Yeah, I love when that happens.
Sadly, my musings aren’t enticing enough to re-write. Plus, I was in the full-on writer’s zone, and now, I’m back in no man’s land, kicking my chair leg and biting the collar of my tee.
Ugh, I just sneezed into my own hair. Gross.
Anyways, I hope I’m not getting sick. There’s usually one week every month when I feel less than par. And it’s not PMS, I promise.
Just because I have no other segway into this, I’m going to right out tell you that I sometimes wish I was Nancy Drew. Okay, most of the time.
As one of my childhood heroes, Ms. Drew has done it all. She’s saved heirlooms, caught missing persons, and manhandled “ghosts” with barely a scratch. I’d say she’s had a nearly perfect life.
Look at her entourage: a lawyer-father, a maid/nanny/surrogate grandmother who makes amazing cookies, two best buds who always have her back, a hot boyfriend who doesn’t let his manly mojo get in the way of the shere fact that Nancy is clearly smarter than he, and a cute-ass chocolate lab.
Also, she’s been solving crimes within 100 pages (since the age of ten).
The only thing this sleuth lacks is proper detective disguises. I’m pretty sure there’s a limit on how many times you can put a scarf on your head and call yourself a traveling secretary.
Luckily, during my late-night window shopping, as in online window shopping (funny how “window shopping” inadvertently has two meanings in one–a big sigh for our digital society), I stumbled upon this:
1. Someone buy this for me.
2. Penny Warner is a genius. As much as I commend her, I have an exact amount of contempt, because I’m jealous I didn’t think of this first.
3. Someone buy this for me.
Also, I came across this book:
. . . Which I also just deemed I need in my life.
I’d also like to put on the record that I want to own every single Nancy Drew mystery, and a Nancy Drew poster to boot.
And in case you think I’m a weird freak, here are my other heroes (some are also from childhood):
-Sherlock Holmes. I love you, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
I guess you’re smart enough to sense that there’s a trend there. You’re a regular gumshoe.
I finished Mindy Kaling’s Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns) this past weekend (thanks to a really close friend who gifted it to me during Christmas break).
Not to give anything away, in case you want to read it (and you should!), but if you’re a fan of The Office, or love Amy Poehler, or want to know where Greg Daniels’ favorite diner is, or what the hell an “Irish exit” is, or have a single funny-bone in your body, you should read it. Just sayin’.
I also found out today that Mindy was greenlit for her own pilot. Can’t wait to see it!
. . . They aren’t too-hipster, but they do make me look like I’m heading to a Lisa Loeb concert (which I’ll take). And they also look like I’m instantly judging you (which I’ll also take).
My plans before sleep:
+ Continue to learn “The Shape of Things to Come” from my Battlestar Galactica piano book.
+ Read a little bit from Mindy Kaling’s Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? Because that book makes me seriously LOL.
+ Write in this here blog. Oh, check.
I recently finished up The Hunger Games trilogy, and do agree with everyone else and their mother that the first two books were solid, while the last book unraveled at a rapid pace.
I do see a bit of myself in Katniss. The hard-around-the edges persona, the long, braided hair, and the embedded interest in bow and arrows. But, I won’t ruin anything for the people who still want to read the books. I won’t even allude to any plot lines.
But, I will admit my love for Peeta Mellark. Even if he’s the opposite of every dude I’ve ever had relations with—sensitive, fluid vernacular, blonde. Yeah, I should definitely shoot for more of the Peeta-type.
. . . And that is all.