Sayonara

If you're wondering I won't be updating my blog for the next ten or so days, I just want to remind you it's because I'm in Japan.


Suckers.

mixed drinks

A few weeks ago, I went to a friend's wedding where they served sparkling cider so we could all toast the happy couple.  I usually like sparkling cider, but this stuff tasted to me like beer smells, so I didn't love it.  Raskolnikov mixed his with diet coke, so I thought I'd try the same thing, but I still didn't like the concoction.  I just ended up wasting precious diet coke.

I realized my flaw: I was trying to mix something I didn't like with something I did like in order to make it good.  This plan doesn't work very often.  If you mix mushrooms with soup, you get soup that is gross and tastes like mushrooms.  If you mix Sunday School with a nintendo party, maybe it spices up the class a bit, but in the end they are still trying to teach you about paying your tithing.

Point being, I realized I should try mixing two things I like.  Sure, it might not work, but it had a higher probability of succeeding than the first experiment.  I tried two drinks that are both delightful in and of themselves: diet coke (of course) and pineapple juice.  The result was even better than I thought it would be and is now my new favorite drink.   In my mind, I think it must be what rum and coke is like to drinkers because I think that rum is kind of fruity, right?   Maybe not, I don't know.  What I do know is that diet pineapple coke isn't helping me in my "goal" to stop drinking so much pop, but it is helping me drink more fruit juice, which is good for you, right?  I'm calling it sixes as we stand here.

jane eyre part two

I read Jane Eyre this week and I liked it. I will probably add it to my "read these books every few years" list.

(And to my former roommate who I named Jane Eyre : I'm not sorry about that. Not that I think you're like her. Just that it's a good pseudonym. At least you're not Raskolnikov, right?)

jane eyre

About two months ago, Mrs. Weasley recommended that I watch the new Masterpiece Theatre version of Jane Eyre. (At least, I hope that's the version she recommended, because it's the one I watched.) I'm honestly not much of a home movie watcher because it always seems like I'm doing other things, but I ordered it from NetFlix. (I don't even know why I have a NetFlix account since I hardly ever watch movies, but that's beside the point.) I got the movie probably three weeks ago, and finally today, since I had the day off and avoided contact with other people, I sat down and watched it. It was comprised of two dvds and lasted four hours.


I know this may come as a shock to many of you, as I do enjoy reading so much, but I've never actually read Jane Eyre before. I've never even seen another version of it, so I really had no idea what was coming. I found the beginning very odd indeed and was really unsure as to what was going on. But by the end I decided I liked it very much. Maybe even enough to read the book. Mr. Rochester was so dreamy. I might even like him more than Mr. Darcy. Maybe. He was just so brooding and delightful. I hope one day that I meet someone who will call me a witch my whole life. (And as Jane is very plain, but also very passionate, I think it would be a very apt comparison with me.)

yarrrrrrrrr!

More Pearls Before Swine.

please don't shake me, no don't wake me, leave me where i am... i'm only sleeping....

Anyone who has ever lived with me knows that I am not a night person. I get all crazy and sometimes crabby. The problem is that I think I still am qualified to speak and make decisions, when really I am not. (When living with Mrs. Weasely, she had a rule that said, "No life decisions after 10 pm." A good rule for me.) I say things I regret and my swearing increases exponentially with how late it gets.

One thing that I often do is trick myself into falling asleep. I am a very good sleeper, especially when I tell myself I'm not going to sleep for the night - I'm just going to take a little nap so I can be awake enough to get ready for bed in a few minutes. Monday night I didn't even think I was tired and I was wondering how I was going to fall asleep. I layed on my bed, waiting for my roommate to get out of the bathroom, and the next thing I knew it was 6:30 in the morning and I'd slept all night in jeans with my contacts in and all the lights in my bedroom on.

(Side note: sleeping all night with your contacts in makes an uncomfortable day the next day. Your contacts trap in all that enzyme whatever whatever stuff that makes eye goobers and so it turns your eyes extra gooey for the duration of the day.) (Unless you are smart enough to take out your contacts and wear your glasses instead.) (Which I'm not.)

Knowing that if I try to take a nap in my bed, nine times out of ten I'll end up sleeping all night, I sometimes try to take a nap on the floor, thinking it will be uncomfortable enough to wake me up after not too long. But usually what happens is my arm will fall asleep, which will wake me up, but I'm too far gone by that point and I will just fumble into my bed with the same results as if I'd started there.

Don't get me wrong - I'm definitely not complaining about this sleeping talent of mine. I'd rather be able to fall asleep under many diverse conditions than not to be able to fall asleep. I'm just telling you why I will sometimes tell you to go to h-e-double toothpicks if you're talking to me after 10pm.

bookclub

Don't forget to check out kristin and erin's online bookclub for exciting new posts and discussions (kind of exciting anyway).

Maybe one of these days I'll get around to doing a real post here.