Spending the weekend at
fuskeez's house is always therapeutic for me. We watch tv, we drink, we talk, it is much awesomeness. This visit has included thus far:
+ matinee showing of Dreamgirls (I cried possibly 15-17 times! If there was an Oscar for Most Beautiful Woman In Life, Beyonce would win it. My god, is that girl gorgeous. My god! And the singing, wow, so Jennifer Hudson's season of American Idol is the only season of American Idol I didn't want, but she was so good. I continue to trust my parents' movie recommendations.)
+ 6 hours of Buffy (we're working our way through the whole series; we finished season 2 last night. Oh, Becoming, Becoming! No song has ever been greater in a tv show than Sarah McLachlan's "Full of Grace" was for that last scene. *heartbreak* I want to get through the first couple of episodes of season 3 today, but we'll have to see about that, because - )
+ my official introduction to The Office (Which, after season 1 and 2 episodes of season 2, I OMG LOVE LOTS AND LOTS. I want to watch all of season 2 before I leave here, and then download what Candy has up of season 3 and get all caught up by Thursday, because dear christ, what a show! Candy tells me that I am not unique in wanting a Jim for my very own, but I wonder if I am, in fact, unique for thinking that Jim is what a 28-year-old Patrick Stump would be like in an office setting.)
+ I painted my nails black. I ate fried chicken. I am in my oldest PJ pants and my Panic! At The Dino tank-top and it's 12:40 in the afternoon, and I'll be meeting
kenovay later, who is practically my oldest LJ friend, and I have school tomorrow night, wtf. WTF! Also, toothaches. I need to go to the dentist.
+ I suffered very bad Infinity on High withdrawals last night. *twitches*
+ people who feel miserable and unloved, I love you. ♥