I've decided I really want a round bed . . .

Preferably one that is suspended from the ceiling.

If I had lived in the 1960s I think I would have been a flight attendant:

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legit.

Other dream jobs of mine currently include B movie actress, trapeze artist, muse, and private investigator; but only if it was just like how it is on Remington Steele.

Christmas was wonderful

It really, really was.

I think the worst feeling ever is when someone you like a whole lot is really depressed and you can't do a thing about it.

The past couple days have been quite nice. I realized I could no longer put off my Christmas shopping so yesterday Andrew and I went and both got everything done in one go. I am slightly intimidated by shopping malls at any time of year, so Christmas gets a little intense. But it wasn't too painful, now I am putting off wrapping; wrapping paper and I do not get along very well. Hannah and David got here last night; making this the first time since August that all five of us are in the same place. It's fun to think that this time last year we were all frustratedly trying to figure out if David was ever going to propose and now he and Hannah are married and both here for Christmas.

Also my passport arrived, which means I am all set to go to Scotland. I cannot wait :)

It somehow got to be 4:45 am without me noticing which means that it is Christmas Eve. I am watching reruns of The Nanny like the classy well cultured girl that I am.

Merry Christmas lovelies.

"All I can do is be me, whoever that is" -Bob Dylan

I have a new outlook on life. It's called I don't care. Not that I don't care about life; just that when someone says "hey Ell, did you know (insert some complete shit that's going on that I have no control over)?" I will just respond "I don't care." Caring causes too much trouble.

Today one of my friends told me he had seen a movie that made him think of me. I looked it up and it turned out to be a low budget movie about over sexed gay men who become zombies. Sometimes I wonder what my friends think of me.

Yesterday was a good day. Sunday night Jess and I went in to DC and stayed the night at dad's apartment so that yesterday we could go to the American Art museum to see the Normal Rockwell exhibit. Amazing. I love Norman Rockwell and his pictures are even more impressive in person. I loved it.

We also saw two exhibits in the national portrait gallery. One was "Elvis at 21: Photographs by Alfred Wertheimer" which was exactly what it sounds like and very enjoyable. And the second was called "Hide/Seek" and was about the sexual difference in the making of modern American portraiture and how art reflected society's changing view on sexuality. (yes, I copied that from the brochure) It had portraits from the 1800s up through the Stonewall riots, the AIDS epidemic and today. It was also great. (though to me any exhibit that contains something by Keith Haring is great) A lot of the pieces can be seen at the exhibits website and is worth looking at.

After the museums we met up with a friend who lives in the area for lunch, the botanical garden and the national tree because you need to do the stereotypical christmasy things.

Also I went to a cupcake shop for the first time in my life today. I was not at all disappointed.

It was a nice day. A good break from life.

My brother comes home today, my oldest sister tomorrow, and I still have to do all of my christmas shopping.

Nothing in the world is more common than unsuccessful people with talent" -Banksy

There are several things in this world I really love; these include street artists and documentaries. So when street artists make documentaries naturally I'm intrigued. This is the case with Exit Through the Gift Shop, directed by Banksy. ETtGS follows an eccentric french film maker turned artist as he follows street artists in Los Angeles. Though presented as a documentary, there's wide speculation that the whole movie is an elaborate hoax, but regardless it is very entertaining, covers it's subject matter and includes footage of really interesting artwork. I like it.

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

-Neil Gaiman