcer said "Spring" in a bored voice, and then a boring white tank top would be held up as she said "Summer" in the same bored voice. Then a fabulous shirt dress, like the one I just got would be held up and the announcer would say in an excited voice, "Autumn!" Then a brightly colored turtleneck would be held up and the announcer would say, even more excited, "Winter!" That's exactly my life.

GREEN with Envy

Look at this gorgeous green 1950's sun dress from vintageous.com! I LOVE green and I LOVE vintage, so seeing this dress makes me drool! Unfortunately, it's very expensive and also SOLD, but I can still admire it. Can you imagine getting on the bus the first day back to The Prison wearing that?! That would be the coolest thing possible. Everybody would be in their boring tank tops and capri pants and I would be in this vintage vision walking the halls like an old Hollywood movie star. Can't you just see Audrey Hepburn in this? Of course, it'd have to be a glorious Technicolor film to show off the amazing green color! I am in awe. I'm picturing how great it would be to wear this to school. NOBODY wears stuff like this to my school. They don't even wear stuff like this to the formal dances. Check out pictures of my eighth grade formal dress here, as long as we're on the subject of school dances. Mine was channeling 1920's flappers. And I wore comfortable shoes. Most girls had thrown their heels in the corner halfway through the dance. Plus, it was really cheap. And no, I am not wearing my glasses in the photographs. I was a bad girl. Back to the green dress. I'd imagine some really hip high school in NYC or LA might have a few fashionistas sporting stuff like this, but not in the suburbs. I believe Leith, creator of the blog You Know You Love It says it best: "Highschool in the suburbs is what some people call Le Suck. But only if you have crap clothes, everything looks better when you're wearing something stylish." That's exactly it, and this dress would make everything better. My fashionephile (I made up a word!?) is coming out, as you can see. And check out these shoes from remixvintageshoes.com! The green pair would be perfect with the dress! Oh, if only these clothes were incredibly cheap! Well, we can't all be Carrie Bradshaw. But we can try to come close.

Knit One, Click Two

I can knit! After watching a section of a worn knitting video multiple times, I finally got the hang of it. So I spent hours the next two days knitting an unidentified object. I sort of messed up a few times, but at last I figured out that if I made it really skinny, it was almost impossible to mess up. So now I'm knitting a cute green scarf. It's turning out very well, and I have plenty of yarn. The ball of yarn is so huge it resembles a huge green vegetable just resting there on the couch next to me. I should name it. I guess I'll name it Veggie. Pretty soon Veggie will be all gone, transformed into a scarf or two like a caterpillar turned into a butterfly. Anyway, my fingers are sore from knitting, but it's getting much less painful the more I do it. It's rather fun! As I knit, my background entertainment has been either Britcoms (especially Keeping up Appearances) and Turner Classic Movies. I didn't even have time to blog yesterday because I was so busy knitting.

So I saw Click yesterday, and it made me think. A lot. In the movie, Adam Sandler gets a remote that controls his life. Literally. It can fast forward, pause, and rewind his life. But it gets out of hand when he fast forwards too far, and his life is going by too fast. Of course, through the whole movie I was wondering why he didn't just hit rewind so he could go back. It's like when I saw The Wizard of Oz and kept wondering why Dorothy didn't just flip over the stupid hour glass when the Witch locked her up. But, then there wouldn't be a movie. Anyway, Click made me think about how horrible it would be to fast forward through life. Never getting to experience all the great things and never learning from mistakes or getting stronger from hard times. Of course, Adam Sandler didn't get much warning about it. He thought it was just a TV remote. And by the way, it's great that Christopher Walken is finally getting some new work. I mean, he's not in anything.

Mailboxes Etc.

So, I saw The Lake House last week, and it got me thinking about corresponding with people you've never met. Personally, stuff like that creeps me out and I avoid it at all costs. But some people really do e-mail people they don't know and create relationships. In this movie, however, instead of the magical world of e-mail and chat rooms as the source of correspondence, it's a magical mailbox and the space-time continuum!

