Don't Stop Believing

I love Journey. I really do.
I've recently discovered the reason behind my constant fatigue and numb arms/legs: I'm majoring lacking Vitamin B-12. There's no way I'm going to be gorging myself on grass-fed beef liver, so I hardboiled two eggs (the first one came out raw--how on earth can I ruin an egg?) and had them for dinner. Felt like two silky-smooth, chickengina-tinted ovals of cholesterol sliding down my throat.
I'm trying to be more tolerant of people...and trying my best to say only the best. (I feel like such a Mormon, albeit the fact that I say God's name in vain at least 389207158 times a day)
I found an online auction that has the book I want.
I want to watch Ghost World.
I think I'm suffering from paranoia.
Is it me or has it been freezing cold at night? Calm me pathetic, but I've still been sleeping with 3 blankets nightly.
Finals are coming up. Eesh.

Cat Power does a mean Wonderwall

I feel like a kid again.
I've been given "time-limits" on the computer due to excess usage of ma soeur. And when it is my turn to use it, I either:
1) Forget what I wanted to do, so I end up spending most of my "Internet Ration" listening to music, looking up Bruce Robinson/Keith Murray/whoever-it-is-this-month and Wiking the latest books/movies I feel like reading/watching
2) Am constantly forced to one side of the already small, uncomfortably positioned chair while ma soeur continues to msn her friends, promising It'll only take a minute, really, or trying to usher me into the cliched I-have-a-project-to-do excuse.
Internet is someone you want by your side at all times. Internet hates me.
I feel like I haven't blogged in ages so here it is, my worries and wondries:
1. Saturday: Great time with Kyra at La Tazza.
2. Monday: Funny call with McMeanie, whom I promised the return of her bikini
3. Tuesday: Spent the entire day trying to round up some apostles and spread my new religion. (Just kidding.) But I was telling everyone about the thing (which I pretty much ripped off of Reincarnation but hush hush) and all I got were nervous giggles, blank looks, or what-the-fuck faces.
4. I'm actually a bit worried about the Finals now that everyone's talking about them. Balls.
5. British people say the durnest things. Sometimes, though, Cockney accents annoy me. And reminds me of class-D sherry.
6. I wish I could talk/write like those amazing people I am so utterly jealous of. Time to be a sponge and absorb!
7. I wish I could really, really, really understand Dickens, whom I love dearly despite never even meeting him. His sentences are a slap on the face to those meanie teachers who told me people who use runon sentence galore will suck at life. It's a double-slap to those who have bad vocab (like me) and can't understand every other sentence.

I'm reading Lolita now, about a nymphet and an infatuated Frenchman. God, I love these twisted sort of stories. Now all I need is $40 bucks to buy a 30-page novella and my week will be set.

My assumed blog feels more like a Twitter Tweet/an online notepad than an actual blog these days.
I watched Wanted yesterday/this morning. It reminded me of a sub par Fight Club with guns and exaggerated special effects (but pleasant cinemontography).
Withnail & I has made it to my top movies lists. Recommended.
Still Crazy is also pretty decent. Also recommended.
There's this one guy in Still Crazy who
(Both are avaliable on Youtube)
I still want to watch The Story of Adele H.
Upcoming movies: Heathers, Just Let Them Chirp A While, The Last Kiss, How to Get Ahead in Advertising, Run Lola Run, Memento, The Girl in the Cafe
Upcoming books: The Peculiar Memories of Thomas Penman, Dry: A Memoir, Lolita, Frankenstein, Lolita, Notre-Dame de Paris, Invisible Monsters

Watching Still Crazy.
I'm becoming a giant Bruce Robinson junkie.

I want to watch The Story of Adele H.
Thee Victor Hugo's daughter, directed by thee François Truffaut, complete with thee Isabelle Adjani and thee Bruce Robinson. What's not to love?

Mr. Sir knows exactly how to make me feel like complete and utter crap.

I'm in love with someone in the past.
Balls.
I. Am. Going. Insane.
Fuck. It.

Rumor has it that there'll be an earthquake at 9. Six more minutes. The anticipation is shaking me. We'll see.

Some people write the most amazing short stories. I'm oozing with a custard-like jealousy. Seeth seeth, munch munch. Swallow, smile.

Movie mania.
Closer, Towelhead, My Blueberry Nights, Garden State, Shanghai Kiss, Superbad, Puccini For Beginners, Across the Universe, Fight Club

Upcoming:
Vicky Cristina Barcelona, Capote, Withnail and I, 500 Days of Summer, Paper Heart, Just Let Them Chirp Awhile, In Search of a Midnight Kiss.

La Tazza Cafe, Downtown Covina.

Paranoia

Thank you Yelp, for making me a food-obsessed, wannabe-connoisseur. Now I only need a car and a Rachel-Ray-like TV show to make my dreams come true.
This summer, I'm going to go on a cafe/bakery/sandwich shop expedition.

I've been extremely paranoid these days. I really just don't why.
Someone, anyone, please just assure me that the world's not going to end in 2012 and I'll be better. For a little while.
Fucking Internet and Youtube commenters.