sending out mass emails, itching the back

The only way to make "Snakes on a Plane" more ridiculous is to watch it in Spanish.

I love Texas.

To steal from Mr. Vinyard: "Look, Ma! No Huricane!"

Because I need more pictures of my feet...
The weather was actually fabulously perfect: just warm enough, just breezy enough, and just clear enough for everyone to wind up with a whopping sunburn.
(only true for some people - you know who you are)

My English major side cries for my lack of full paragraphing.

As I walked to the theater last night in the post-downpour dusk with a touch of BBQ somewhere close on the breeze, I realized that my favorite scent is summer.

I had a dream where--among other things--I told off someone I know who *really* needs to be told off. And then I woke up with an upset stomach. Clearly, I'm not the gal for the job.

The longest of evening of P&P ever led to the latest start of a High School Musical 2 premiere party ever, and eventually full-force mocking by 2 a.m. I think this is how the movie should always be watched, though I'm not baking cupcakes every single time.

queso and buffalo and flip-flop lines

Why I'm thinking about this at not-quite-2 a.m. is beyond me, but my brain can't quite process that there's any portion of me with a permament tan.

I need to look into other methods of posting. 21st century, here I come!

Things Saved in My Text Message Drafts Folder Because I Don't Actually Have Time to Post (somewhat expanded now due to lack of character restrictions):

* The new TIME article on China as the next great superpower (and only real threat to that status in the U.S.) has caused me to think only of Firefly. I don't think that was the intention.

* There's little that calms me down more than rainfall; especially when I find myself standing under a tree, completely protected from the otherwise elsewhere downpouring of the sky.

* I think I'd rather deal with the "advanced" lighting systems of olden days and their ever-present possibility of, say, burning the entire theater to the ground, than the modern progress of cellphones ringing in the middle of the climactic scene.

(But while I have you hear, I'm terribly pleased to note that my paragraph got one of the bigger laughs last night at Spotlighter. I hope this doesn't turn into a constant thing, though.)

One of these days, not too long coming, I will once more win the wrestling match called My Life vs. Pride and Prejudice. One of these days, I will be able to spend more time calling people back, answering the phone on the first ring, and in general update the world more about my presence within it. (Hint: One of these days is not considered this week.)