Rewatching season 1 of True Blood.

Epic. Genius. Etc.

I've reached a total of 99 interests in my user profile. Should I add another one to get to 100? Nah. I kind of like it this way. Not that it really matters. I only noticed after adding in Weird Science to my list of interests.

Because, really, who the fuck isn't interested in that movie? Just watched it tonight with the family. Might become a new Christmas Day tradition. That and Never Say Never Again which might be the most ridiculous James Bond film ever. Flying? Hovercraft speed chases? Brilliant and stupid at the same time.

This might be one of the most enjoyable Christmas holidays I've had in a really long time. In fact, it makes me want to stay in New Jersey for longer than necessary. Too bad I have to have a job (or two) and go back to Long Island and work.

Fuck needing money.

You know it's a snowstorm and I'm bored out of my fucking mind when I think posting in my livejournal is the way to go.

Is it possible? I'm actually updating.

I know.

I know.

I don't really have anything worth writing about. At least, not for some of you to see. Yes, I know. What a bitch. But honestly, what have I got to say that you'll all care about anyway? None of you care about broken hearts or silly boys.

Whatever. I should really be reading Trollope right now. I just can't seem to wrap my head around it though. So dense. So boring. So slim in its narrative and its plot. Victorian era literature is just not my bag.

Goodnight.

Considering all my time spent on Livejournal, I should probably post more.

Maybe.

Whatever.

I've been a little M.I.A. from here. Okay, by a little, I mean nearly two months. Things have been hectic and pretty crazy. A lot has happened and honestly, I'm just ready to go back to school.

Which is why I'm back at this moment.

To say that I'm not going to be around until I'm fully settled and back on campus.

HOLLA.

I feel like I'm becoming an insomniac. I said goodnight, I took out my contacts, got into bed and nothing. Not tired one bit. I have work in the morning. I need sleep. But my body is definitely not listening to me.

Cool. Kthx.

On a happier note, I saw Mamma Mia! on Sunday. It was fabulous, really. Perfectly perfect in every way. The stage production was kind of more fabulous, but thats a natural thing. Amanda Seyfried is the most adorable and talented thing ever. I'm glad she's been able to move on from Mean Girls. *cough Lindsay Lohan cough*

And also, I have a new crush:

I've just finished reading Chloe Does Yale. I started reading it this afternoon and apparently my reading skills have gone into overdrive or it was just a smaller book than I thought it was. Regardless, a book has not made me laugh out loud in a seriously long time. Considering the book I read before this was of the drama-ridden-trashy-love-story variety, laughing wasn't exactly what the author was going for. Anyway. It made me miss college.

Like really miss it.

And it kind of made me a bit more... I don't know, free-spirited about my life. No, no, I'm not going to suddenly go back to school and "do Hofstra." Ew. Hofstra Red, anyone? No. I'm just going to stop over-thinking and stop FREAKING OUT. Because lately, that is all I do.

Freak. Freak. Freak.

But I know my working all day every day 24/7 could have something to do with it. Man, let me tell you, I am sorely longing for my vacation at the end of this week. Fuck work. Fuck people. I am so ready to get the hell out of here and spend my week on sandy beaches.