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My mom and I watched a couple hours' worth of Coupling on BBC America this afternoon. I laugh SO HARD at that show, but then it makes me wistful in ways I don't feel it's right to say.

I love, love, love my little sister. Crazy kid. We drove around and talked about life and sang Apples in the Trees at the top of our lungs, and then I played her the angry girlrock version of Hey Ya. She tried to convince me to kidnap her and drive to Bloomington without telling our parents, but I told her the kidnapping charges would never stick so long as there was no goat in the car.

So no kidnapping, but we are making an emergency trip to Bloomington as soon as we get moving in the morning. I need some of my things, and she wants to bond, James Bond, so. Lots of Sleater-Kinney and Mirah and The Reputation, I expect, because she may think most of my music is ridiculous, but some of my loves have rubbed off on her. ♥

Speaking of my loves, I watched another Asian lesbian movie tonight. My third in three nights! Has there been some sort of Asian lesbian movement in the last couple of years?

The movie I watched tonight is called Les Filles Du Botaniste. I think other than really, really well-done comedies, this kind of movie is my favorite to watch. I love foreign films, and I love quiet love stories. Everything you need to know is in the body language, and oh. These girls have some beautiful body language.

The cinematography in this movie is so exquisite and breathtakingly of another world that by the time it ended, I'd forgotten where I was. I stood up and I almost didn't recognize my mother's office. The floor felt strange under my feet. Wistful again, but in an entirely different way.

I would like to say that I am overwhelmed with love for a few things at the moment.

First of all, Lucas Silveira from The Cliks.

I kind of maybe go into heat every time I watch their video for "Oh Yeah," and I have watched it A LOT in the last three days. I don't know what it is about him, but oh my god. The hair, and the tattoos on his arms, and the HANDS. Plus his voice is pure sex, and he's so openly emotional. It's that last bit that throws me over the edge. I wonder if he'll be my boyfriend?

Second and third of all, the movies Saving Face and Red Doors. I plan on buying them on DVD as soon as I get the chance, but I watched them on YouTube in the meantime. God. They're both amazing. The former is a little more conventional, but any movie that uses Cat Power for its love scene?

Yeah.

I found myself so wrapped up in Red Doors that I never wanted it to end. It's not a movie where a lot of things happen, but the actors created such a fine family that I just wanted to go on observing their lives. Forever. And ever. And ever. *sigh*

I asked the little sister if she wanted to go to the movies with me tonight, and then she pissed me off so I said she had to buy her own ticket. Which means she won't go. Whatever. I have no qualms about going by myself, if it comes down to it.

Oh man. Now I'm thinking about how I saw Before Sunset the first time. I decided to go at the last minute, and I went by myself, and I was the youngest person in the theater. Nobody even breathed until the credits rolled. We were all so entranced by Julie Delpy and Ethan Hawke. God I love it when people love things.

[ETA: Elaine Cassidy is still my DREAM girl.]

I go through phases in my wardrobe, like every other person on the planet. A pair of underwear that is always first to be worn after laundry day, a shirt I wear more often than anything else, etc.

Lately I've been favoring one of my strapless bras. It never slips! There are no straps to fall off of my shoulders! The material's very thin! I feel like it makes my breasts look more natural. More ripe for the plucking, you might even say.

Only, umm. It's FREEZING here in Kalamazoo. There is snow! In April! Which means that my nipples are constantly trying to introduce themselves to strangers. Oh man. Luckily I have been on TOP of the puns since I got here. I just have to keep the jokes coming, and then no one will notice my seriously obvious case of blue tits.


P.S. I like JoAnna's iTunes. And her sisters. Why is the Lewis family made of so much awesome?

Aww. Magic jello, despite its deliciousness, is not conducive to sleeping at night.

Remember this.

Argh.

I've been listening to a lot of Ani lately, to prepare myself for the concert next weekend. It really bothers me that I don't think I could pull off the "twenty things" meme with just her lyrics. I mean, I could, but I don't think I get anything across. It wouldn't be straightforward enough.

Goddammit. There has to be a way.

[ETA: ...Mirah? Could I do it with Mirah? Oh man.]