MY LEAST FAVORITE WORD:  hypocrite.

I HATE that word.  I don't necessarily hate hypocrites.  I think that there's something a little noble (believe it or not) in preaching correctly even if you don't have the strength or intelligence to act correctly.

I just have an extremely negative bias against the word.  Memories.

Morons.  Idiots.  Little boys.

Oh gee, I'm being redundant.

I blame it all on Mo.

When we were sitting in the theater, (Amina, me, and the Bronx boy), he guessed that she was going to be a science lab research person.  He said that it was his first impression of her - what he immediately perceived her future to be like.  She was all giddy and happy and satisfied with this correct analysis.  (Analysis.  Oy vey.  Amina is most definitely destined to research SOMETHING and then scientifically report EVERYTHING.)

I, on the other hand, seemed to be in store for something completely different (according to Mo.)

He said that at first glance, he thought that I would be (drumroll please) an actress.

*glorified music comes to a screeching halt*  An actress?

I was more than slightly disgusted with my alleged future career.  An actress.  Amina confirmed it and then it was just me against the gang, swearing that I'm not two-faced enough to go into *does swooning motion* drama.

He argued with me, saying that he saw it in my dramatic flare.  No, he didn't use the words "dramatic flare" - but trust me, the way I'm saying it sounds MUCH better than the words he used.

And now, a couple weeks later, I'm sitting around thinking about... ew this is horribly painful to say... a career in... acting?

Nix the question mark.  It's my thought right now, and it's not really in question.  A couple hours ago, it was.  But now, almost midnight, when all the fuzzy little thoughts are having a parade in my head, the notion seems plausible.  Me.  An actress.  Well, to my credit, I'm definitely good at *does swooning motion again.*

Ah, kidding.  Mocking myself.  I'm definitely good at that too.

In my mind, this country's biggest artistical mistake was making two different careers - "screen writers" and "actors."  Sure, for those who want to pick and choose, by all means you should do so.  However, I am a firm believer in the idea that whoever wrote them is best to act them.

That's what my concept of the Catharsis group is all about.  It's a little idea cowering in the back of my head, but one of these days, I'm sure it'll be pushed to the surface.

In the mean-time... me... an actress?  I don't know about all that.

* mir

It still smells in this house.

We had all 28 windows replaced yesterday.  The silicon fumes get to you after a while.  These four guys came to do the job, and they did pretty well.  They were just walking around with their big muddy boots and their yucky tools ALL DAY.  And then they put the stuff on the window that makes it smell like happy hour.

*shrug*

It's not snowing enough to score us a snow day tomorrow, so in my mind, the snow is just a nuisance at this point.  We'll see if that turns around.  Hopefully it will.

All right, I'm off to read some of MERCHANT OF VENICE for Shakespeare class.  Dr. Solberg wants me to take one of Portia's speeches and "teach" it in class from a Jewish point of view.  Sounds really interesting (and is definitely something I'd be interested in doing) but it's just another thing to do.

Pet peeve of the moment:  Profanity in the mouths of children.

Pet peeve of the century:  Immature boys.

Plus, Yanie doesn't like the use of "impact" as a verb.  Now I get to be perpetually annoyed by that too.

Love,
mir

My internet is WORKING.  *basks in glory*  The novelty has worn off a bit since it's been working since Monday, but you should have seen me then.  I was outrageously thrilled.  Poor Nathan.  I think he got the brunt of my absolute joy.  His e-mail was HUGE.  (Thanks to him, by the way, for being a good kid and remembering my birthday.  And wishing me a happy birthday the day before and the day of.  He's such a cute little boy.)

I've been looking through all of these blogskins for what seems like forever.  This Xanga is actually the only Xanga that I'm happy with as far as appearance.  I'm getting restless with the other ones for some reason.  And rather than start a new blog or something to fulfill my lay-out needs (and get Yanie and Sarrah even more confused), I figured I'd mess around with the back-drops and designs and stuff.  Only problem is that the designs seem to be messing around with ME.  I haven't been able to find one that I'm perfectly happy with, except the one that I'm using for my blog.  And I refuse to use the same one for multiple journals.  Ah, the problems.

I have so much reading to catch up on this weekend.  Not only do I still have a bazillion books on the list that I need to read, but I also borrowed new ones from the G-ville library.  Some for pleasure reading, some otherwise.  I have to write an essay on the presidentail impeachments (comparing and contrasting) for next week so I took out books on that.  Problem is, each impeachment has a book worth of material on it.  I still haven't decided if I'm actually going to buckle down and read all about them.  I'll be an expert in impeachment.  Doesn't that seem appropriate?

Umm I think that would be it for now.  11:15 AM and I'm still in my PJs.  Disgraceful.

Love,
mir