palace of winds

I abandon this whole idea of skinning the site and code this design normally so it doesn’t look all freakish with the blinking images and the big ugly padded space at the bottom?

or:

I come up with a whole new design that can be coded so it doesn’t look freakish?

Aaand my Monday was just totally fixed. Carrie called. She’s going to be in Minneapolis for a month or so before she goes to Rome, and then when she gets back we may (money permitting) take a road trip out to Amherst, where we’d hang out for a few days and get to see Boston and her school. I really need a job.

When you don’t have a dishwasher, eating is the most inconvenient thing in the world. I wish I could do entirely away with it. Woke up with Tori’s rendition of “I Don’t Like Mondays” in my head, but that was all right. Seems fitting.

Steph and I have been in the WRC since five this afternoon. We watched all of the A&E Pride and Prejudice miniseries, which I had never seen before. And let me just say mmm mmm Colin Firth. I’ve loved him for years, and he was brilliant as Mr. Darcy with all of his long, intense stares. His I-will-gobble-you-up stares. His I-am-slightly-dangerous-with-a-heart-of-gold stares. His screw-me–oh, you get it.

And now we’re watching Interview with the Vampire, which is hilarious, and eating chocolate-covered strawberries, which are delicious. The former is a tradition from freshman year that we’re renewing now. I don’t even want to think about how little time I have left, how few days I have in which to perform these nostalgic rites.

Ah, and Louis has just said my favorite line of the movie. He is speaking of seeing sunsets for the first time since he died, on film:

“Silver at first, then as the years progressed in tones of purple, red, and my long-lost blue…”

There is just something about how he says ‘my long-lost blue’ that strikes me every time.