They are number 3 on my list of favorite foods, trailing only pizza and barbeque stuffed potatoes.
Anyway, I don't know exactly when I broke my promise never to use this as an online journal, but that's what it is. I'm rather mortified. On the other hand, I rarely get to talk to some people anymore and this is the quickest way to tell everyone everything without having to repeat it a dozen times in the event we DO talk. I also assure myself that since I don't actually discuss my deeper feelings, I'm not really revealing anything about myself. So that's ok. I reserve that for the two or three people I feel most comfortable with sucks for you.
I am really excited about starting Shutter Island tomorrow! The first time I saw the movie trailer, I knew I had to see that movie. It looks deliciously creepy, which is exactly the kind of thing that I love not that I'm whacked in the head or anything. Once I found out that it was based on a book, I immediately went into defense mode-- I never EVER watch a book-movie unless I've read the book first. Mom drilled that into my head since the time I was small. So I immediately went to the library and, upon finding them all checked out no thanks to the movie, I placed one on reserve and finally picked it up today. It's killing me waiting to read it, but I want to save it until I'm alone at work after I've finished all my assignments OR until I can hole up in a dark room and read it by candlelight. The second option would be better for enjoyment and atmosphere, of course, but the former is more practical. Plus, being able to read at work is one of the reasons I dug my library card out of the dust bunnies. It would be defeating the purpose to read it anywhere else.
Next is Stephen King's It, if I can get my paws on it. I'm dying to read Dreamcatcher, but it's a sequel. Policy number two of reading is never to read a sequel first.
To continue my pointless tirade, I found out today that my brother hates Poe's The Raven. I was utterly mortified Soren-san's feelings were also hurt. The Raven is one of my absolute favorite poems. Ever. I love everything about it: The subject, the rhythm, and especially that famous singular word "Nevermore." It gives me chills up and down my spine. My brother shall have to be instructed in the ways of Poe. No brother of mine can go without a thorough appreciation for the two best poets in history-- Edgar Allan Poe and Toumas Holopainen I'm sure I misspelled that. Hehe... I just noticed both of them used the Pendulum in some of what I think are their greatest works. The Pit and the Pendulum and The Poet and the Pendulum the latter drawing from the former, of course.
I watched the newest subbed episode of Yamato Nadeshiko Shichihenge and was thoroughly satisfied. They brought Tamao in, finally, so there was a lot of hilarity involving her and Ranmaru. This episode proved to me that Miyao-san is the best actor of the bunch. He can do Ranmaru's cheesy flourishes and still come off looking genuine. I was in stitches. Furthermore, I think Kame-kun (Kyohei) smiled more in this episode than in all the others combined. I do love it when he smiles so sexy. They recreated a bunch of my favorite manga bits, as well, by getting them all drunk and freaking out. Drunk Sunako and Kyohei usually provided some of my biggest laughs in the manga. All in all, this was definitely my favorite episode so far. They did Kyohei's batsh*t crazy mother extremely well while still making her sympathetic. I was pleased. Plus both Omasa-chan and Kame-kun look much more like Sunako and Kyohei now that they've cut their hair.
Time to go and attempt sleep. I'm hoping that eating ten jalapeno-stuffed poppers will give me a wild and crazy night. I haven't had a good, bracing nightmare in awhile. I think I don't get them because in my head, they're interesting and not to be avoided, so my mind sees giving me "normal" dreams as the equivalent of giving normal people nightmares. Did that make sense?
Well, hopefully stimulation will help. Jalapenos, do your thing.
Sumimasen!
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