In the movie, Sandra Bullock is in the year 2006, and Keanu Reeves is in 2004. They both live at the same lake house in their separate years, and one day they realize that they can pass letters through a magical mailbox at the lake house and write to each other, while they're each in different years. Of course, as in all movies when something magical happens, they go through about 3 seconds of shock and then they're like, "Well, okay, let's become pen pals across time." So they fall in love through the letters. Now, first of all, if I saw the flag on my mailbox magically pop up and then found a letter in it that wasn't there a second ago when I was standing right next to the mailbox, I would probably run screaming into the house and never come out. Second of all, It's dangerous to fall in love with someone you've never met. You don't know who they are! A 30 year old woman could fall in love with a 10 year old boy or an 80 year old man. People can act differently in letters than they do in real life. Of course, if it's a 10 year old, the misspellings might be a clue. But so many people purposely misspell things that you can't even tell a person's age by their messages. Maybe this movie is sending a bad message to all the 13 year old girls who flock to the theaters to see deep-voiced, intense-looking, eerily serious Keanu Reeves. Maybe they will seek out their equivalent of The Lake House by looking for their own Keanu in a chat room. And what happens then? I don't even want to imagine it. It's like in You've Got Mail and Shop Around the Corner (which are the same movie, except about sixty years apart. In fact, The Lake House is really a more dramatic version of both movies, with the extra element of the space-time continuum.). I don't care if the guy is Keanu Reeves, Tom Hanks, or Jimmy Stewart. I wouldn't know who he was, and I'm not taking any chances. I know I sound like an after-school program here, but it's not always going to be Keanu Reeves on the other side of that mailbox, girls. Who knows? Maybe I'm not really who I say I am. I could be a balding middle-aged man. But I'm not.

Anyway, I really liked The Lake House, so I really shouldn't be complaining too much. I thought it was a clever idea, but all that time business made my brain hurt slightly. I'll survive, though. Well, I'm off to find problems with more movies that I liked. I'm saving the world!

What's on my Ear? Loeb.

So, I'll admit I'm not a huge music fan. Sure, I own a bunch of CDs and I have favorite musicians and I like music. But I'm not a really big fan. I do, however, adore Lisa Loeb. She inspired me to embrace the fact that I wear glasses. Look at her! She looks great in them. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen her without her glasses. Anyway, I first became a fan when I heard a song of hers during the credits of The Bumblebee Flies Anyway, starring Elijah Wood. I'd seen her before on an episode of Pyramid. It was right before I got my glasses. I saw her glasses and thought, "Hey, those glasses are cool. I'm getting a pair like those." Then I heard the song in the film and said, "Okay, I am buying her CD." So I did, and I absolutely adored it. If I hadn't been an Elijah Wood fan, I may never have known how great Lisa Loeb's music is. Anyway, after I heard her first album, I bought her others, and I cannot wait until she comes out with another one! I remember asking my mom while browsing in a used CD store while picking up a Lisa Loeb album, "What kind of music does Lisa Loeb play?" My mother had heard of her, but was unsure about what her music was like. If I only knew then that she would soon become my favorite musician! I once compared one of her songs to an Emily Dickinson poem in English class.

In addition to Lisa Loeb, I am a fan of Jewel. My dad thought I'd like her music, so I bought one of her CDs, and I loved it, so I bought the other ones. When I say I bought the others I don't mean all at one time. I can never keep my cash long enough to buy more than one CD at once. Well, I have done that once or twice, but usually I don't. Anyway, she just came out with a new album, and I think it may be my favorite. I even have a copy of her poetry book, and I shared one with my English class one day.

I also like Tegan and Sara. I read about them in a magazine, listened to their music in a CD store, loved it, and (guess what?!) bought one of their CDs. You know the rest of the story. It's the same as the other two. Anyway, I have their three albums.


So anyway, now you know my musical taste. Tomorrow maybe something interesting will actually occur (gasp) so I can write something a little more... deep. Ha! Like I could write anything deep!

TV T's

Television is great. And do you know what is also great (and arguably better? By arguably I mean I would argue.)? Television show t-shirts! Yay!

Anyway, my favorite TV shows have great t-shirts available. I'd like to showcase them here, because I like them.

The first show that has a wonderful t-shirt is The Soup. I watch this show every Friday night at 10 PM on E!. The shirt is very simple, not quite as fun as you'd expect from such a silly show, but it's still a pretty nice t-shirt. It's available at E's shopping website.

The second shirt is not a shirt especially for the television show, but it is an adorable shirt. It's for Gilmore Girls, on the WB at 8 PM on Tuesdays, and ever since I saw Rory wearing it at the breakfast table at Yale, I've been in love with it. It tells the truth, and it has a picture of a girl with glasses. Could it get any better? When I saw it on the Gilmore Girls site, I was amazed.

