canto xviii

just recently i have been getting loads of mail from the AARP, addressed to specifically me. so, they've found me out! i swear, it is their super secret senior spies that have discovered that i'm practically geriatric: getting sleepy around dinnertime, loving word games, working with mostly 50+ aged people, etc. maybe all of this fatigue and old folkishness is simply a product of me being just plain too "rosy-cheeked with chills" ill to do much of anything. i really don't feel like doing anything, really. today i sat and napped for hours and was so weepy while drinking my fresca and watching cheesy and depressing rob reiner films about broken marriages. it's stuff like this makes me old- i mean, uber cool.

after someone mentioned the OC (adam brody, my love!) i was motivated to create another must-see list: (obviously, this is something that i always feel like doing)

thank you for smoking
beauty academy of kabul
howl's moving castle
paradise now
american history x
everything is illuminated
casanova
friends with money
eight below

not having to do with any of those movies in particular, i just realized that i can't help but love and enjoy movies where masses of people die, mostly disaster movies. i'd like to think that within tragic dramas my love stems from the unity and connection generated between humans in times of crises, but then again, i might just be that much of a sadist/cinematic sucker.

p.s. I CANNOT STOP LISTENING TO THE FRAY AND SINGING WITH EM!