Sunshine nail polish

I had figured when I started reading The Fountainhead that I would fall in love. After the first chapter I knew I'd fall in love with Howard Roark. But now I just don't know. While I side with Howard a lot more than Peter, he is no Mr. Knightley. And now that the library due date is almost past, I'm wondering whether to just give up on The Fountainhead [which I am less than half way through - which is a sign within itself that I am not in love] or risk late fees.

I think it might get pushed aside for a second read of Emma [Oh, how I feel like I need a dose of Mr. Knightley now!] or Super Paper Mario [thank yooooou, mall gift card] for that matter. Or The Sims 3.

[I'm being consumed by technology.]

Anywhos, wish me luck for tomorrow - I'm going in for my new second job orientation, so let's hope I don't screw up.

p.s. has anyone seen the new Rango trailer where they show the production of it with clips of the actors rehearsing? Every time it comes on, I stop to turn and watch it. Amazing.

p.p.s. Rango made me think of Black Swan that's out now, which I saw two nights ago. It is eff'ed up but amazingly brilliant. If Natalie Portman doesn't get an Oscar, I will go into shock. And then cry.

p.p.p.s. the end. I promise.

"You're such a hypochondriac" "You mean kleptomaniac, don't you?" "...Yes."

Christmas is fast approaching for me, and with Christmas comes my birthday four days before. It's pretty exciting if I do say so myself.

As I explained to my step-dad earlier, the joy of having a birthday is that it gives me an actual reason to go out and party [I'm not really a partier on days other than on or around my birthday. Except for the brief few months after I turned 19 and the literal drunken power overtook my sensibility. I got over that pretty fast]. And, I added for good measure, I haven't reached the age yet where I want to hide how old I am turning [Twenty-two].

In other news, I've started reading The Fountainhead because it seems to keep coming up in my life without me ever having read it. So I am reading it. So far I can't tell if I love it or not. The most pleasing part of it so far [oh, naive me] was finding out Ayn Rand was a woman. We'll see how it goes.