Today is Miles' Birthday. So yes, Birkelah, he's legal now. Unfortunatly, no opportunity arose to celebrate the fact. I am currently alone in the world, sitting in the darkness that seems to me so often my only companion in the long nights of summer. My room is still clean, thanks to my boredom cause-effect cleaning. I will probably spend my night in seach of two tank tops, which have gone missing in the last week. I am still entertaining the idea that they have been stolen by Chels and spirited away to some less-deserving place. Cait is off seeing the Notebook with Hil Anna and Leah, much to my chagrin. Miles and I were supposed to get together, but he couldn't get the car til 9 and mom proclaimed that was far too late for visitors. One of these nights I will call him out of sheer desperation at midnight and demand to be kidnapped. I've always wanted to climb out of my window. My cousins weer up yesterday and we had dinner with them at Nan and Papa's house. Nan got up from the table for the salad dressing and returned with a pair of rusting office shears, none of us knew why. We talked about reality t.v. and the redeeming qualities of margarine. I watched Shakespeare in Love again today, and Citizen Kane that I borrowed from the library. Charles Schultz ruined it for me, just like poor Linus. I won't say more, you have to see it yourself. I finally remembered to search for Eddie Izzard on Google. There's something resembling a Swiffer on the site. After that I think I'll go play solitare on my bed some more.

I hope the movie's going well.


ash @ 10:36 PM