Wouldn't it be nice to be Dorian Gray?
I love it when I'm a clever fish and incorporate things in my posts with titles.
So apparently there's a new Dorian Gray film coming out. My initial reaction was a earsplitting scream of potential glee and potential horror. I was reminded of that truly awful movie from the 50's or something. And then I remember Stuart Townsend's Dorian Gray, who was not so much like the Dorian in the book, but was sexy and awful and made me love the character before I even got my hands on the book.
Apparently the kid who played Prince Caspian in that Narnia movie is playing Dorian. Prince Caspian was my favorite literary character when I was in 7th-Dorian was my favorite 8th and beyond. Is it any wonder I'm excited?
Nanowrimo is not going well. I am far too busy for my own good, I'm feeling awfully stressed, my grandfather's in the hospital rawrrawrrawr, woe is me. And tomorrow is my birthday. I'll be the first to admit that I'm usually strangely shallow where birthdays are involved. I like the attention. It's the one day a year where I feel important for living. And of course, this year I have felt nothing but moderate apprehension about my birthday. I expect I will go through the day with a very mediocre amount of "happy birthdays" and my party will host a meager amount of friends, significantly lacking in the people of significant importance department (not to say people of significance will not be there, but I can think of one or two people who will not be showing who I would rather die without).
God damn. I am a negative nancy. I need to take a cold shower and get my ovaries ripped out or something.
Maybe tomorrow I'll go run away in the woods and write my novel. I need to write 4 chapters tonight to be able to keep up with it. Maybe I can do it.