i keep just lying around, staying up until like 4:30 in the morning and sleeping til 3 in the afternoon. but seriously, come monday i'm off my butt! i have to clean this apartment and start reading in earnest for my thesis. i mean, god, it's quarter to six and i like just got up. i keep telling myself i deserve a break what with the jobs i had that sucked and i hated so much. but who am i kidding? i just realized the other day that i'd been here for 8 months. 8 months! i couldn't believe it. i feel like i just left. and not because i haven't been able to relax and enjoy my near-inertia. it's that i slid into it so easily that i feel like i never left college. i'm not sure what that means. but most likely? it's not good.
saw phone booth last night. it was pretty entertaining. a few plot holes aside, it was worth the price of admission (especially since someone else paid for me). besides, colin farrell was the focus of the whole movie and i just love him. as i was telling my sister, the idea for looking at colin for an hour and a half while listening to kiefer sutherland's sexy cigarettes-n-honey voice was totally conceived by a straight girl. mmm.
