this is the knocking song, i'm knocking on the door. knockity knock knock, knockity knock knock. knock forever more!

ok so that has nothing to do with what i'm about to write, but 10 points to whoever knows what it is from... and be specific.

anyway, i don't really have anything to say at the moment. "war of the worlds" took the wind out of my sails in terms of film criticism. plus, i'm sure you're sick of listening to me rant, so i'll spare you for now.

i'll stick to personal stuff in this post. i got a new job and gil's buying a house. i'm kinda "eh" about the job. it's in strategic planning and development and could end up to be cool or really effing boring. i'm REAAAAAAALLLLLYYYYYY hoping for cool. i've just never been very business minded. as you may infer from the previous posts... i'm more of an idea person. however, i do really enjoy planning things. although i doubt this is comparable to planning what to make for dinner tonight or what time reservations should be. a girl can dream.

as for the house, it's in the lake balboa area of van nuys. (they are trying desperately not to be stuck with the negative stima surrounding the most vast and valleyish of all the valley towns. i'll let you know how that goes over.) the house is small, but cute, and is in move-in condition. LOVE THAT! of course, that's not to say i haven't woken up stressing about how we are going to be able to buy the washer, dryer, diswasher, bbq, and tons of furniture we need. my mom keeps saying that it will be a "process" and that gives me anxiety. what i'd really like is for the queer eye guys to arrive magically and pimp that place out (and i mean pimp in the strictly gay sense).

i was going to think of a concluding paragraph to sum this whole stupid post up in a cute and meaningful way, but i just realized how stupid the whole thing is. everyone who reads this already knows all this crap. i'll try to post only when i have something new and exciting to say. hold your breath until then please.