+Secretary (i want my e. edward gray... sigh)
+The Doom Generation (my perfect first date)
+Nowhere (just watch it!)
+The Virgin Suicides (obviously doctor you've never been a thirteen year old girl)
+Donnie Darko (sometimes i like to pretend i'm dead and don't know...that's my explanation for being so confused...and of course jake gyllenhaal)
+Monkey Bone (comic book lust)
+Totally Fucked Up (gregg araki is a genius)
+Dancer In The Dark (it's important to watch a movie and feel like slitting your wrists afterward...screw you Lars von Trier)
+Stealing Home (touch the drain...i want someone to get what that really means)
+Rushmore (oh max fischer if i were 15 again...)
+Ghostworld (misfits and feeling lost...enough said)
+Fight Club (i consider myself the fluffier marla singer...is this cancer?)
+Brain Candy (kith...that's enough.)
+The Ice Storm (again, another movie to watch and slit your wrists to...and tobey maguire)
+Wonderboys (one of the best book to movie translations...michael chabon & tobey maguire)
+Fargo (high creepiness factor)
+Night Of The Living Dead (they're coming to get you barbara...original and best zombie movie.)
+Basketball Diaries (Jim Carroll...)
+What's Eating Gilbert Grape (i fell in love with gilbert...i wanted to beat arnie's ass tho...retarded or not.)
+Say Anything (this movie f'ed up a lot of girls and their expectations of guys..."in your eyes" makes me weepy)
+Return Of The Living Dead (if you loved me you'd let me eat your brains)
+Silence Of The Lambs (another good book to movie translation)
+The Cat Returns (good animation...confirmed my lifestyle as a crazy cat lady)
+Howl's Moving Castle (a girl with a mission prevails)
+Labyrinth (introduced me to david bowie)
+Neverending Story (i hold onto this to hold onto my childhood)
+Matilda (freakishly smart misunderstood girl...who knew?)
+Bound (jennifer tilly AND kinky lesbo sex? meow)
+The Dark Crystal (another childhood memory)
+200 Cigarettes (martha plimpton's obsession with elvis costello!)
+Trainspotting (marry me irvine welsh!)
+In My Skin (woman turns cannibal and eats her own body)
+Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind (i wish this procedure were real)
+James And The Giant Peach (i wish the spider were real...she was hot.)
+Willy Wonka And The Chocolate Factory (1971) (good guy gets what he deserves!)
+The Witches (i think the witches actually represent people with no sense of humor/creativity.)
+Bridge To Terabithia (PBS 1985) (kids create bizarre imaginary
land to make life more interesting.)
+American Beauty (i haven't decided yet why i like this movie...maybe it's thora birch's boobs.)
+American Psycho (christian bale naked with a chainsaw? swoon)
+The Good Girl (do what's right or what's exciting? i'm stuck in this constantly... plus jake gyllenhaal )
+Willow (another childhood memory.)
+Foxfire (angelina jolie when she was hot and didn't care about being weird...good soundtrack)
+Fun (extremely high creepiness factor)
+Mommie Dearest (don't fuck with me fellas...enough said)
+Jawbreaker (mostly just for the soundtrack.)

Ugh.

I didnt go swimming at all last week. My mood is not happy. Monday looms. I wish I had a mermaid friend during times like this.

Zeke has a sore paw. He's less concerned about this than I am. Seriously. How many lives does this cat have? He's been dosed with triple ATB ointment and given some ham.

Saturday night the MIL and I had a productive talk...for awhile with Andrew...for awhile without. This all played out very Slumber Party Style. She seems to get that my interaction with her lately is based on my poor coping mechanisms...not that I am "judging" her. I explained to her she likes to garden to get rid of stress and I like 3 things to relieve stress: Cutting, eating and cleaning. I haven't cut in four months, I am trying to not eat junk food so that leaves cleaning.

I also cut off all of my hair on Friday. I like it but it's a bit DeGrassi Junior High Punk.

Much movie watching this weekend. (Heather! I still have Fried Green Tomatoes!)

First:


Much <3ed.

Next was:


This was a gem. I feel like GB would appreciate this one.

And last, not to mention the most painful:

I'm sure Jane Austen is having a heart attack somewhere. All I can say is Cobra Dance.

This one was from the FIL. He tries. He's very much gotten into Bollywood and Middle Eastern music in general since I moved in. He was busting a groove to Sexy Boy by Hard Kaur earlier today. My little Hispanic FIL loves his bhangra.

Given this...I was thinking about how in nrsing homes (dont growl and hiss DJennma) they do those ridiculous wheelchair aerobics. Wouldn't it be awesome if we did wheelchair bellydance instead with these people?

My friend Alison and I used to work a psych unit of a nrsing home, which I know is probably redundant, but they loved when we would play Oingo Boingo and dance with them. I mean granted the director was a bit taken a back...but it got results! So I feel like add some zills in there and who knows what would happen.

I feel like giving people hugs. Which is odd for me. Srsly. And I am not drinking.

Have a good week all.