Sweet Disposition

Yes, the last couple of titles have been the titles of songs I am currently adoring. Be forewarned- this trend will continue.

Anyway, what I have to say here is not terribly exciting, as I am without new news, per se (more on that later), but I wished to just let the breathless millions know what I was up to, as this blog provides me with the same sort of narcissistic outlet that Twitter does for a bunch of other people, only this allows me to drone on much more incessantly!

Onward through the fog- H remains silent on the ISSUE AT HAND, which is terribly distressing. He doesn't have the same awkwardness about him that he had post-Homecoming, but let's just say we haven't really gotten past "Hi" in FOUR DAYS. He seems perfectly nonchalant, too, which just continues to drive me to distraction. I swear, I was walking through the hallways today, feeling melancholy about who else, but then I see him, and tried to be extra cheery and inviting, like, "Hello, wouldn't you love to tell me all about your feelings?", and he looked all at ease, and said, "Hi," and kept walking.

I mean, how do you deal with that?

I'm kidding, of course. Ugh. The only problem with the written word it is the lack of inflection.

Anyway, my mental deadline for him is Friday. So boy best start talking....

On other fronts, the Jazz Band Dinner is on Saturday, and I will be singing two songs, "'Till I Fall in Love" and "Satin Doll", and I am rather frightened at the prospect. Oh dear. One more rehearsal, and I am rather hoping we decide to call the whole thing off, or at least postpone for a couple of more weeks. Also, I really wish H would come, and I know he won't. (We're sold out, and I'm not sure he even knows I'm singing at it.)

Second item of notice: after seeing the PBS/BCC adaptation of Emma online, I am completely besotted, with both the story in general, and that particular interpretation. The cinematography was positively gorgeous, and I thought the two leads, Romola Garai (Emma) and Jonny Lee Miller (Mr. Knightley), both gave beautiful, subtle, textured, and compelling performances. Also, my deep fondness for film and TV soundtracks certainly includes this series, as the theme (best represented in this clip: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ImAlox_ZlJ4) is perfectly lovely.

Finally, wouldn't have "Hamlet" ended differently if Ophelia had had a sassy gay friend? (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jnvgq8STMGM)

Let Her Dance

I am all smiles. Not ten minutes ago, I was dropped off at my house after THE most fantastic maybe-a-date I have ever experienced in my little life. Was it a bajillion times better than Homecoming? (Which was awesome in its own right.) YOU BETCHA.

Oh, I'm so happy, I'm not even ashamed that I just used a Sarah Palin catchphrase. Or, not THAT ashamed.

Anywhoooo, H picked me up at 5, on the dot, and this time, there were no slightly awkward pauses in our ride there, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. Blah-de-blah-blah, we arrived at BLAZER TAG ADVENTURE CENTER, and went in, and bought us some tickets for the game that was starting in a minute (with excellent coupons, too) and voila! We played a game with five other players, and more or less acted as partners, taking out the little punks, and landing 1st and 2nd place. (I was number 2.) Then I completely failed at one of those driving games, we hydrated ourselves, and then returned to the battlefield......where we were the only players.

It was all very silly, as part of the time we just walked around it together, trying to find the secret jewels, but we did have a fierce rivalry going by the end. And WHO came up on top? This awesome chick named Rosalind, that's who! It was most excellent, and after re-re-hydrating, we departed....for Guero's, my positively favorite Mexican food restaurant! (By his suggestion, too.)

There was a twenty minute wait where we sat outside, admired the motorcycle badasses, and compared notes about Skymall surveillance devices, and then our buzzer buzzed and we got ourselves a little two person table in the center of the restaurant. Though it foreeeeeeeeever for the food to arrive, we contented ourselves with copious amounts of chips and salsa (3 baskets, yo!) and talked about plays and colleges and the Olympics and D.C. At one point, we lapsed into silence because the yumminess of our respective tacos and enchiladas was overpowering, but we soon regained the powers of speech. At the end, H asked me if I wanted to go out to dessert with him, but I sadly had to ask for a Lenten raincheck. He ever too generously picked up the tab, and then we departed. He drove me home, telling about theatre silliness, and then walked me up to my door. It was all very charming, even though there was, regrettably, no making out, nor any real physical contact at all at our parting.

In short, I had an extravagantly lovely time, and though I have no idea what he thought tonight was, I think it is safe to say that he doesn't hate me, and the ball is fairly in his court. (If he doesn't follow up by Friday, I swear to God.... I'll take over responsibility at that point.)

I have laughed so heartily, and run so much, and digested such deliciousness tonight, and I really and truly like this guy.

God Only Knows

He wants to play laser tag with me.

It's certainly a good start.

The Trouble With Love Is

WHAT UP, FAM. I am back.

Yeah, happy Singles Awareness Day and a belated St. Valentine's! For whatever camp you find yourself in.

Do I have anything interesting to say?, you wonder. Some madwoman hid in my attic? Or, at very least, an affair going on behind my friend's backs?

Oh, that sounds just like me.

But I don't. I have been spending my time either waiting for those apparently much more chivalrous and excellent college gentlemen to stumble into my life or bemoaning all of my recent romantic lackluster.

Honestly, as a teenager, it is a lot more difficult to "celebrate" being single. There aren't any teen dance clubs or anything. You don't meet anyone new. You languish in whatever hole you've dug yourself into, if you're the languishing type, or you have to cool your heels until you move onto a bigger campus.

Why, Rosalind, you seem to be in a rather dreary mood about love, you may be saying, with a vaguely British-looking affronted look on your face.

Aagh, I'm listening to the "Love, Actually" soundtrack. What do you want, people? Pluswhich, I stayed up til 4 in the morning last night watching the FANTASTIC mini-series "Lost in Austen", about, guess what, a modern woman thrown into "Pride and Prejudice", and it's not like that has completely ruined modern life for me or ANYTHING.

ARRRRRR. I am too young to be this embittered.

(This is the point at which my mood completely shifts because a new song comes on.)

AW YEAH. You know what is a classic song? "JUMP FOR MY LOVE", by the Pointer Sisters. Go turn it up real loud, you hear? Get down like Hugh Grant!

WHAT UP, FAM. BACK FOR GOOD. JUMP FOR MY LOVE!