Dia De Enero

I've heard a billion good things about The Tudors, so I started watching it tonight. Just the first episode, but I liked it and plan on watching more. I liked the costumes and all the history, as well as the political intrigue, but I did get annoyed at all the BOOBS. I don't mind seeing guys with their shirts off (and in fact, I really like that part of the three sex scenes in the first episode), but I don't really like seeing all the shirtless girls. Ugh. Still, I'll at least be watching a few more episodes. I love, love, love Britishness (accents! *swoon*) and history and everything else about the show. I'm a really big Dexter fan (though we don't get Showtime; I have to watch it online), and I like what I've seen of Weeds, so I'm thinking that this is probably just as good as those other Showtime shows.

Had spec practice today. Junior Spectacular is a program that raises money for prom, and it consists of four one-act plays written, directed, and acted by juniors at my school. I'm a writer/director of one, but more about that some other time. Anyway, I had a good time even though there was some animosity about the fact that I've missed three of our practices in the past two weeks. Frankly, I had no control: the first time, I was out of town; the second, my dad had to take relatives to Chicago and took my car, and so I couldn't go; the third, I had to babysit my sister. Since I live a half hour away it's really hard for me, and no one seems to understand my familial obligations and the sheer logistical problems of the whole thing. Whatever, I'm fine with it.

Out of all my friends, I haven't seen Eli in two weeks!! And that's totally a bummer, because we're getting to be really good friends, and his utter hilarity doesn't really come through via text message. Other than that, I think I've gotten to see most of my friends, even cilts, so it was a pretty satisfying break for all involved. However, I still have to finish my book for English, and write the stinking reader responses. AND memorize radians for precal. Ugh. Homework over break. Vomit.

Luckily, I can listen to Shakira--Dia De Enero is one of my favorite songs...soo pretty...and it's January (enero). I used some stick tape to tape my laptop lid together, and it seems to be working pretty well, better than scotch tape was.

One of my favorite things in the world is driving home on a dreary day and just listening to music and being all at peace with the world. I can't listen to anything too depressing or else I get very moody and introspective (in a BAAAD way...I really start hating my life...), but chill songs are always good bets. The Decemberists are perfect, as well as Sufjan Stevens.

We Must Sing, We Must Sing, We Must Sing

I went to Lauren's tonight and watched The Duchess, with Keira Knightley (a favorite actress of mine, despite the stupid "too thin" criticisms--she's just so pretty!). It was really, really good; full of lovely costumes and places and gorgeous hair, and good-looking guys (actually, just one, though Charles Grey's face wasn't much to my liking...without a shirt? yes please!).

Anyway, we also played Guitar Hero 3; subpar to World Tour, but still fun. We did co-op career mode and got about half-way through; obviously, we are obsessed and well on our ways to carpal tunnel syndrome.

Raegan tried to play that stupid walkie-talkie trick on me again today. She has her friend (today, Priya) stand outside my door with the walkie-talkie, and she stands in another room and calls my name. It's really obvious, the walkie-talkie's all staticky, but she seems to think it's utterly hilarious. It's cute, I guess, but annoying.

It was really cold driving home, and this car (all black, with really tinted windows!) seemed to be following me as I left Lauren's (followed me out of her neighborhood), and was incredibly creepy (even though I know that it's highly unlikely). Luckily it went straight when I turned. Phew. I was shaking the whole way home, but more because it's like twenty degrees outside and I didn't have any gloves.

"Cocoon" by The Decemberists is really pretty. I'm listening to it right now. I hadn't really paid much attention until now, but it's lovely.

Title from "At the Bottom of Everything" by Bright Eyes, the song I should memorize for the next time Charlie plays it. I'm tired of him and Matt knowing parts of it and me being like "I KNOW THIS I KNOW THIS BUT WHAT ARE THE WORDS?!" and wanting to show off my indie-ness to cute indie boys.

I kind of want to write, but it's 10:46, and I need some sleep. Probably not good, seeing as I never want to write anymore and this would be a good chance to do so, but I'm a senior citizen at heart and need to get some sleep.

Actually...would a senior citizen get so much enjoyment out of a guy wearing only a partially-unbuttoned pair of very 18th c. breeches?