a lovely day. watched 3 movies, saw two friends, had sushi for dinner, rode on a motorcycle for the first time ever. only 2 points of sadness -- one being that one of the friends i was going to watch movies with couldn't make it because she wasn't feeling well, and the other being that ticketmaster sucks, resulting in failure to secure Tori Amos tickets. but i am having a hard time getting upset about that right now, because i just feel so good and contented.
my knees are all shaky and weak, and i can still hear the roaring in my ears from riding the motorcycle -- a gorgeous Ducati, incidentally. and soon i will go to sleep, and while i don't get to sleep in especially, i do get to come home after brunch and do absolutely nothing! or alternatively, whatever i want! i might even get to read _Coraline_ finally! or clean the refrigerator!
strange that i can get excited about the possibility of cleaning the refrigerator. i do think it'll be pretty satisfying, though. it's sort of disturbing at the moment. it's bad to be disturbed by things in one's kitchen. especially storage devices.
oh, i should say -- if you ever have the intention of watching _The Philadelphia Story_ and _High Society_ back to back, see _High Society_ first! because if you see it second all you'll be able to think of is how much better _The Philadelphia Story_ is, which is a bit unfair because _High Society_ really wasn't a bad movie musical, and had some really good moments (though from listening to the soundtrack i think that the stage show was probably better -- better song selection, better pacing). but seeing Katherine Hepburn first makes Grace Kelly seem like a spoiled, shallow little brat, and seeing Cary Grant and Jimmy Stewart first just makes you miss them when watching Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra, even though i actually do like Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra and would normally have been reasonably contented with them. and really, seeing _High Society_ second makes you wonder if the casting director for it had an unnatural fascination with blondes or something. the brunettes of _The Philadelphia Story_ were overall more attractive, for all they were in black and white.
oh, exhaustion just hit me.
last note: Miyazaki's _Spirited Away_ was glorious.