4.5 each way, not too bad. A little school work, a magazine, and a regular book, and it'll be fine.
Natter 39 and Holding
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Now to bed for realz.
Ah, I was thinking one way=9 hours. 4.5 isn't bad. You have a ipod type thing, right?
Night!
I am, oddly for me, also going to bed.
I expect a full and detailed report of tonight's premiere, complete with pictures and celebrity gossip, to be waiting for me when I wake up.
Also, cabana boys.
I expect a full and detailed report of tonight's premiere, complete with pictures and celebrity gossip, to be waiting for me when I wake up.This!
Also, cabana boys.Also, this...
Father What-A-Waste for a new generation!
Mmmm, Father Chris Pieklo, the Father WaW that all the girls ogled over at my high school--actually, he taught at the brother school, but whenever we had the chance to ogle, we did. With his dark hair and trimmed beard, he looked like a very young Cat Stevens before he converted to Islam (Cat Stevens, not the priest). He came over to my brother's and cousins' joint hs graduation party dressed in street clothes, where a cousin spent time trying to pick him up. When informed by another relative that he was a priest, she uttered the truism, "Why are all the good-looking guys either priests or gay?"
ha. just watched Invasion. that was just on the edge of being silly. I jumped out of my skin when the light grabbed dave, but then I laughed like a loon, because it was that predictable moment I had been expecting.
In completely other news, the Catholic Church is using The Matrix to attract young people
It looks like the cover art for some sacrilegious gay porn film!
Bwah! I was just thinking it looked like a shot from one of those Voodoo Academy movies.
When informed by another relative that he was a priest, she uttered the truism, "Why are all the good-looking guys either priests or gay?"
Or?
Basil pesto tortelini:
I woke up after a few hours' sleep just in time to watch Under the Tuscan Sun, which I dearly love. Seems I had a coincidental Italian Night, as I picked tonight to cook pesto pasta and crack open a bottle of Riveto Muscat d'Asti without knowing it was on. And the movie strikes more chords with me now, as the last time I saw it I hadn't yet made the first home I've had as an adult that feels worth coming home to.
Also didn't realize until tonight that the movie's perfect score was by Christophe Beck.