tea berry-blue (teaberryblue) wrote,
tea berry-blue


I just counted, and I have met exactly 1/3 (57/171) of my LJ friends! That is a pretty high number, I think. There are a few of you I've spoken to on the phone but not met, too. And on top of that, I expect to meet callmecaito and comedychick pretty soon, and then it will be 59 out of 171!

Also, this past week, on Thursday night, I managed to achieve one of my goals for the year: I saw 100 movies from 2008. To be perfectly honest, the first few were actually from 2007, but still! 100 movies! In a year! That is pretty good, and there are still a couple more coming out this year that I would like to see.

My list of really, really good movies that everyone should see from this year includes:

The Counterfeiters
Let The Right One In
Roman de Gare
Slumdog Millionaire
Son of Rambow

My definite, without a doubt, worst movie of the year goes to The Ruins. Just...seriously, no. Not unless you like watching scantily-clad people eviscerate themselves. I, like, gave this a half a star just for existing? I don't give anything half-stars. Seriously.

But one hundred movies, woo!

On Friday, I had a little adventure. It went like this:

11:30 AM snow starts coming down in sheets. As in, we couldn't see out the windows. So the head of our company walks around the office telling us all to go home if we need to. My mom starts calling, worried that she's not going to be able to get to the train station later, so I asked my boss if it's okay for me to leave to get up to Connecticut.

I leave work around 12:10 pm and manage to catch a 12:48 train. Train gets in around 3pm.

Mother finally makes it through the snow to the train station at 4:45. She left to get there at 1:45. It took her three hours to make what is usually a 25 minute drive. Meanwhile, this isn't an actual train station, it's just a platform with a parking lot. And I don't have a hat, or gloves, or warm shoes, and I'm wearing a knee-length skirt, because when we have lousy weather in New York, I usually try to wear something that won't drag in slush. There's a little shelter, like a bus shelter, so I sit in there and freeze my butt off till my mom gets there.

We got home at 8:45. The ride home took so long that we stopped at a friend's house to get in a pee break, because at this point, I've been traveling since just after noon. The traffic was just...dead stopped. Dead. Stopped. I've never seen anything like it outside of rush hour in New York City. On the way home, we passed an overturned Jeep, in the middle of one of those dark, hilly, country roads, so I made my first 911 call since I lived at home and had to call in my mother's various domestic kitchen accidents.

Seriously, I could have been in England with the amount of transit I did. Seven hours and thirty-five minutes for what usually takes two and a half. And part of it was very, very cold. The first thing my mother did when we walked in the house was pour me a glass of bourbon.

Today we went to the liquor store, and I got a lovely American gin, which is the one I used to make today's cocktail, and we went grocery shopping for Christmas groceries.

Finally, I just like this photo. I don't know why; I look super messy. But I like it.

Tags: life, livejournal, movies, photos
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