Willy Wonka! Willy Wonka!

That two-second line from the opening song has been stuck in my head all evening and probably will be there for at least the rest of the week.

I went to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory today. I give it two thumbs way up. I seriously giggled through the whole thing. Especially at "the discovery of his first grey hair" and at the 2001 black obelisk spoof.

Just one concern. Is it weird that I still find transgendered-man-child Johnny Depp incredibly sexy?

It's probably my inner five year-old boy talking.

Well, at any rate, I'm feeling very inspired... along with a curious desire to wear purple velvet......

Worst Day of My Life To Date

The title explains it all. I always had this nasty suspicion that I would prematurely grey. Sometimes I would see really light hairs near the base of my scalp, and convince myself that they were actually blonde.

Today, just a little over a month shy of my 23rd birthday, I looked in the mirror at work and noticed my first real grey hair. No mistaking it - it's about six inches long. Long enough to tuck behind my ear, at least. I whimpered, called my mommy- no sympathy there, just laughter. Called Karen - no sympathy there either, more laughter. So I gave up on calling people and went to Burger King instead. When my friends and family can't comfort me, cheese always can.

I feel older tonight than I did this morning. It's all downhill from here.

Half-Blood Mania

Today I feel like the hugest geek in the world. Less than twenty-four hours following the release of the 6th Harry Potter installment, I turned the last page of the book. Let me make one thing very clear; I'm not a fanatic (ha, I save all my fanatic energy for Star Wars!) I just enjoy the series. I know that lots of adults read them. Nonetheless, I still feel a little dorky, so bear with me as I rationalize.

For one thing, I'm a very fast reader and the book isn't exactly heavy reading.

For another, it's entertaining. Ron and Hermione make me laugh. Rowling nails teenage melodrama.

Well, that's all the rationalization I've got in me. Nope, not much there. I like pre-teen literature and I'll just have to accept that. Watch out for my future blog entries on Judy Blume and Carolyn B Cooney.

ps. The end of the book had me in tears. Yes! Tears.

Pictures, Pictures, Pictures

I promised days ago, and now I'm finally going to deliver. Here are my fantastic Hawaii photos. (They weren't worth waiting for, were they?)

I'm Back!

I'm terribly jet-lagged and desperately wanting to forsake "reality" for paradise. But here I am anyway. Damn.



Awwh. Pretty plumerias. Hawaii is the only place on earth you can wear one behind your ear and not feel like an idiot. I will be posting a bunch of my photos tomorrow. I tried to do it tonight, and the internet connection to my computer said "no". So you have to wait a day.

Anywhoo, I had a really great time in Maui. I watched the sun rise from the top of a mountain, bathed in a waterfall-fed pool, went parasailing, went on a dinner cruise, spelunked through a lava tube, hiked through a bamboo forest, drove through a rain forest with 54 1-lane bridges, saw an active volcano, drank lots of pina coladas and lava flows, barely had any guys hit on me...

Who would have guessed the island is entirely populated with honeymooning couples this time of year? There's nothing like taking a vacation to get away from everything and then find yourself surrounded by couples at the very peak of their lifetime happiness. Ugh. You know, I'm ok with singlehood. I like freedom. Sunsets on the beach just aren't the same by yourself.

So I'm going to go catch up on my sleep now.

By the way, Karen, who is this "Squid" guy, who didn't have all their teeth, and who are you accidentally calling? I feel like I don't even know you!