I was just writing in my paper diary (yes, I still own one of those and intend to for a long time. I have thirteen or fourteen of these kinds of diaries.. It takes me only three or four months to finish a whole journal) for an hour, about the recent events and feelings.

I've only been gone for 24 hours (sleeping over at a friend's house) but it feels like so much longer. I think most of the reason is because she lives pretty much in the middle of nowhere and the house is big, surrounded by open country wild-life space and although there are houses nearby, you can't readily see them. It's insanely quiet, except for the occasional bark from her dog, Mac. But I kind of liked it. It feels good to be caccooned away from everything and everyone for awhile, even if for only a day. I wouldn't mind spending a week like that either.

I also feel a little tired, which isn't usual for me. I can get by with little sleep and still be completely fine. But this time I can feel the ache in my body. It's a strange, weird feeling. Not bad though, because it's a kind of "satisified drowsy type" sensation. The best way to describe it would probably be to direct you to think of a contented, purring housecat.

I got to see pictures my friend took during her week in Hawaii. Absolutely breathtaking. If it can make me feel like that with just a glance at a mere photograph, what shall it do to my heart and soul if I ever set eyes on such a place? She got me something from her trip. It's a spiral-y, glossy shell necklace (more the length of a choker really), in pink, brown and white tones. I wasn't expecting anything from her so it was a thoughtful gesture and I appreciate the gift.

I was also able to see all her other picture albums, sticker collection and box of many many postcards. She gave me a few and promised she'd copy the animal ones for me. They are photos of a baby bobcat, cougar, and one of two little foxes as well. Tis the most adorable little thing...

We watched a few movies and out of the four, three are worth mentioning.

Paulie the movie about a talking parrot. I'm sure many of you have heard of this one before. It's cute, entertaining and funny. Made me have tears in my eyes a few times. The simple lessons that we should all remember are in there. Like "don't be afraid to say what's in your heart" or "don't be afraid to do something you need because someday you may not be able to." Something like that anyway. I put it in my own words. And the ending, oh how sweet it is...

Original Sin, an overtly sexual but layered film.

The Last Unicorn was the one I didn't get to see all of. I wanted to, but had to go home before the ending. I love unicorns, and this beautiful, fantastical film took me into their world and maybe that's part of why I feel so tired. I was so involved in the many adventures they took... Fairy tale like, the unicorn is so dainty and pretty-full. sigh And I know she will conquer, but how? No, don't tell me. Maybe someday I will be able to finish watching this movie.

At one point, we really wanted popcorn but didn't have any bags, only kernels which was okay because they have a popcorn machine. An old one, but still a working one. It took awhile for us to find the top to it, but finally showed itself in the place we had looke first. It's quite enjoyable to watch popcorn being freshly made. It was obviously hot ait coming out of it, but I liked seeing how the popcorn dances and swirls into the bowl. Adding melted butter and a few grains of salt made it perfect to taste. Now I regret not buying the popcorn maker that was on sale (for $5) at the church rummage sale. I could've taken that with me to college and make popcorn every night, luring the students to my lovely den. It is possible they still have it, but equally likely tha they donated the machine to Salvation Army. Perhaps I should inquire?

I'm supposed to go to Vector meeting tonight, but seeing as I don't have my license (I'm supposed to be studying for it though... oops, forgot about that) I won't be able to get there because my mom isn't home yet and my dad's always busy with interpreting calls (for AT&T). Too bad I won't be able to go this week. I do feel a tinge of guilt about this, to be honest because last week I wasn't able to attend either because I was doing some demos.

Oh well, I'm a little glad I can relax too.