i want to move to england.
anyway. i am so awful at returning phone calls. i just realized that i haven't called back people since i got home from vegas. i suck. i don't know why i even have a phone. i hate using it. but i feel naked without it. i'm a strange duck, i know.
in other news, across the universe finally made it to virginia beach. not that i've seen it yet. i was all excited about it despite the fact that i am always and forever annoyed by craptacular remakes of fantastic songs...and the beatles happen to be one of my favorite bands. i'm afraid i'll end up hating it. jenna burned me a copy of the soundtrack (which i have yet to listen to, but i've been listening non-stop to the beatles love album--go figure) for my birthday. this might sound cheesy, but i just think the beatles were kind of, perfect, and having people that can't sing cover their songs is just, UGH. and then, there's the people that don't even know who the beatles are or that these songs are theirs and i'm like: where the fuck have you been?
ok. speaking of my birthday, it was quite uneventful. after 30, birthdays are not the same anymore. i didn't even get a god-damned cake! but i still get excited like a little kid. i just had no pile of presents or candles to blow out or friends to run around with in cone party hats with the little elastic strings to keep them lodged firmly on your 'noggin. i had a nap. wow.
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