You call it voyeurism. I call it love.
Yeah, like
this needed to be proven. Of course Alan won. Alright, he tied with Jeremy Irons, who admittedly has a nice voice.
Speaking of Jeremy Irons, the new Brideshead Revisited isn't playing anywhere in Tucson. I suppose it's for the best, because I hear it's not so great. But it has Emma Thompson, my #2 girlcrush, so I'll have to see it at some point.
Jessica and I have a whole list of things we need to do. Okay, we actually only have three things: watch Harold&Maude (she bought me a copy; I'm naming my first child after her), finish our APUSH stuff (I've finished over half, I've just left the hard bits to do with Allan and her), and play the West Wing Drinking Game (we tried with Diet Dr. Pepper, and it was disgusting; Pepsi this time, I think).
I'm so screw with the HonAmLit assignment. I read the book. I even enjoyed the book a little. I highlighted and Post-It'd and bookmarked the book. But I have no idea where to start on the questions. My ideas just aren't making sense.
I'm going in to help Goldin set up her classroom on Thursday. That should be fun. One never know who I might...run into.