It has been only five days, yet I have a list of obsessions that have cropped up or reoccurred in those many moons.

Anne Boleyn and the Tudors: I re-read The Other Boleyn Girl, and then had to watch Anne of the Thousand Days (in my opinion it doesn't hold up, especially with the newest research available, but then again, neither do some details from The Other Boleyn Girl) and then I had to request a book from the library called The Life and Death of Anne Boleyn. Still waiting on that request, but in the meantime I have Mary, Queen of Scots to watch. I tried to get Elizabeth with Cate Blanchett (pppreeettttyyyy) but they didn't have it at the library. Alas, alack, no Tudor Triple Feature for me.

Waitress: Great movie. Surprised me because the cover made it seem as though it would be your standard chick-flick rom-com, but it was a whole different movie than that. Plus pie. Lotsa pie. Plus a guy so desperate for a girl he spontaneously spouts really bad poetry (reminiscent of my so-called sex life). Plus Nathan Fillion, whom I love. I know I say that a lot, but for Nathan, I actually mean it. If I met him tomorrow I would let him marry me. Today I pledge to him my troth. And my very best blueberry cobbler.

Grad School: Started a personal statement, which is an act that puts me in the middle of a busy highway in the dead of night with the headlights so brightly shining in my face that my antlers quiver with fear. I love to write and I'm pretty good at it, but don't ask me to write about myself being a writer. Why? I DON'T KNOW. But it kind of goes like this: if you're going to write something that describes what a talented, skilled, powerful, multi-faceted writer you are, it better be effing good. Kind of goes side-by-side with my writing-poetry-for-a-poet theory. Lotsa pressure. Lots. And I really want it to work and have them beg me to come to their school and throw fellowships and assistantships at me so that they can claim me as their very own alumnus.

Comedy: Watched Spaced again, watched Role Models, watched a lot of outtakes and gag reels. Simon Pegg has to be dead to me as a romantic interest - he went and knocked up his wife and seems really happy about it, which kills my married-for-some-sort-of-work-permit-convenience theory. Sigh. There's always Nathan. Canadian. HAWT. I've also been scoping funnyordie.com because I'm looking for fun in all the fun places, and my life has changed. This series of videos (there are three chapters thus far) encapsulates all of my beliefs in good and evil.

Casual Sex Episode One: eHarmony from Andrea Savage

There is also a series called "Drunk History" which is pretty gorram hilarious - although you do have to withstand some vomiting, which I don't usually stand for. But the concept and its execution are so funny I keep going back for more.

I just want to say here that the little voice in my head was sick this weekend (AGAIN) so I had plenty of time for entertainment while she slept between bouts of gastrointestinal fireworks.