Boys: sometimes a girl just needs one

What a nice skill it would be to act level-headed around boys. Today Mr. Jon Nice (Em's boyfriend) and I had a lovely day together. Jon, a philosophy major, made the remark that he doesn't want a job from anyone that will give him one, invoking the age-old Groucho Marx comment, "I don't want to be a part of any club that will have me as a member," to which I responded, "That's kind of how I feel with boys." Not many hours later we found ourselves tromping to the house of a boy that clearly does not want me. Then I found out that he lives on the very same street as a the man that I put to sleep on Friday night. What is this? Oh yeah. My life.

I have decided that John C. Reilly and Rhys Ifans (whom many of you may know as "Spike" from Notting Hill) are my 2 new favorite actors. I watched Once Upon a Time in the Midlands with Rhys Ifans last night. While the movie itself was altogether not what I expected it to be, I realized that I just really love it when the poor schlub without many redeeming qualities wins out in the end. It gives me hope. Maybe that's why I go for Steve Buscemi, too.

Off to read Mankind, possibly one of the most pointless plays ever -- but I've got 9 more weeks of Key Texts in Drama to prove me wrong on that score.