Had a relaxing weekend, as per the usual. Re-watched Let the Right One In (Swedish version) on Friday night, and was pleased to discover that it’s even better than I remembered. It’s the only movie I’ve watched in recent memory to which I would award an “A.” (Of course, Apocalypse Now, which I watched in early February, also garners an “A”–but I am not savvy enough to review it). Out of curiosity, would anyone care to read a review of Let the Right One In? It’s the best vampire movie I’ve ever seen, all cold, dark, and snow.
On Saturday, I met a friend for coffee, and then lunch, and then ice cream–necessary developments as our conversation went on for over 6 hours! I can’t talk to many people for 6 hours in a row, and I have to say I think it’s kind of ironic that even though I harbor an intense dislike for Taylor Swift, I seem to get along really well with people who are fans of hers. Anyway, it was really refreshing to talk to her, since there aren’t a whole lot of people around who I still know–many of them moved away after graduation.
But by Saturday evening, I was restless again. G. told me to stop fussing, and gave me an assignment: to copy, as best I could, this version of Claude Monet’s “San Giorgio Maggiore at Dusk.” Since I have no artistic talent whatsoever, I was pretty pleased by how it turned out. And I forgot how fun oil crayons are.
Sunday was full of more adventures. (I kid). We’ve been burning a bunch of candles all throughout the winter, and as a little hobby–and because I hate wasting the huge chunk of wax that’s inevitably left at the bottom of every candle jar–I ordered some candle wicks off of Amazon. I just pry out the leftover wax with a knife, stick it in an old salsa jar, and let it slowly melt in the oven at 200 degrees F. Then I pour it into another salsa jar so that it makes a kinda cool-looking, multi-scented, striated candle (the one on the left). I’m already about 1/3 of the way through making another one (the pink one). Then I clean out the old candle jars with some rubbing alcohol and cotton pads and use them to store makeup and other stuff.
Some bookish news: I found used copies of Persepolis (which the awesome Rommel has recommended to me multiple times) and The Cuckoo’s Calling recently. I’m already about 1/3 of the way through Galbraith/Rowling’s crime thriller, and I’m really enjoying it so far. Hoping to wrap it up within the next few days–Rowling has a very clear writing style that’s easy to read (full review to come, of course!). And then Persepolis is a comic book/graphic novel (whatever term you prefer) and I’m a big fan of those but don’t read enough of them.
Ok, I won’t bore you any longer with tales of my boring weekend. Argh, I just unintentionally used “boring” twice in the same sentence. Proof. Undeniable proof.
But I’ll leave you with an uplifting photo: an image of the Holy Vernors that I’ve been drinking nearly every day since picking up not one, not two, but THREE 12-packs at Jewel a couple weeks ago. So. tasty. So. bad. I know diet soda is evil, but I don’t even drink REAL soda, so that means it’s ok, right?? I would attempt to describe why it’s so awesome, but all I can say is that it’s super super carbonated and fizzy ginger and happiness.
Here’s hoping the warm weather brings some excitement this week! Cheers.
Photo creds: 1, 2, 3, me; 4, G.