The next shirt is for Lost, on Wednesdays at 9 PM on ABC. There are so many great shirts on the ABC website that it was hard to just pick one to showcase. But this one is pretty cool, and you have to be a Lost fan to figure it out (although most people are pretty familiar with the numbers, even if they don't watch the show). There's also a few Driveshaft t-shirts, and one that says "I'm a bloody rock god." There's also an Oceanic sweatshirt and a Dharma shirt. There's a shirt that reads "Press the button," and on the other side it shows the timer in the hatch. If you're a Lost fan, also check out my mom's website, where she writes about her incredible theory for the show. I think she's right.

Last but certainly not least is Monty Python's Flying Circus. Yes, there are no new episodes. But I don't care. This t-shirt from cafepress.com is very cute and funny. The website has hundreds of designs for Monty Python. I also especially liked one with a gnome on it that read "We are the gnomes who say 'Gni!'" It's cute! Don't deny it! It's a very clever idea.

Anyway, I'm probably not buying any of these soon, since I'm skint (watch Gilmore Girls). But they're still fun to look at. And the shows are good, too.

Movies=Oxygen

I am a movie fan. I have been for a while now. I've always loved going to the theater and renting movies from Hollywood Video, a store which has very limited selection. I never really enjoyed classic movies (I never call them old; people are offended when they're called old so why should we call a movie old?) until I was about twelve years old. I saw Roman Holiday on television, and I absolutely adored it. I also adored Audrey Hepburn, who is now one of my favorite actresses of all time. Anyway, most kids think classic movies are lame, and most don't change their opinion as they grow up. But I love them. I began renting them and whenever we watched them in school I would smile in anticipation as the other kids groaned in dread. A few years ago a teacher read out to us a list of AFI's top films of all time. As he read some of them out, I realized that I had no right to call myself a movie fan. I hadn't seen the greatest films of all time. I was missing out! So I vowed to (as a life goal) see every film to win the Oscar for Best Picture. This seemed like a better idea at the time, because the list gets longer each year. But if I see the winner when it comes out in the theater I'll be ahead. I've seen about thirty already, but that's out of almost eighty. But through this goal, I've earned a much greater appreciation for film and film-makers. I can now at least call myself a junior cinephile.

Every cinephile (junior or senior) needs a few things to help them along. Mine are definitely Turner Classic Movies (TCM), a classic movie channel that truly appreciates film. The channel has no commercials during the movie, and in between the movies instead of showing commercials, they show segments about films or actors, they have previews for upcoming movies on the channel, and sometimes they show fun short films. The films are always in letterbox if it is available. Overall, it's a great channel that shows films I can't find anywhere else. Another resource is PREMIERE magazine. It's a movie magazine, and I like it because it doesn't just focus on the new blockbusters; it is truly a movie fan's magazine. It talks about blockbusters, indie films, new DVDs, and classic films. They often have countdown lists that never fail to include the classics, and they speak about film in an intelligent way. There are good reviews and articles, and they often have crossword puzzles and contests. Another resource is my local library. Sometimes when I can't find a movie anywhere, I look at my library. Sometimes they have a copy right there, and other times I order it from another branch. I used to have Hollywood Video as a resource, because we had a monthly rental plan there, but after over a year of rentals, the selection became so poor that we just stopped renting. It's sad, but I have other places I can see movies.

I love going to the movies. It's like oxygen.

An Apple is Born!

Yes, my friends, Apple has been born! This birth is bigger than Shiloh Jolie-Pitt's birth. People around the world are at this very moment estimating the value of a photograph of my adorable Apple. The value: priceless.

As already established, Apple has undergone her fabric and paint change operation and is doing just fine. She sits adorably by the window with her pom-poms and her bright green color and just smiles. I am so proud. She is the "apple" of my eye. I know it's corny, but I just had to say it.

Anyway, it is the first day of summer. I cannot believe I've been out of school for almost a month now and just today summer has arrived. People were saying it was summer in May. That's probably because it's a thousand degrees out. Okay, I'm exaggerating. It's only five hundred degrees out. But either way, it's still hot. Maybe Paris Hilton should change her line for the summer. She should just go outside and say, "It's hot."

So, I don't have much (I actually first spelled it "musch." It's a problem I have.) else to write, because I'm out of original ideas. Don't worry. They'll come eventually.

Knitting and Internet Noise

Am I the only person in the world who doesn't understand why, in the technology-driven, advanced world in which we live, no one has come up with a way to make the horrible, unbearable noise a computer makes while logging on to the Internet silent? And I know what you're probably thinking: "Turn the sound off." But not only do we live in a technologically advanced world; we also live in a lazy world. We are lazy because we are technologically advanced. It's a vicious circle.

