26 August
Spent the day scratching my hundreds-and-thousands.
In real life, hundreds-and-thousands are those little tiny silver balls that you use for cake decoration, in my life, hundreds-and-thousands are my mosquito bites. Itch itch itch! Scratch scratch scratch!
It's the ones on my feet that annoy me the most. It's like some form of slow torture where eventually I peel all of my skin off to get some relief, and end up like the faceless chick in Les Yeux Sans Visage.
I may be exaggerating...But not too much.
My most impressive bites are either the one on my thigh that some intrepid skeeter had to go through both my jeans and the chair to gift me with, or the one on my forehead that looks like I am trying to grow a third eye, like the soda jerk in the Twilight Zone episode.
I put in one of my new noserings.
It feels kind of odd, because it's slightly thinner than the one that I normally wear, so it swings free and bumps up against my nostril. It's like getting a new pair of glasses, and because the frame is in a different place in your eyeline, you are suddenly very aware at all times that you are wearing glasses.
It's a beautiful nosering, all light blue and silver wire all round about it, and with a silver bead in the centre. It's just lovely, but I feel as though I am trying to look more exotic, as though my fat Irish face will look beautifully Indian or Pakistani with the addition of a fancy ring.
Or perhaps it looks like I'm trying not to look so freakin' old. "Look at my groovy nosering! I couldn't possibly be over thirty, not with this shoved through my face! Right? Right? Hey, come back!"
Aw screw it, I dig it the most.
Today I went to the movies, after realizing that I still wasn't dressed and it was 5p.
I went to my favorite theatre, and I don't mean the Ziegfeld, which is the best theatre. My favourite theatre is the new AMC 25 on 42nd St., and the reason that it's my favourite is that it has 25 theatres over five floors and only about six employees, so it's easy as pie to theatre hop.
You kind of have to take what you can get, but since there are five theatres on every floor and they have little LED displays over each door giving the name and time of the film and whether it is seating of whatever. Very handy! But since you don't know what else'll be on the floor when you buy your ticket, you just gotta play the hand that you're dealt.
I decided to see Love and Sex, a completely charming film that I loved and am very glad that I saw before Ebert and Not-Siskel trashed it all over the place. It stars Famke Janssen as a woman trying to find her true love, and it's terribly funny and sweet and who knew that she could play comedy? Her possible true love is absolutely the most attractive guy who isn't actually that good looking that I've ever seen.
"Where did they find this great guy?" I kept asking myself. "How can someone who radiates this much charm be completely unknown?" And then, when I saw the closing credits (I missed the opening ones), I saw that it was Jon Favreau. Having not seen Swingers, I never had seen him before, but since I, until Monday, hated Vince Vaughn and thought that he was a creepy jerk, I assumed the same of Jon Favreau, 'cause that's just how shallow I am.
I don't hate him now, now I just think that he's that charming in real life, which probably is just as untrue!
Afterwards, I went to the bathroom, came out, and with a quick glance, saw that Saving Grace was about to begin in the theatre next door, to I walked in! I love the AMC 25.
Saving Grace was very sweet and good, if a trifle twee, but I'm a big Craig Ferguson fan, and Brenda Blethyn can do no wrong by me, so I liked it very much, even when it fell entirely apart at the end. And the old bats getting all high was the least funny thing that I have seen all year, it's cheap humour and it bores me, but I was clearly the only person in the theatre that felt that way, 'cause there wasn't a dry seat in the house.
Other than that, though, I was swept away by it. Slight, but worth watching.
What do you do to make yourself look younger or older than you are?
And we're still talking about hypochondriacs, favourite musicals, happy birthday, the worst remake ever, cartoon character crushes, what Amazon.com might come up with next, vacations, Russell and Meg's big break-up, our favourite kind of cake, what we did this weekend, insomnia, the defining current event of our childhoods, good web-based newsreaders for Kim, our jobs, classic books that we hate, seeing things differently as one grows older, weird injuries, dreams that we thought were true upon awakening, weeping at movies, true love, and swearing.
Today's horoscope:
Today features a quiet, family focus. Involve those near and dear to you in any playtime. Spend leisure moments making emotional ties.
One year ago today:
This is a rather elaborate way of making me mop my floor...
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