Today, I woke up reeally early after a super-crazy dream and suddenly realized I haven't even been to blogger in weeks. Good old nostalgia. God, I love that word.
Twitter mania has been sweeping the nation. Seriously, I don't really see the superduperness in it. But that's just me and my prehistoric technology. I'm still using floppy disks. I really am a dinosaur.
I watched some good movies yesterday: Superbad, which wasn't super-bad, Moving McAllister which had nice music from the Format, and Puccini for Beginners, which was as good as a movie about bisexual love triangles could get.
On other news, I'm conforming to the saying, "Everyone in New York is writing a musical, everyone in LA is either acting or writing a book, everyone in San Fran is protesting about gay marriage, and everyone in Las Vegas--? Well, their just trying not to get arrested." To get ready I'm even listening to movie-soundtrack-esque music (i.e. The Rocket Summer. Every time I listen to "Do You Feel" I can see some kid running after a station wagon. Just me, though.)
I should be out socializing. But I've been [unsurprisingly] dead. Let's bring out the pills.