wait, what?

I do not understand this concept. Daniel Day-Lewis as Guido Contini? Confuse me?
Happily, Marion Cotillard is still attached to the project, which solely redeems it for me. That woman can do no wrong. She could, like, eat babies or something and I'd be all "YEAH GO FRENCH GIRL."

satc, at long last.

I could write about all the reasons I cried during Sex and the City: the Movie, or I could just bypass it and say how much I loved it. Yeah, it was probably pretty cliche, but it was also pretty great. I cried because I was happy, because I was sad, because I love these characters. I would be lying if I said I didn't cry for the New Yorkness of it all, too, because I did.
I'd like to be able to write something that actually means...something about the movie so I'm not just a squealy fangirl, but I'm tired now. So maybe tomorrow. Or maybe not tomorrow, because I work a lot, and maybe not Sunday because I work a lot then, too. But soon.

baby meerkat time.

Because sometimes you just need one.

note to self...

...Yeah, this is why I'm moving out of this house in two months. Thanks, family, for the reminder.

oh plz.

Just to recap my day thus far:
1. My entire CD tower, which is about as tall as me, fell over. There are probably about two hundred CDs on it. It's kind of a bitch to re-stack them all.

and

2. I had to answer the door for the refrigerator repairman (laugh it up, Kayla) in my pajamas just now. I'm wearing my 2006 Tony nominees t-shirt and light blue pajama capris with Thumper from "Bambi" printed all over them. I'm a winner.

yeah...

This is the best thing I've read online in a while, and pretty much sums up my life at work.

debbie downer.

I don't like not having a plan.
I have always been someone who has to have a plan. Kay has always urged me to be more spontaneous. Sometimes I guess I do enjoy being spontaneous, but most of the time I like to have a plan. I like to know what time we're going out, who's going, where we're meeting, who's driving, when I should be ready.
I had a plan after graduation, and that plan was New York. I had been putting, more or less, all my energy into that plan. Since last fall, and more concretely since January, not a day went by that I didn't think about moving. Maybe I invested too much of myself into something that wasn't tangible to me (it wouldn't be the first time). After all the scheming and dreaming and booking of trips and saving of money, it took about five minutes for the whole thing to go up in smoke.
I guess if I've learned anything, it's not to put all my eggs in one basket, or something like that. I'm stuck here for another year, at least. I've resigned myself to that, but it hasn't been easy. I know New York isn't going anywhere, but at present, neither am I.

erm...

I have cut my finger on my hair dryer.
I know, I know. I don't know how it happened, either.
The best part about this is that it's the SECOND time I've done so. I'm not quite sure what's going on.

mojo.

I was going to write a long, meaningful post about how I've lost my blogging mojo in the past four years, and why I haven't posted here in over two weeks even though I just started this blog, and why even though I've kind of felt like--to quote a good friend of mine--"my insides have been scooped out," I plan to soldier on, blah blah.
Then I decided, screw it.
I'm going to try blogging the way I used to blog. At random, without much forethought, and constantly.
I miss my blog mojo. I want it back.

Off to lunch now.

and it begins.

I'm officially moved off-campus, back home, and done with college. Talk about bizarre. Commencement is Sunday and I'm not looking forward to it. Standing/sitting/whatever for probably close to three hours listening to a bunch of names being read does not sound like fun.
But good things about today? I got a new dress. It be summer-ish and cutes.
I guess that's all I've got. Oy, I'm getting boring in my old age.

score.

Hillary won Indiana! This is my second time voting, but it's the first time I actually feel like my vote was important.

Millie just informed me that canned Cool Whip is now being made. I'm not sure how I'll function without her when I have to move back home in a couple days. I'll probably just sit in my room, laughing by myself, saying "If Millicent was here, something would be funny!" And then the cats will look at me like a crazy woman, and...well, what else is new.

"i say madam, you say president! MADAM! PRESIDENT!"

So...my last "final" is tomorrow, but it's not really a final at all. Our professor decided not to give us a final, which is great. Much appreciated and stuff. But, because the university requires him to hold class at the time of the final, he decided everyone should bring food. Except the class is about the Vietnam War. So we were supposed to bring Vietnamese food. ...Riiiight. Hi, I'm Cara, and I don't cook. Ever. I can barely make a frozen pizza. Millie offered to make something if I found a recipe, so I looked up cookies figuring that would be easy peasy. Cookies are easy peasy. Well, none of the Vietnamese cookies sounded tasty, so we wound up making oatmeal scotchies. At least I'm bringing something. And who doesn't like a cookie? Exactly.

As of this moment there is one county holding up the results of our IN primary. I wonder if that county is just being snooty on purpose. Hillary came here last night for the second time, and because I wasn't working this time I got to go. I'd never been to a rally before and it was definitely entertaining--I thought it would seem like forever getting there early, standing in line and waiting for her to talk, but it actually kind of flew by because people-watching was just so damn amusing. The crowd wasn't huge, but most people were really enthusiastic. It was a neat thing to be part of. And, of course, seeing Hillary in person was awesome. She was waaaay shorter than I thought she was. Which makes me happy, because I'm also short and I enjoy finding other short folks. Especially short powerful folks. Like Hillary. And Bette Davis. And Judy Garland. And Gloria Swanson. And other people. ANYWAY. After Hillary finished talking and was making her way around the floor shaking hands and stuff, I was plotting the best way to get down there to try to meet her and Millie taps me and says, "Um, look at this guy." There is this middle-aged guy standing off to the side of the crowd on the floor, JAMMIN' OUT to "9 to 5." Like, hardcore rocking out to Dolly. It was incredible. Millie recorded it via cell phone. I eventually tried to make my way through the crowd to get to Hillary--and I got right up in front (yay being short and wee), but she was always like just far enough ahead of me to where I couldn't get her attention. All I wanted was a picture :o( But I took some pictures to prove how close I was. Will post them laters.

hewwo.

I'm Cara, this is my blog. In less than a week I graduate from college and will be forced to begin life in the real world. Will I succeed? Will I fail? Stay tuned.