~hinah14

A wretched silence fills the air. The people inside wander directionless, their wan, undernourished faces pale with the tint that come only from living purely on memories. Some attempt to speak, rendering instead only a low, sad sound. What am I speaking of?

THE COSTCO SAMPLE CARTS WERE CLOSED YESTERDAY!

Why do they think people go there? For cheap food packaged in bulk? NO. It is for the delicious mini-meals to be found throughout the warehouse, coercing you into buying more, more, MORE!

...okay, so I went on a Tuesday and there were like 3 people total in the store and it was practically a mausoleum in there for God's sakes but STILL. I must have my samples. EACH DAY MUST BE EQUALLY SAMPLE-FULL.

Anyway...

I would wear a muumuu with pride and, if I may say so myself, some sort of flair. I would gladly allow myself to be attired in a sari. But a burka is out of the question. Why?

The sound is so off! Muumuu just glides off the tongue, and sari is the verbal equivalent of lavender sorbet- exotic and delicious! Burka is- well, its equivalent is dry toast. Not cool. Nope.

What music do you listen to? I like Kate Nash, Nat King Cole, Regina Spektor, Mika, Les Choristes, Jack Johnson, Tim Meyers, and and embarrassing amount to Broadway show tunes. Like, so many that they deserve their own section. But they won't get it.

I am alive. Aren't you proud of me? I survived security checks, crazy Tube rides, and unforgiving airplane seats all to be back at home. And what a home it is. God, I love my bed...

So I saw Wall-E today, and while it is by no means movie of the year, it is funny, charming, and really adorable. I mean come on. Robots in love? You are just asking for a rave review. The thing that could have upped the rating would have been a better plot, as the original wears a bit thin. But see it... you'll (probably) like it.

What is your favorite time of day? Mine is (guess it) night. I like the dark and the quiet. And sparklers. But that, people, is another story.

I'll be around, so drop me a note, or a comment, or whatever. I'm sure to reply.

Lise

Those of you who know me closely in real life (you know who you are, and you draw unicorns in my yearbook) know that I am traveling to London, England this summer. Now, my excitement cannot be suitably expressed on the internet, no matter how many exclamation points (!!!!!) I use. I ADORE LONDON.

The first time I went I was six, and my most vivid memory is throwing up in the sink of our apartment from a violent bout of strep throat. That was a fun plane ride, let me tell you.

The second time was a year ago, and I had (finally!) managed to get over my habit of sticking my hands in my mouth after touching sidewalks, playgrounds, and buses. Therefore, no sickness, and an exponentially better time. Best week of my life.

The only part that's a bit dodgy is the actual airplane part of it. I love the whole idea of air travel- fast! efficient! intriguing! Reality? Airplanes are boring! disorganized! cesspools! etc. etc.

I have this wonderful picture in my head where I breeze through security, step onto the plane, sit in first class next to someone my own age who shares many of my interests and immediately wants to become, like...penpals, or something. Later, after a few hours of sleep and a delicious meal, I step off the plane and effortlessly grab my luggage, go to the flat, and then sightsee.

SOOO NOT HAPPENING. None of that has occurred, or will, in my lifetime. I always get seated by the old man who glares evilly at the episodes of Project Runway that I'm watching, or the guy who hasn't showered, and therefore decides to mask it with a gallon of cologne. Ew.

So I'm going on the 29 of June and returning on the 7th. Wish me luck against the fuel shortages, terrorists, and vortexes. You can find me by the AARP tour group.

I hate myself for reading Stephanie Meyer's Twilight books.

BUT-

I hate myself more for ENJOYING them.

Ever since they came out, and the initial outcry of "OMGZ THESE BOOKZ ROCK!!!!!1!!" appeared, I've been skeptical. A book about vampires, maybe. A book about a teenage girl, totally. A book about love, definitely. (guilty pleasure...) But a book about a teenage girl in love with a vampire? Um, no. And when I heard that the vampire sparkled, Twilight lost all credibility in my eyes. I mean, seriously?

But today it was there, through a chain of events, sitting in front of me. I had nothing to do, and an hour to do it in. So I picked it up and began to read. I finished 300 pages in that hour, and no, I was not skimming, I just read fast. The hour passed quickly, what with the reading and the sitting and the snapping at people who dared interrupt me for God's sakes I am reading here.

Long story short? It's an good book. While it's clearly a first novel, (Oh lord if I see the phrase "coal-black eyes" one more time, so help me God...) it is wonderful. I'll restrain myself from rambling and trying to explain why, with so many odd plot elements and vampires, anyone should read Twilight, let alone like it. But I can't explain.

That's it. I have gone to the clearly dark side. Oh my.

As you can probably tell, impressionable reader, I saw the epic Prince Caspian movie today. If you're wondering, I do have a life in between all the movies I'm seeing. Anyways: it was beautiful. Special effects were flawless, characters well done, plot slightly different than the book- but in the most amazing ways possible. (Have any of you seen it? If so, OMG THE LAST 3 MINUTES MADE ME NEARLY CRY. I AM SUCH A SUCKER FOR MOVIE LOVE.) You know what I'm talking about, if you've seen it. Oh God. *tears up*

... beyond that, I spent my weekend doing homework, seeing Iron Man (again), watching the 7 Deadly Sins of House marathon, planning my summer, listening to NPR's oddly addictive news show, Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me, and vacuuming my bookshelves. Yes. What? They were dusty.

I only dream when I sleep well, and yes, I dream in color. Lately I've been having great dreams about random stuff happening to me, but it's all good stuff. I actually rarely have bad dreams, and even then it's about dumb things like, Oh no, my grades dropped! Tell me about your dreams, people!

Movie-watching, Caspian-wanting *sigh*, dream-having, and yours,

Lise