...In which our heroine provides the necessary updates.

See, I told you updates would be sporadic. If you could see the mountain of laundry in my closet, you would understand these things. While I LOVE my apartment, the hour and a half total it takes me commuting every day really does make me have to plan my time much more effectively. But I have an hour before I have to leave for yoga, so let's play ketchup.

Speaking of the devil, yoga is the best thing I've taken up in a while. Every part of my body feels better, especially my brain. It's affecting how I sit, how I stand, how I sleep. At points during the week my joints will pop or I'll feel a muscle I didn't know existed, and it's wonderful. I can even buy into some of the spiritual aspects of it. WHO AM I? A baby hippie. My teacher Nadine is really awesome, and makes things really approachable and works with everyone on their specific body needs. The coolest thing I can do so far is stand with my feet spread, then bend at the waist and touch my head to the floor. The next part of that pose? Standing on your head.

I'm pretty happy with all of my other classes, actually all of them except my television class, but I get to spend the semester on a term paper about Twin Peaks so it isn't all bad. Adaptation is incredibly laid back and my professor is a legit filmmaker. I'm finally working on my teenage girl sex comedy, called Mantises for the moment, in Screen Treatment & Presentation, in which my ten minute pitch went well this week. I have this terrible ability to be able to just fucking wing it when I pitch and still sound good, which is not smart. Preparation, not perspiration. Peace Studies is like story time, only the stories are about the fundamental human questions in yourself. No big deal.

Our hot and hilarious neighbor Logan moved out this week but he left us some great stuff. We now have 5 more chairs including every stoner's delight, a mushroom chair, a big area rug for the living room, a new DVD cart, the cinema tour de force Hollywood Hineys 19 on VHS (!), and five bottles of the finest alcohol that can be bought for eight dollars. All three of us totally had a crush on him, and there are some gross DePaul girls moving in, so I'm sad. Their first question to us was "So do guys like, have like, sick parties here?" Barf.

And there's a new boy, but with complications. Will is my friend Steve's roommate: 23, film major graduating in January, from the suburbs, working on Ride Along which will be on Fox this winter. I like him - he's charming and very kind, not an asshole, not a drunk or a degenerate drug addict. Cool, great. But the boy is shy. Painfully shy. He drove me home Thursday night, and since we've been flirty for a while, I asked him out. To this, he pulled his baseball hat over his eyes and said only, "yeah, sure," then left like a bat out of hell. It isn't that he's not interested, Steve took care of that question mark for me, but he has no idea how to deal with a real, live female like most of his film school brethren. We've been doing a month or so of flirtation, and I'm impatient. Will graduates in January and is moving back to the 'burbs, so it begs the question if its even worth my time at all - I really don't see him magically developing social skills during this week, so if I have to be the aggressive one, should I even pursue something that'd be over in three months? All of this just further proves my theory I need to fulfill Beth Harding's prophecy and date someone older. Someone who has their shit together and has maybe touched boobs or gone on a date in their lifetime. I feel like a terrible person, but I can only be so forward.

I only have two full books to read before Wednesday, awesome! All of my cool pop cultural finds now live on tumblr, so pardon the lack of them on here. This is ramble-only space now. But it's OCTOBER, meaning fall, meaning my absolute favorite time of year. Music Box Massacre 6 - 24 hours of horror movies at the uber-cool Music Box Theatre - is next weekend, but I'm just content to watch all the cheeseball shit on AMC, TCM, and the local channels. Did I mention SIX WEEKS from tomorrow I will be TWENTY-ONE YEARS OF AGE? Festivities are already being planned. Halloween is looking like Hit Girl from Kick-Ass. I always miss being at home during this time of year - fall does something to me that brings all of these new exciting possibilities to the surface for me. And I really fucking love Halloween. And my birthday. And cardigans. And pumpkin-things, accompanied by cream cheese.

Yes, I do in fact enjoy this version of "I Put a Spell on You," and the video is footage of The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, which may well be the first zombie movie. Deal.