I've taken up knitting... sort of. I checked out a HUGE knitting book from the library, and after reading through the first few chapters was convinced that the book was actually written for experienced knitters. The cover did say it was useful for people who had never before picked up a needle, but I think that's just a joke for the knitters to laugh at. So after taking a break from it for an hour or two, I had a sudden rush of motivation while watching The Tonight Show. So I reached over, picked up the needles and the yarn, and after fifteen minutes of various styles of looping, managed to finish the first row. At least I hope so. Jay Leno inspired me. Thanks, Jay. Now if I only knew how to do another row....

Aliens are Not Involved, But Wall Paper Is

Well, aliens, I've concluded, are not involved. It just simply takes a very long time to update my blog, apparently. I'll just have to learn to be patient, I suppose.

Anyway, now that we have that all cleared up, let's talk about Apple, my new piece of furniture. I've named it that for many reasons, including:

a.) The wood has been painted apple green and it will soon be upholstered with an apple green flower fabric and green pom-pom trim.

b.) I like apples.

I did not, however, name it Apple because Gwyneth Paltrow named her daughter that. Even though I do think it's a cute name. I'm embarrassed to say so, because I normally despise celebrity baby names. More on that later.

Anyway, back to my Apple. I got the fabric yesterday, and it's reversible, so on one side it's green with white flowers, and on the other side it's white with green flowers. I'm using the second side for the seat, and then the other side will be used for a new valence for my windows. My current valence is white and puffy with a bunch of little blue flowers on it. It's okay, but kinda old and pretty boring. Now it'll be funky, just like the rest of my room. I am very proud of my funky room. I recently redecorated it and it looks very cool. I had to work around the blue and white cloudy wall paper that has been there since I was a baby. I do still wish I could paint it green or blue or something vibrant. I LOATHE wall paper!

In addition to apples, Apple, and apple green, I love sitcoms. TBS runs the best sitcom reruns. I watch them almost every night before I watch the late night talk shows. Only the reruns of the sitcoms are good, though, because the new ones are stupid for the most part, in my opinion, and most of them only last one season, if that. How can you compare them to the successful Friends or Will and Grace or Everybody Loves Raymond? Good sitcoms don't come around very often. They come around about as often as a good comedic movie. But I'll save that post for another day.

I haven't listened to a CD since I actually had homework. Remember those days, back in May? I am guilty of doing homework with music on AND in front of the television. Maybe that's why it takes me so long. What can I say? It reminds me that some form of fun actually exists, which is difficult to believe when you're doing homework assigned by The Prison. It's hard to believe in fun when you're finding the sine of an angle. But some people do think that stuff is fun, and I applaud them. Hey, I think writing is fun, and that's something people do in The Prison. I didn't say they did it well, but they do it. Some people like math and science; I like English. And Latin. Basically anything to do with words and languages is good for me. And that does not include the language of math or science. A hyperbole and a hyperbola are very different things.

I lucked out this year because for the first time in a thousand years, there was no summer math packet! It seems too good to be true, though, so maybe when I get back to The Prison they'll give us the twist, like there's no summer math packet, but we're taking a test on what would have been on it. I sure hope not. Great. Now I'm scared.

Well, my "programs" are on now. If there's two, no three (ONE... TWO... FIVE!), things I love about summer, it's sleeping in until one in the afternoon, staying up late, and actually having programs. And having a new DVD player to watch classic movies is nice, too. But that's all. Well, unless you include not having to go to The Prison, which is the really big one. But nothing else, I promise. Unless you include...

Aliens

I believe aliens do, in fact, have something to do with the fact that I am having serious trouble updating my blog. I believe in aliens, you know. Maybe they're sending some sort of radio waves through space that are interfering with the Internet, and that's making it really slow. Maybe every time the Internet is even a little slow, it's because of the aliens. I bet they're up there laughing at us because our Internet is slow.

Updating is Hard

Updating my blog is hard! every time I republish it, it says it is republished successfully, but then when I view the blog, the home page doesn't show my last post. It only shows the first one. I'm confused, and the help page doesn't help, like you'd think it would, since that's what it's called. You'd think a help page would help a little. Maybe I'm just being impatient. I'll check tomorrow. Perhaps aliens have something to do with it.

