the Dalaverse

GAHHHH WARM DRY CLOTHES.

It has been raining all day. I have been running around all day, too dumb to grab a jacket and/or umbrella and protected only by my sweatshirt hood.

But! Drove to Waldorf for "Sin City," which was slick and artful and very entertaining. Clive was buttered black-and-white sex, and Meg, I know you hate Jessica Alba, but I could stare at that girl all day. Pretty! And look, Rory's all growed up! It was surreal hearing all that bad grammar coming from Alexis Bledel's mouth. It actually really threw me out of the movie. She did not sound comfortable, and I wasn't comfortable hearing her.

I have finally, after trying eight separate routes, found the correct and proper way to get to the mall. Also, I would like to know what a carnival was doing in its parking lot. Honestly, it's the first week in April. They had a Zipper, which sent me into a swoon of recollection. Ohhh, Jessie and me and the Zipper. Every single year: "Omigod we're never ever going on that again!" Every single year: "Hey, let's go on the Zipper!" And then whenever Meg and I went, senior year of high school I think. We stood in line with all the ten-year-olds, Meg in all her five-foot-ten glory, and looked at each other like "Wow, we're totally going to break this ride."

And then I went off to the campus center to watch "A Series of Unfortunate Events," which I also loved. Sometimes it's just good to see Jim Carrey firing on all cylinders. Although, and I'm cringing even as I say this, did anybody else keep forgetting that Violet and Klaus are supposed to be siblings. I know! I'm dirty and wrong and bad! It's just, they looked the same age and everything, and that scene where they were discussing their parents' death for the first time...::scampers off to hell::

For the record, I STILL HAVE NO TOOTHBRUSH. I didn't get one at the mall because I figured why spend the cash when I have money in my debit account? Except they don't SELL toothbrushes at the campus store. Four different brands of toothpaste, yes, but no brushes. Ugh. My teeth are suffering. A finger just doesn't count it.


Rest in peace, Pope John Paul II.

Because I usually ask you guys before turning to little_details, if it's an era question. What sort of dessert might Mrs. Groves serve the boys? Something rich and hearty but not too fancy -- something that James can eat a lot of.

And yes, the naval OT3 is pestering me again.