This is the seaside town that they forgot to bomb.

I just got an old Shonen Knife song stuck in my head from glancing at the title of my last post. "Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny -- he's a regula boy! (yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah!) Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny -- he's a regula boy. (yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah!) He's the coolest boy in tow-own, he's good at... ping. pong."

(I believe that one is called, get this, "Johnny.")

It's a good thing Shonen Knife didn't hit it too big. You have to sing their songs with a Japanese accent. It doesn't sound right if you don't and... well... it doesn't sound RIGHT if you do. Therefore, you just don't sing it. We have to be sensitive in this day and age.
I believe K stole that CD from me, prooobably without meaning to. I'd like to think he still has it, listening to it in his armored humvee with the grenade launchers in front, over there in Iraq. Wonder where he is now.

Here's the latest.

Wednesday

The electricity was out when I got home. After an hour of sitting in pitch black, my mother decided we should go out and have dinner and go see a movie. So we went to a diner, which was awful, and then saw Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason, which succeeded in making me goddamn depressed. Romantic comedies do tend to depress me. I'm only uplifted by them when there's a bit of tragedy mixed in. I'm contrary like that. The Apartment is an example. It remains, in my opinion, the best boy-meets-girl movie ever made.

Thursday

Thanksgiving was good. I ended up playing a couple games of You Don't Know Jack with two of my sisters, a thing we have not done in at least four years. We always name each other in that game, so Maria called me Wednesday (I was wearing all black), Anna called Maria Corky (our secret is that we are all terrible people), and I called Anna Goiter (stealing a joke from D.S.). When Maria and I had the idea to play the game, we looked for it in Anna's office. When we couldn't find it, I realized it was back home in my closet. So, for the first time ever, I took my mom's car keys and drove home to get the game. I felt oddly joyful as I drove the mile to our house completely alone.

Friday

I have no idea what I did on this day.

Saturday

Oh wait, now I remember what I did on Friday. I saw two movies: National Treasure (in the movies, with my niece, who kept on making weird noises with her mouth) and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (on TV). Guess which one I liked better. Just guess.

The other good movie I saw this weekend was on Saturday, and this was Secretary. Like Eternal Sunshine, it failed to depress me, unlike the deliriously "happy" Bridget Jones. Actually, it uplifted me. I was far too uplifted. It's a romance for the ages. First time I've ever liked James Spader, and he was spanking a girl my age. OK, I just checked. Maggie Gyllenhaal was 25 in that movie. I stand corrected.

I test drove a Forester. I fell in love, but I'm waiting to see if I can actually afford it.

I also brought some stuff over to my apartment. Since there was torrential rain on Sunday, we didn't move any furniture, so that'll have to wait till this weekend. A lot of stuff has to wait.

Sunday

Every day is like Sunday. Every day is silent and gray.

You can tell that nothing's going on in my life when I write long posts like this one. When every day is a party -- ah! Then I'll have nothing to say for myself. Everything I could have said would be said for me.