I'm at the beach, writing this to you by computer light only. I'm a little scared of my computer right now; the professor and I saw Terminator: Salvation earlier today, so now even my cellphone seems menacing. Terminator kicked ass, honestly, but only because I went into the theater expecting to see Batman kick ass. Which he did, a lot, and with guns and fire and explosions and robots and I'LL BE BACK and Bryce Dallas Howard, who was beautiful but too frail to be John Connor's wife. Just because she's pregnant doesn't mean she fights like a girl and wears cotton wrap dresses. Sexist Hollywood mogul bastards.
So there I go on my soap box.
The mind is a very powerful thing. Isn't it funny the way people convince themselves of things they have no reason to believe? Ah, but it is a lovely feeling when you're able to ignore reality and concoct the truth in your head. What control! What style, what grace!
I'm tired, but I plan on waking up early tomorrow so I can bake on the beach. And fall asleep in the sun, hell yes. The professor said the weather was "moistrous" today because the word "moist" makes both of us cringe most uncomfortably, but "moistrous" sounds like "boistrous" which is a pretty cool word, so that kinda made up for it.
Still, it's humid as hell, which I love.
The professor's boyfriend called her tonight inviting her to abscond to Greece for a week, tickets on him, because apparently he's loaded now and really wants her to go on this family vacation with him. I am so very jealous. It would mean having to cut our beach trip short, but it's fucking Greece. I could come back to the beach later, with others. The professor can't always go to Greece. Greece! And I didn't even register the romantic-ness of the whole thing. A Santorini sunset with a tequila sunrise and That Special Person? Oh, gawd. The professor says it's too sudden, and it is very sudden, but isn't that part of the appeal? Lucky, lucky, tart.
Unfortunately, if she goes to Greece I might not get to see her for a long while. But that seems fair because it's Greece and the boyfriend isn't easy to visit these days, what with this recession they got goin' on and all.
I gotta sleep. Dad's watching Law & Order in the other room, passed out on the couch with (honest) the remote clutched tightly in his channel-changing hand. He's gotta be the only dude I know who can watch TV in his sleep. Lucky, lucky, tart.
Tomorrow's high? 78. I know, I know. Now I'm the lucky tart.
P. I. Staker
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