Lockey, the Love of My Life

Summer goes by much too quickly. I mean, I still have quite a while till I have to go back to school, but it still feels like the days are too short, and I'm not doing anything fun enough. In movies, kids have a blast during summer vacation. In The Goonies, they go on a treasure hunt. In The Parent Trap, two girls find out they're TWINS! In North, Elijah Wood (who I adore, by the way) sets out to find new parents. In The War, the kids build a huge tree house and fight over it. Nothing like that EVER happens to me over the summer. I sit around, read whatever I'm supposed to read, watch TV for hours, eat junk, maybe see a movie, then go to sleep and do the same thing the next day.

And the next thing I know, school's back in session, and I have to drag myself to The Prison to memorize the route to all my classes so that on the first day of school I'm not wandering around bumping into people as I try to find the room number on the map. Then I go home, load up my bag (which by now has gathered a fair amount of dust since I've hidden it away so I'm not reminded of what it represents) with all the heavy supplies I need and wait the few days before the torture begins. Then I almost break my neck getting the bag on my back, walk awkwardly out the door, and hop on the bus where everybody's just carrying a binder or a notebook and looking completely innocent, like, "I don't need any supplies. Why would you? Do people actually do work in school? I thought it was just to socialize." Then I go through the thousand-hour first day and meet the people to whom I'll be complaining for the rest of the year. "You forgot to grade this" or "You added the points up wrong." Then I get home, finish whatever ridiculous homework I have, go to bed, and do it all over again the next day.

I need to do something fantastic over the summer, like write a novel or win a pie-eating contest or something. Maybe if it was apple or cherry, but not a meat pie or anything like that. I could design an evening gown. But then I'd have no place to wear it. It's not like I go out to a movie premiere or a dinner party at Oprah's house every night (Her lawn looks like a football field. That's some walk to the front door. She probably has to provide a shuttle for her guests.). I was thinking of learning to knit. Someone one told me I looked like a girl who knits. I do want to live up to my image, you know. I saw a knitting book that I thought I'd get. I could knit socks that don't fit and a hat for my cat (I'm a poet and I didn't even know it.) and scarves and useless pot holders (since I can't cook to save my life, unless popcorn and toast and peanut butter sandwiches and dip count) and pillow cases. Oh, that would be fun! I'm gonna start as soon as possible. People who knit are cool. I'll have stuff to wear in the winter.

So today I went to an antique (my FAVORITE word, ever since I knew how to spell it) shop to look for a shelf to put in my room since I don't have any more room for my countless books (I should really just sell some of them, but I don't want to. Any excuse to get a fun new addition to my room is great!). I saw a fantastic vintage gym locker with a couple of added shelves inside. I LOVED it! The two of us had a connection right away. Lockey (Yes, I've named it. I name everything I feel especially close to.) looked at me, and I looked at him, and we just clicked. But, alas, I couldn't have him, since he was too tall to fit in the car. I sulked and sighed (That's an understatement. Just ask my mom.), but my spirits were lifted when I found a fabulous rack to put my clothes on for the next day, with a cute little seat at the bottom (so I don't have to almost fall over to put on my shoes every morning). I could have it and I'm going to reupholster the seat and paint it. Lockey, however, will always be in my heart, and I hope he finds someone special to take him home and fill him with lovely things. I just don't think he'll be as happy as he would with me, holding my books and smiling at me with that rusty metal smile of his. I just didn't understand the graffiti on the inside of his door: "He You are fool." What strange person would write that?

Well, I am reading Brave New World by Aldous Huxley for The Prison right now, and I am unsure about whether I like it. I mean, some things are obviously very clever, but other things are a bit boring. Maybe I'm only unsure because The Prison recommended it.

I've written a novel already here, so I suppose I'll stop for now and save some of my thoughts for another post. I'll dream of Lockey tonight, I'm sure of it.

Confessions of the Near-Sighted

This is my first post on my first blog, Near-Sighted, named after the fortunate fact that I am. Near-sighted. But unlike most, I am extremely proud of it, and I cherish my glasses like my own child. Lots of glasses-wearing people have been very successful and used their glasses as their signature: Woody Allen, Drew Carrey, Tina Fey, and of course, the very talented Lisa Loeb. Glasses should not be a burden; they should be a joy! So, although I am not wearing them now (since I'm NEAR-sighted, and the computer screen is very NEAR), I adore them when I do wear them, which is every day, except for those lovely days when I sleep on the couch for hours on end. I'm getting sleepy just thinking about it. Anyway, welcome to my blog, and I hope this will become something very special (the blog).