Sweet & Sour

I'm back, again. I got my computer back tonight, so I should be updating, or at least writing, more consistantly in the near futiure.

First of all, an update on the booklist mentioned in the previous post. I've finished the Nora Roberts trilogy, and am now working on the Golden Compass, which is rather... difficult to read. I'm not sure I'd call it a children's book, just because it seems a little too involved for the attention span of most pre-teens I know. Also, I've gone on a bit of a spree at Coles (there was a sidewalk sale on!), and bought myself copies of Dracula, Alice in Wonderland & Through the Looking Glass, Wuthering Heights (which I read in highschool, and actually enjoyed) and the "Adult Cover" versions of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, and Chamber of Secrets. So, yes, I'm actually going to read the Potter books. Also, my grandmother gave me her copy of Little Women for class, and when I flipped through it last night, I realized that it's not as much like the movie as I had hoped. Oh, well...I guess movies are never quite accurate. Coles called yesterday to inform me that the rest of my KidLit books are in, too, so...Yeah. Massive reading coming up.

Work's same old, though there have been some interesting, yet wholey dissappointing plot developments in the personal aspect of things. Nothing that I feel like discussing yet though. The only important thing is that I'm still single, and without any...physical satisfaction as of yet. With the exception of the "blue pearl", which is a recent aquisition which I'm sure no one who reads this wants to hear about. (hint: bzzzzzzzz...)

Anyways, recent conversations/happenings have gotten me thinking about Love. Oh, god, I know, here we go again. I can't stop though; it's some kind of loop my brain's been caught in. Too many weddings/engagements/litters. There's always something that edges it back into focus, whether it's innane ramblings about when people should be starting families (and who should be allowed to start them in the first place), to discussions about boyfriends and wedding dresses. And babies. Friggin babies. I had a whole rant all geared up to go, and I've lost it in a fog of "holy mother of christ I need SLEEP". I'm sure it will come back. Right now, I'm going to go eat cookies and listen to Meteora. It's a good disc. Tomorrow, I will be perusing the shops of the Festival Market Place in Stratford, searching for bargins and little black dresses.

And NOT thinking about boys.