...In which our heroine is verbose.

Last day in the Queen City for a while...

I got up at 1 PM today and therefore am not tired in the least. My mom keeps saying that late nights are like my afternoons. She's right. This is a terrible habit to be in. Just finished an awesome episode of Twin Peaks, going to watch another before bed which will probably not be for several hours. I only have a few episodes left and I'll be so sad when it's finished. I can say it's one of the few media obsessions I don't want to live in - explained: since I was a little one, most of the time when I can't sleep I wonder what it would be like to live in some of my favorite films, books, what have you. Dorky and strange behavior for sure. Back to Chicago tomorrow, this is good. Stir crazy in my own home, I hate being immobile. The snow fell, but like that Over the Rhine song, I don't know if it was falling like forgiveness. I've had this strange compulsion to call him ever since I've been home which is so so so so dumb I can't even talk about it or believe myself. Why am I so stupid when it comes to boys? I feel like I had several chances to make moves over break and I didn't and now I feel ridiculous. I known anyone in the biblical sense since August and I'm getting to the point where I go a little mad. No wonder frigid Victorian women got all hysterical. Male affection, STAT! Depeche Mode on shuffle, sounding cold and industrial. Start working on Tuesday, I hope. Went on a mad search for my birth certificate and social security, thought I lost both, both were found. Two most important documents I have probably, and I didn't even know where the fuck they were. A temporary kind of day, yeah? I'm ridiculous sometimes. I really hope this semester revitalizes my interest in film because I think it may be at an all-time low. I just want to write television. Or do something related to women. Or both. Kings of Leon, I wonder if Molly and her chambers were a real girl, and if she is, she's got to be proud you wrote an ode to her vagina. I can't decide if I'm hungry, or just bored. I can't be hungry, but there isn't even food here to eat if I was. Canned tuna or various soups, mmm, such delicacies. This post is certainly reflecting temporary-mooded Katydid, I'm even being mean to the food in my pantry. "My Girls." This song can't be a whole year old. It sounds like we're fucking in a jungle - yes, it did, and now I'll never be able to listen to Animal Collective and not think that. Inappropriate comment. My nails are getting too long, but this "Vino" nail polish has shown excellent staying power. "Vino" is not nearly as cool of a name as "Vodka and Caviar" for nail polish. Bohemea has up a picture of Dita von Teese as a redhead, as if I didn't need more reason to love her. And Scarlett Johanson in a corset, my dear lord. "The Seed V 2.0," this song always puts me in a better mood. The lyrics are so obscene, but if you didn't know what to listen to for, you wouldn't catch it, maybe. I think that next episode of Twin Peaks is done loading, time to join the Log Lady.