A Good Day

Today was a good day. And for a moment today, I actually forgot that I'm a loser. This morning, I went to workout. After that, I came home and got ready for lunch with Beckie. Lunch was good, and we had a great conversation. You know the one...where you're both so damn chatty about stuff that you think is important, but probably doesn't amount to anything if you'd just stop and listen to yourself. Either way, it was a great conversation.

After lunch, I went to see VanityFair all by myself. And you know, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. First of all, the movie rocked. I totally loved it and I'll probably buy it once it comes out on DVD. I have this thing for English/Victorian 'new' movies. As far as Vanity Fair goes, the two words that come to my mind are "fantastically delicious" (but you have to say it with an English accent.) You should really go see it. Really. Now, secondly, I think I'm going to start going to movies in the day time, by myself. I basically had the theatre by myself..unless you count the 12 senior citizens who joined me. The great thing was they're all quiet so it's all good with the Dana.

I had a really good day. And, to top it off, before I went into the movie, I got a call about a job. So that was a good thing too. I should find out more tomorrow.

In other news, my grandmother is in the hospital. I talked to her today and she told me she has Emphysema. I thought it was kind of odd, considering she's never smoked. But I guess you don't have to be a smoker to get Emphysema. I don't have a great relationship with this Gramma, but mostly because she's a hateful old lady. And I know you're thinking I'm a horrible granddaughter for saying that, but it's true. And at least I'm honest. Anyway, when I was younger, like 2, my parents went through a messy crappy ugly d-i-v-o-r-c-e. And my dad got custody of me. So, when I turned 15, I went to live with my mom because my dad's side of the family are weirdos. And, of course, hateful. So, ever since then, my Gramma has held this horrible grudge against me for 'leaving' her. I know that she loves me, I guess she just has a weird way of showing it. Anyway, back in my hometown, every fall they have something called the Ham & Turkey Festival. Keep in mind I grew up in a small town like 30 minutes south of Jefferson City. So, my aunt invited me to come for the Festival. I decided that I'd go make an appearance, if nothing else but to piss my dad's side off. So, when I told my Gramma I'd be coming for the jolly Fest, she actually sounded excited! Now, I'm sure she'll have some hateful words to say to me but that's okay. For one day, I shall return to my hometown and frolic with the townies.

Well, I really need to go to Hallmark and get my little cousin a 'thinking of you' card. She's doing her first year of college at KU and apparently she misses home extremely bad. So, I'm going to put together a little package for her to cheer her up a little.