Floaty And Light, Not Heavy And Dark!

Tommorrow I'm going to the Home to fill out the papers and we leaves on Friday. I am trying SO HARD to stay positive and not be sad. I have to keep telling myself that it's for the best and that maybe it'll be OK, and not as bad as I thought it would be.

I'm just so not ready to do this!

Speaking of positive: Remember I posted several times a few months ago how there was a promotion available at work, but I didn't apply for it because I didn't feel worthy? Well, that position is open again, and this time I went for it! I have an interview on Thursday! And I actually feel like I might have a shot! Also, I have sort of made a promise to myself to make some changes regarding some of my personal bad habits. Rome was not built in a day so I'm determined to break these things one at a time. I decided to start with a big one. Drinking. I'll never stop, and I don't need to. Lately I have found myself either drinking or really wanting to drink every day. Never to the point of intoxication. But just to feel a little altered. Just a little. So, I decided on just one a day. For the last two weeks I have either had just one, or none at all. It's actually working. My goal is to get to the point where I will have a drink or two once a week, like on a Saturday night. Like a normal, balanced person would and not the person inside who wants to cloak themselves in a state of isolation from everything and everybody else, and feel a little floaty and light and not so heavy and dark. I can't believe I actually said that, but it's the truth.

So that's bad habit number one. Oh, I have a few others, but like I said, it's one at a time.

Best Movie I Saw This Week: Finding Neverland. I also watched Bridget Jones The Edge Of Reason, and my boyfriend and I watched The Village last night. Finding Neverland was my favorite. I love a great true story. Of course Johnny Depp is to die for, but it raises a few issues that are worth pondering. How appropriate is it to be very close friends with a person of the opposite sex when you're married? Is it OK to lose yourself to a fantasy world and spend hours playing there with a group of children? Apparently it's just fine because James Barrie wrote Peter Pan based on his own experiences. And it made a wonderful film. The sequel to Bridget Jones... eh... it was OK. I liked it all right. But it wasn't like the first. Maybe I really am a true masochist at heart but I wanted to see more dastardly deeds done by Daniel Cleaver. The Village was better than I thought it would be. I think I read a couple of bad reviews or something a few years ago. But leave it to the creator of the Sixth Sense to make a movie that leaves you shocked until the very end. What made my boyfriend take notice and actually pay attention to the film as it was starting was when I said "Oh look, there's Adrien Brody, the guy in the Diet Coke commercial, you know the one where he get's into a 64 Impala that hops all over the street?" Because, you see, he actually has one of those in his garage, and it HOPS TOO! I didn't mention that Adrien Brody has really had a fine distinguished carreer most notably for his work in films like The Thin Red Line and his Oscar winning role in The Pianist. Then I would have lost him and he would have fallen asleep for sure.

Book I am reading: Greek Fire by Nicholas Gage. Another Dollar Tree special. It's Ok. It's about the affair between Aristotle Onassis and Maria Callas. And I shit you not, the first HALF of the book is about a month long cruise on his yacht. I'm still at that part. I'm ready for them to get on with their lives and their affair in the real world and get to dry land. I don't feel any connection or empathy for either one of them.

Music I'm Listening To: I can't think of a particular album I heard this week, but I am enjoying a mix CD currently playing in my car, I made awhile back called Best Of 1982. Don't You Want Me. Centerfold. I've Been Wating For A Girl Like You. Shake It Up. Ok, so it's not quite like blaring Marvin Gaye's Ain't That Peculiar at 7 AM when I'm on my way to work, and the sun is coming up, but it's still nice.

Top News Story: George Bush's own personal lawyer decides to choose herself to be the next Supreme Court judge. I needn't say anymore. That sentence speaks for itself.

Well, I hope I can get thru tommorrow without weeping (or drinking-ha) and of course as always amid the Weekly Onion Horoscope and lurid celebrity photos, I'll keep you posted!