the Dalaverse

Still kind of down, and the rain isn't helping. I'm supposed to work from 11 to 6 today, but...fuck it. Just fuck it. I'm done in less than a week, and I never called out once the entire summer, not the day my dog died or when I got into a car accident fifteen minutes from the store. If it causes a problem, too fucking bad -- I'm not the one who keeps understaffing hard side. I'll have to leave the house before Daddy gets home. I suppose I'll go to the mall or the library or something.

I don't really know what this mild depression is. Part of it is Katherine leaving, and part of it is school-related, even though on most levels I miss it terribly and I can't wait to go back. It's just that...I'm halfway done with college (hopefully) and I have a lot of work to do to catch up with my new major, and I have to start becoming a real person now. It's scary. Hmmm. I guess I sort of do know what it is, then, I just wasn't expecting it. I feel like I should be actively enjoying all the things about home during my last week, doing something productive, but yesterday all I did was lie around and read and watch TV. Maybe the reading is productive, but still.

If it weren't gray and miserable, I'd go downtown.

Okay, probably I wouldn't because I'd feel compelled to spend money I do not have. But if I did, the Mammal Hall and an Imax movie would cheer me up. That's what some alternate universe Dala is doing right at this moment -- wandering from museum to museum and sitting by the Reflecting Pool or the WWII memorial, quietly and contentedly contemplating life, the universe, and everything.

So tell me: What are your AU selves doing today?

For the record, instant risotto is not palatable. Ugh. I'd like to think I simply added too much water, but I don't think that's the extent of the problem. I can't believe I bought this crap to begin with. I guess I was just craving it -- Daddy used to make excellent risotto.

Today, my regular old self had a decent time. Worked on my polyficathon story this morning, with which I am mightily pleased, then decided to take myself out and remind myself that I can do things by...myself. So I went to see "The 40 Year Old Virgin," because my love for Steve Carrell knows no bounds. It was much funnier than I'd expected, and oddly enough, one of the most sincerely sweet movies I've seen in ages, due to a truly great performance from Steve and his leading lady, whose name I can't recall but who was just neurotic enough to seem like a normal person. The ending musical montage and the chest-waxing scene were worth the price of admission alone. Paul Rudd, the curly-haired guy, and the lady doing the waxing just lost it repeatedly, because Steve was really waxing his chest and that was real blood welling up on the bald spots and it was hysterical. Finally saw the "Serenity" trailer as well. I don't think anybody in the theater was a fan, because I got a serious confused vibe. They showed the new Disney golf movie, which I will be seeing because Shia LaBeouf suddenly got hot, and because I'm a sucker for scrappy underdog taking on the upper class tales. And something with Reese Witherspoon which looked stupid but featured Jon Heder in a supporting role. All around me there were gasps of delight, then immediate choruses of "Sweet!" and "GOSH!"

Then I went to the mall to try on clothes, in a fit of I Love My Body Right Now and This Wouldn't Have Fit A Year Ago. Except, the halter tops I loved didn't really fit, because the little triangles that form the bodices do not increase in surface area as the size goes up. Bra or no bra, my boobs would not be contained. It's so stupid.

"Carrington" came from Netflix. Yay Jonathan Pryce!