"Fill me with your little babies!"
Missy and I celebrated Emma Thompson's birthday on Monday by watching a few of her films, Remains of the Day, Maybe Baby, and Peter's Friends. She's so incredible! She horribly good at crying and the best thing about Peter's Friends... her character is so neurotic, it's hysterical. Stephen Fry though is wonderful, too. "It's called a pot-belly, Andrew. We have those in England, along with culture."
Missy and I have decided that while we still absolutely love Kenneth Branagh, he certainly fucked up, letting her go:)
It's so hot right now... feels more like July than April. There's something in the air, though, like there are pheromones floating about. Susie, a girl in my Creative Writing class, asked me what the "definition" of spring fever was. I said there isn't exactly a definition, but symptoms. My first thought was indiscriminate lust, but instead I replied, "inability to sit still for any length of time... the desire to drive around aimlessly with the windows down."
"Does it affect hormones at all?"
"Definitely."
Lindsay and I finally saw Monster's Ball... terribly depressing. Mainly, I felt sorry for Heath Ledger's character. "You hate me, don't you? I always loved you." So sad.
I'm sad to say that I haven't seen Trading Spaces at all this week... I miss Gen and Doug, man. It's essential then that I watch Howard's End. Don't ask me how one leads to the other. I can't say, but there it is. I also need to add that to the list of books I must read this summer.
Missy and I have decided that while we still absolutely love Kenneth Branagh, he certainly fucked up, letting her go:)
It's so hot right now... feels more like July than April. There's something in the air, though, like there are pheromones floating about. Susie, a girl in my Creative Writing class, asked me what the "definition" of spring fever was. I said there isn't exactly a definition, but symptoms. My first thought was indiscriminate lust, but instead I replied, "inability to sit still for any length of time... the desire to drive around aimlessly with the windows down."
"Does it affect hormones at all?"
"Definitely."
Lindsay and I finally saw Monster's Ball... terribly depressing. Mainly, I felt sorry for Heath Ledger's character. "You hate me, don't you? I always loved you." So sad.
I'm sad to say that I haven't seen Trading Spaces at all this week... I miss Gen and Doug, man. It's essential then that I watch Howard's End. Don't ask me how one leads to the other. I can't say, but there it is. I also need to add that to the list of books I must read this summer.