Right now I want to run up and down on the spot and punch the air above my head. The reason for this sporadic behaviour: So You Think You Can Dance! I can not wait, I hope it is as good as the first season because the second season was a little bit lame. It lacked a "Rhys" character. Oh glory be.
Once again I have come to the conclusion that Moe (see above) is not a sausage dog. If he wasnt already elderly I would ask him; "When you grow up will you be a sausage dog?". I guess my hopes are in vain.
Until last night I did not realise just how fun the Hannah Montana movie could be. I loved her yellow Dr. Martens, pony, dresses and general fun times. I liked when Travis (Lucas Till) waited for her at dinner in his beautiful skinny tie with a bunch of flowers. All over it was surprisingly good.
People who make me glad to have brown hair:
I dont like how everyone latches on to Audrey Hepburn, but I like this photo and I do like her.
You are perfecting circular breathing 
A few weeks ago my sisters and I watched 'The Princess Protection Program', it was very silly but very fun. I love the way Disney makes up these small European countries for movies like this one. I particularly love the Genovian national anthem from 'The Princess Diaries', I quite often find myself singing it in a robust tone whilst walking through my abode. Oh the delights of cinema!
Today Be, Lella, Zee and I ventured forth to the Vintage By The Sea Market. I found my future dining table and Lella decided I was going to buy a giant chair and a painting to hang above it. It was enjoyable.
I thought I was born with my natural talent for interpretive dance... but moments ago I watched the film clip to Wuthering Heights, Kate Bush, and realised that all my skill came from watching rage on weekend mornings as a child. The swaying at the end is definitely the highlight, you think she is gone, but oh no, she is not.
Of late I have been brewing iced tea, the sourness of the fresh lemon juice combined with the green vanilla tea thrills my senses. My tea making distracts me from the fact that Lella, Zee, Be and Mishka Von Strauski have left me, and returned to their holiday-no-more locations. 
I don't want another lover 
If we were more like our dreams the world would not function, or certainly not from what I know of my dreams.
Today I found a few blogs that made me smile. One of these was KateLovesMe. This boy has great style.
I love Casablanca. I want to open a venue that sells drinks just so I can have Sam play there every night.
...for there are people in bear suits waiting to pounce.
My first goal, (from my list of goals, listed below) is beginning to be reality. On Tuesday I partook in the purchase of my first skateboard. After months of looking through Lella's copy of New Skateboard Graphics, by J. Mamdev Hardisty, I was slightly worried that I wouldn't find a skateboard that I thought was pleasing to the eye. But lo! I walked into the store and saw the timber-jackish glory. The nice man with a British accent who worked at the store helped me to choose the pieces I required and then put it all together for me. Zee and Be were horrified when the grip tape went on and the nice label that was on the top of the deck was covered, Zee said, 'But that's the best part" and put her hands to her face. The process was enjoyable.
