A Must-See

Yes, I went to see Knight and Day without great expectations. I figured that I would have a laugh or two; I figured it would be loaded with "questionable content," making the fact that my dad ended up going with me extremely awkward; I figured the featured parts for the preview would be the best. Let me admit without shame that I figured wrong, to sound thoroughly American. This movie is fantastic. It didn't take itself seriously (I mean, that's sort of obvious, as it IS a comedy, but this is in the extreme), it made fun of itself quite a bit, as well as the genre in general. Goodness, I can't gush enough about it! I've been feeling rather down about movies in general lately. I mean, How to Train your Dragon was fab, Toy Story III wasn't shabby, but other than that, I've been pretty bummed about the quality of what has been coming out of Hollywood of late. It's been trashy, boring and generic. Enough of trashing it, though. Just watch Knight and Day. I'm almost positive that you'll love it and walk out planning to persuade friends to see it so you can go again immediately. I had a quote to finish it up with, but I decided that it just wasn't satisfying without being there. Oh well. Watch the movie, come back, and see if you could figure out my favorite!

A Post of Shame

I think my swelling is going down! At least, I think I deserve to have it go down, considering the fact that I fell asleep holding the ice pack to my face last night. Or maybe the left side swelled more to make the right side look more proportionate...hm...I'll get back to you on that. Anyway, I'm still feeling too ADD to read (a first, pretty much), so I've been camped out with my laptop and TV yet again. To be honest, I might miss all of this terrible drama tomorrow when I go back to work. Ick. Oh! I did make myself pick out one movie today that I wouldn't be ashamed to mention, so I found The Diary of Anne Frank (the 2009 version) on my dear Netflix. It was actually pretty accurate, if I'm recalling the diary correctly. Check it out if you ever get your wisdom teeth out. The acting is good, although...you sort of don't need a big budget for settings, so I guess that isn't much of a stretch. Okay, I'm losing focus, so I'd better go find my ice pack.

A Day in the Life of a Invalid

I think I've watched enough day-time television between yesterday afternoon and today to fry my brain. Junior year? Wasted. I'm pretty sure that whatever I retained is now gone, lost in an abyss of sappy romance and corny jokes. At least I haven't sunk to the level of cartoons yet. Other than ruining my poor brain, I've had a breakthrough in my recovery: I actually managed to eat something other than broth without pulling at my stitches. Yay! I feel like I have some real food in my stomach. Sure, it was just a mush of melted cheese and re-fried beans, but it tasted like heaven. Basically my life consists of bad TV, broth, mush, pills and medicinal-tasting rinse that I can't spit out (apparently if you spit or drink through a straw OR get food stuck in the wounds that the oral surgeon inflicted, you get this nasty thing called dry socket that will kill for about a week).

Excuse me, I've been neglecting "What I Like About You" and "Everybody Loves Raymond."

I'm Alive...I Guess

Well, the teeth are out. The experience wasn't too bad. I had expected to be incredibly nervous all day, but I actually ended up sleeping in the car on the way. It was raining when I got there, so the misery of the day was pretty much a novel's take on misery. Instead of walking into a warm and inviting waiting room, it was pretty much an ice box in muted color palates. A peppy assistant took me back and kept assuring me that I would be fine, which made me assume that I already looked like death warmed over since I wasn't nervous. Great. After all of my stats were taken, they started me on the gas--that terrible, terrible gas. I'm normally aware of my surroundings even with my eyes closed, but this took away all sense of even the placement of my limbs. Everything I heard and said felt like a memory--I wasn't registering it as the present. Pretty strange. After that, I realized I could still open my eyes, the surgeon came in, and...um, I guess I fell asleep. Oh yeah, and I was so much bigger than the nurse, she had another girl come over to help me to the recovery closet-sized room. Yes, thanks for letting me know you're afraid of me crushing you.

Anyway, I need to go fetch my ice packs for a fresh twenty minutes. Ta.

New Beginnings

So my laptop died yesterday...in a big way. Apparently the motherboard is fried. This means that everything I didn't backup is lost (unless I feel like paying the Geek Squad a square one hundred bucks to retrieve some/all of it). This means that, yes, I have a completely fresh start! I'm typing this from my sleek little Toshiba--an early birth day present--and I must say that it is only about a thousand times faster than my dinosaur of an HP. Ah, the age of technology is good to us! Anyway, setting this little beauty up is probably a good distraction from the fact that my wisdom teeth are coming out tomorrow (and that I actually even have to drag myself out of bed early AGAIN--two days in a row--in order to make my vampire appointment). The trials of youth are so dramatic.

Update

I know, I’ve been silent once again. This post is really just to mention two things (I know, will I ever get down to just one?): the first is that this bad driver has actually become a competent one…with a license! Yup, and only one point off, too. Did I mention that my parallel parking was exquisitely performed? I didn’t? How forgetful of me.

Okay, the last thing: the season finale of Glee literally brought tears to my eyes. Honestly, there aren’t many songs or movies (or, in this case, shows) that can do that to me, but as an extremely critical music lover, I can assure you that the music and the heart of this episode was beyond words. Kudos to the writers and performers. Oh, and JOSH GROBAN for making an appearance—um, win. Check out the collection of Journey songs that they put together (I hope that I’ve told you all that I’m a Journey fan in the past so you won’t think I just jumped on board!

…I lied again. I want you to check out Karen Elson’s (you know, the model with THE perfect hair color [see above], married to Jack White?) debut album, The Ghost Who Walks. I read about it a couple of weeks ago after she and her husband had a gorgeous glossy spread in Vogue magazine and was intrigued, and after listening to several songs, I’m hooked. What about you?

Alright, I’m finished. No, really. This is the end.