Joie de vivre

I really don't like being told I look like Chelsea Clinton, even if you mean Chelsea after plastic surgery. 

Fortunately I did have three cups of coffee this morning!

The family is due back within the hour. Goodbye, solitude. I loved thee!

The movies I've watched in the past few days have made me feel like being a heroine dancer who is married to a mob boss, expert in kung-fu, and speaks with a British accent. I love it when my imagination gets all muddled. It makes for some interesting times. 

For those who have seen North and South, what can you tell me about Mr. Thornton's accent? I am assuming it is meant to be a typical northern English accent of the period, but I hear traces of Scottish or Irish. Is this indeed typical? Whatever it was, it was lovely. And what a joy to see the man smile at the end. 

Margaret looked a lot like my friend Gwen B. I thought she was beautiful. I loved the whole thing! Pity it's so long that I won't have time to see it again for a very long time.

I walked out to the front and stopped dead for a moment, for it looked like you sitting there perched on the edge of a chair. Your posture, your hair, your skin, your color of clothing.

Then I looked closer and I saw that she was plump, with longer hair, and a toddler sitting at her feet.

But for a moment I thought it was you.

I've spent most of the past hour (between patrons) scanning funeral records and death certificates from the 1940s into the computer. It's sobering but somehow inspiring to touch history like this.

I like to have my decisions affirmed by someone random who doesn't know my life plans and isn't trying to be nice to me. Last night the composition professor--after telling me that out of 905 possible points, I'd made 907 (how does that work?)--told me the had the feeling I'd make a great college librarian. I was a little stunned and shocked, but pleased to be able to say that's what I'm planning on doing.

I feel like I have a million things to say, but no words. I feel...

"...cold."

(A red-haired guy [who looks like he could be the twin brother of someone I danced with last New Years Eve] has spent the whole day sitting very quietly on a ladder in our office, carefully Doing Things To Little Tiny Wires on our fiver-optic connection. He swears that he had nothing to do with the traffic lights going dark and causing a traffic jam in front of the library, OR the electicity going out in the whole south side of town, OR the internet at both the library and the schools going out for three hours. Did I mention he has red hair?)

clothofdreams, sorry I won't be there tonight. I was looking forward to it--I hope you have a good performance. =)

Just now someone thought I was their son's first grade teacher from a few years ago. (Sheesh, how old do I look?!) I "looked just like her! An...unusual face. *hand on my shoulder* No, that isn't right; not what I meant at all--lovely, very lovely."

Gosh, thanks.

Three hundred thirty and counting.

I think that I'm going to have a solitary picnic in the part tomorrow. You know, the kind with a basket and a blanket and a really good book. (Watch it begin to rain early tomorrow morning. Heh.)

*double take* A guy just came in--well, a kid, really--that looks like Harry Potter. "That's interesting. So there really IS a curse!"

Speaking of which (in a round about way) Hildago opens very soon and I'm seriously debating whether to go and see it. I'd like to. I'm not sure why, exactly, but I'd like to see it. Soon. Anyone else going to see it who would care to report how good it really is before I make up my mind?

As yes, Oscars. T'was fun. I was amazed. I expected LotR to be ignored again, and was thrilled to have them TAKE THEM ALL. Bwaha.

Yay, almost time to close. *gets ready to kick the people out* Goodbye, people! You are the Public in Public Library!

*feels weird*