I think it's been something like a year since I've last even logged in here. I've been Facebookin' it up, but no one cares about you there. It's really easy to "like" something when all the proof required is one click. Would anyone else out there "like" anything I had to say if they didn't already know me? I guess I'm about to find out.

I've decided to post, as often as I can, entries solely about things that I like. New things that I've discovered that I can't get enough of, old things I used to love and wish there were more of. Sounds and feelings, candy and movies and people and places. Maybe I can show you something you've never seen. Maybe you can tell me something I've never known. Maybe you'll disagree with me and we can rant and rave 'til the sun don't shine, and it'll still be better than what I have now because Facebook doesn't have a "dislike" button.

Today I saw a film called "How To Be." I cannot tell a lie- I only watched it because it has Robert Pattinson in it. Before you go all crazy pointin' fingers and stuff, I do not enjoy Edward Cullen. I'm not campaigning for peace between vampires and werewolves and I do NOT buy calendars full of pictures of the next-big-thing actors. I saw Twilight once, and I heard a song and a voice, and it was beautiful and soulful and I had to know more about this "R-Pattz."

Turns out, the guy can act. Not very well in Twilight, of course, but elsewhere. In How To Be. I saw this movie and I love it and I'm going to watch it again. And probably again. A tiny, slight piece of my delight was in realizing that it was only released in England, so most of the teeny-bopper vampirettes probably haven't seen it. And they haven't seen their precious Edward Pattinson act like a total dweeb. A lovable dweeb, but a dweeb nonetheless.

I have never been much of an Indie-flick fan. Eternal Sunshine, yeah, all well and good. Napoleon Dynamite was probably the closest I've gotten to really loving an Indie, and that was a far cry from the brooding, emotional, deep journeys of the most celebrated ones.

But this one is different and I don't know why. Maybe I'm just surprised at how brilliant Pattinson can be when playing to an audience above 13. Maybe I just need to stop watching American films. Whatever it is, it's wonderful. Full of quirky humor and plenty of awkward from the cutest little nerd that could, it's one of those things that I want to tell everyone I know about, and yet keep it hidden away so those nasty little buggers can't get their claws into it.

So that's my favorite thing for today. I waited through 12 hours of school to watch it after having seen the first 6 minutes. Tomorrow I'll probably write about candy corn or new shoes, but today I'm in love with a dweeb named Art.

I've recently (10 seconds ago, to be exact) become aware that people are clamoring to hear more of the wonderful things I have to say!....okay, so that's an over-exaggeration. It was only one person, and I have this sneaking suspicion that he's more interested in calling me out on a falsehood than actually hearing more of my blathering.

To avoid being a big fat liar, and to appease my many fans, I will write.

Just don't expect it to be amusing or interesting in the least. And it's not because my life isn't intriguing. I assure you, it is. I just have a busy schedule and I don't normally like to share things for no reason unless they somehow prove to be monumental.

Today I will make an exception, if only to clear my name from the Most Wanted list.

Yesterday, I found a diamond ring in a public bathroom. And that's where all my ethics training left me. I felt like Edward Scissorhands at the dinner table, you know that scene where the dad's like "what would you do if you found a wallet full of money?" and Edward tells him that he'd use the money to buy presents for his friends.
Seriously, I didn't know what to do. I thought about turning it in to the Lost and Found, only, I have no idea if a college campus would even have one of those, or where it would be if they did. I figured the person might come back to get it, so I should just leave it, right? But then the next person to come in would probably take it. I'll admit, I did think for a second about all those expensive text-books I had to buy, and wondered how much a ring like that would go for on eBay, but that idea was quickly dismissed. I'm just not like that.
So I left it.
I left the ring in the bathroom hoping that the person would come back and get it before someone else stole it.
I'll never know what happened. Does it follow that I should continue to think about whether I did the right thing if I'll never know the answer? Or is knowing I did the "right thing" just a matter of appeasing my guilt and curiosity?
I don't know. I didn't steal it. I think that's all that really matters to me.

Happy now? Normally I wouldn't write about this. But actually, little everyday things with big meanings amuse me quite a bit.

So that's it. Maybe next time I'll tell you the story about the other day when I got this piece of sand stuck in my eye for an hour.

Bye.
Char!

My ruby slippers came in the mail today!
I've been gathering various pieces of my Halloween costume for a month now. I'm going to be Dorothy.
Everyone says that I'm going about this way too early, but I can't help it, I love Halloween. Ask my dentist why.

Hopefully this year will be a lot better than last year's Pirate fiasco. As it turns out, being a "pirate-maiden" is not as fun as it sounds. Also, trekking for hours through a neighborhood where the old man on the corner's boiled peanuts in styrofoam cups are the hit of the night while your fake hoop earrings keep falling out and your eyesight is severely impaired by an eyepatch--not so wonderful.

This year, I'm thinking I'll skip trick-or-treating (though I love it dearly) and spend Halloween at work, passing out candy to the kids. Wow, I know, sounds exciting, huh? But we have a costume contest and everything so it'll be fun to see everyone dressed up. PLUS, if I sit outside the store giving out candy, I won't have to work! Sounds like a plan.

Besides, last year I got some really weird looks. Apparently, 19 is a little old to be trick-or-treating. Who knew?

So here I am on a new website. It always feels really awkward, however I think this will be good. Mayybe. Once I figure out the little things, I fully intend to pull out all the stops, y'know, bring in that hardcore stuff about growing up, politics, classic literature, Donkey Kong.....

I'd like to think I'll be somewhere between Clark Gable and that baby from Dinosaurs. You figure it out.


Check back often if you can/dare, I promise I've got a lot to say!