The Quicker Picker Upper...

I feel kinda angry today.

Oh yeah, and sorry for not updating- the weekend was pretty busy and it feels awkward trying to write entries with my husband looking over my shoulder. Monkey.

I have for the past month being visiting an old school chum's webblog, kinda as a link to the way things used to be sort of nostalgia. I pretty much started blogging because she complained about the length of some of my comments. I stopped some weeks ago. I've pretty much realized that I need to stop hanging on to people I don't have any real connection to anymore because I have a desire for friendship. I wish I knew how it was so easy to close up shop on so many people. In reality, I know said people didn't have a desire to understand me. It's cruel how we, people, are so self-absorbed. It alienates us so effectively. So I archived the comments I made. They're really only important to me, I don't think the site I posted them on thinks them as much as I do. I at least recognize that they really should erase them.

But I don't need to be validated as a person to feel whole. I feel the need for fresh baked items though.

On the brighter side, mom said when she gets a new digital camera this summer, she'll send me her old one. Held together with duct tape, but that is some awesome news. It takes really sweet resolution pictures.

Saw House of Flying Daggers last night. Artist in me says, love it. Bibliophile in me says, interesting, but what's with the obsession eastern culture has with "There must be no happy ending"? Do eastern movies as a whole not have happy endings? Or merely the ones that get imported to the US?