The best part about next semester is going to be the fact that I have no obligations Tuesdays and Thursdays, except night class. I'm so going to sleep in every day and watch TCM all day. Must remember not to schedule myself in the comm lab T/Th. Those days are going to be glorious.

Wonder how much motivation I'm going to find in my final semester, with graduate school all but settled. Don't really feel senioritis; not particularly eager to be done with Marietta; but know I can sleepwalk through my last semester and lose nothing but self-respect. Which I've never really found essential, anyhow.

My life during winter break = totally boring. Today I bought The Ice Storm, Six Degrees of Separation, The Lion in Winter and Quills on DVD 'cause Borders is having a buy 3/get one free sale (my anti-corporate machine conscience is selective). Really, really thought about getting the Pink Panther boxed set at Target, but couldn't justify the $50 price tag.

Renew your car insurance! note to self.

Oh, did you know, Peter Sellers is a foxy, foxy man. I'm going to have to put together a photo album of my many men over at Cinematic sometime... I'm the weirdest goddamn person. Oh and, Wes Anderson can do no wrong. Sorry if that makes me a lame fangirl. I dig it.

You know, every Christmas I end up talking with my Buddhist Uncle Rick for four hours because Moog and Aunt Pat go one way and the young'uns another, and he always makes me feel dumb and illiterate because he's always like, "Have you read anything by Herman Hesse? What do you think of Joseph Campbell? Let me tell you about my latest spiritual awakening..." And I have nothing to contribute. It never occurs to me to change the subject with, "Have you read any Gertrude Stein? What do you think about feminist epistemology, and do you subscribe to auteur film theory? What? No? No? Then bite me."

All righty. I now give you permission to return to your buddy list and read someone more interesting.