Scribbled down on a notepad, Sunday morning in bed, still half asleep:

Just a guitar and low-key drums
Eyes focus on the chocolate cookie crumbs

Warm, soft sheets in the morning

Sunbeams stroke my stomach

I enjoy the quiet

The west wind whispers in the air
Even skin and pretty smelling hair

Closed, gentle eyes

Then, curling up like a fetus

My heart beats to my favorite rhythm

Soap and summer and songs
And my fingertips feel the chocolate cookie crumbs

What the hell is it supposed to mean? Crazy weird.

Man, a lot has happened since I last blogged. At the same time, though, it seems as if all I have done lately is watch Gilmore Girls on DVD. I am officially addicted and if my bank account wasn’t below zero right now, I’d hit amazon.com and order the remaining three seasons. I want to see them so bad. I am constantly tempted to just go ahead and watch it online for free but that’s just not the same.

I want to relax on my bed and watch the whole thing on TV. So, right now, I’m mentally preparing for at least one month of waiting for the next season.

Another thing I have to have - but don’t have the money for - is New Moon by Stephenie Meyer. Everybody celebrated her novel Twilight the way I imagine people did when a jolly, jaunty dairy farmer first tried coating peanutbutter in chocolate, slapped the Reese’s tag on it - and the world hasn’t been the same since.

So I went and bought it and although I never thought I’d enjoy a story involving supernatural elements, I was captivated. Completely. That book was so good. I loved it! So now I’m longing for the Twilight sequel New Moon. I have to have it.

On another note, studying for my oral Biology exam is going… well, not well. I can’t seem to be able to save information and then recall it. Which is ironic because isn’t that one of the brain’s jobs? I thought so. And what’s even more annoying: I’m sure that I could tell you details of the first four Gilmore Girls seasons I watched this week or the storyline of Twilight or my friends’ birthdays and phone numbers as well as full names of all 120 seniors in my class and lyrics to any freaking song there is, but Biology stuff just WILL NOT STICK. I hate it. And it makes studying useless. I don’t know what to do.

The exam was originally set for May 14, next Wednesday - one day after my dad’s birthday. But today my guidance counselor called and informed me that it was pushed back to May 16 because the surveying teacher had a death in his immediate family. I’m not sure whether that’s good or bad news. Having the exam two days later, I mean. I am so ready for this to be over.

Anyway, later tonight I met up with some friends to watch Titanic which I had never really seen in one piece before. I only had seen snippets here and there - because at age eight my brother had a phase where he would watch the movie over and over again on videotape and so I’d have no choice but catch some of it while walking by. It’s without a doubt a good movie and yes, I’ll admit that I did find it romantic.

Tomorrow my mom’s going into town to buy some things for my dad’s birthday and I’ll see if I can tag along and get Gilmore Girls’ season five on DVD. I think I only have about ten bucks left to spend. I’m afraid it’ll be more like 12.99. Which is a shame. Let’s just say: if it takes me another week to blog then they probably had it for ten. If I’m back tomorrow - well, then there’s a rant coming up.

I mean the show is awesome in itself and I’ve been glued to the TV the past couple of days, anyway… BUT HOW COME NOBODY TOLD ME THAT MILO VENTIMIGLIA WAS ON GILMORE GIRLS??? I believe my fan-girlish ramblings about him were first published on this website last February in a post about Ikea bedding. Now, help me out here - is there a secret meaning or hidden connection behind any of that? I’d like to believe so because otherwise I don’t see much sense in any of what I just wrote.

Okay. What.

But that’s Milo. And that’s me. Pretty actors tend to manipulate my mind into utter confusion.

He is so handsome. Season three and four on DVD are on their way here now.

I am officially addicted. Ugh.