Writers Block is the ..... the.... fuck....

We went and saw Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy the other night, and while it's a pretty dense movie, there is one scene that sticks in my mind.  They're at a little english boarding school, and there are these kids running around in little british school uniforms, like fucking harry potter, playing on some stone ruins. It's all rainy, and foggy, and damp and they're just running around playing and laughing and it is just stuck in my mind. I don't just want to write about it, I want to live there. I want be those little kids looking at those stone ruins like they're an adventure.  I remember looking at ordinary things like they were complicated intricacies of fun and I want to be like that again.

But I can't. I can't be six years old, and the whole world new and exciting, so I want to write about it, because thats the closest I can come.  However, this is as far as I've gotten:

So, I'll get back to you on that.

Hunger Games, schmunger games!

Have you seen the Hunger Games trailer? What?? You haven't? Where have you been??

Deliciously Absurd

Haven't updated in a while. Oops. Sorry bout that.  Well, here's a picture of me with curly hair! 

Susan, you hear yourself asking, how in the world did you wind up with such pretty curls? I shall tell you internet stranger. It's through a process called 'No Heat Curls'. It's deceivingly easy, but the results are superb.  Probably going to grow my hair back out, just to get some spectacular curls.