Yesterday was slated to be my "productive day": I had movies to return, laundry to do, errands to run, a button to sew on, carpet to vacuum, and a few other minor tasks. As tedious as it sounds, I actually rather enjoy days like that. That small feeling of accomplishment you get from steadily crossing items off of a list almost comes second to the sense you get that you're slowly getting your life in order, that you have that many fewer loose ends to tie up.

I finished my list easily, with only the laundry causing any difficulty- as usual, the dryers in the laundry room only saw fit to dry my two loads halfway, leaving every last item still damp. Of course, I had no more laundry tokens, so I resorted to the oh-so-"I'm in college" method of draping everything around my room, which had a charming effect on my decor.

Just as I was in the middle of throwing socks and underwear onto a towel on the floor (I had run out of space to hang things), Liz called to let me know she had gotten off of work early. We had made plans the day before to get together in the evening, and the sooner she finished work, the sooner we could get together. An hour or so later, I was ready and on my way over. I knocked before letting myself in, but it felt kind of silly to do so since I've been spending so much time over there. As it turned out, I was correct in feeling silly: As I was taking off my coat, Julia proclaimed me to be the eighth housemate and announced that as soon as her psychotic ex-girlfriend, Zoraya, returned her housekey, it would be given to me.

It's really rather nice to have a house to go to- my room gets rather lonely sometimes and, as much as I encourage it, has not exactly become a hang-out hot spot due to its location at the end of the hall. The house, on the other hand, is quite comfy and almost always has someone there, not to mention the fact that I'm dating one of its inhabitants.

I digress:

Liz and I concocted a meal out of the food she had around, and then we traipsed off to Uptown. The comedy show we had intended to see turned out to be far more expensive than we had anticipated, so we went to see Hilary and Jackie instead. Except for the first 15 minutes or so of pure cheesiness, the movie was really quite good. Besides being cinamatographically (is that a word?) excellent and having good (if slow) character development, the film had the added bonus of having fantastic cello music as part of the soundtrack. Ever since my two-week stint as a cellist in the seventh grade, I've had a thing for the instrument, which made the movie just that much better for me.

After the movie, we went to grab some coffee at a little cafe in Calhoun Square. The woman ahead of me in line had seen the same movie as Liz and I had, and was trying to describe it to the woman at the cash register: "It was... interesting... uh... deep." Hmmm... while it was good, 'deep' is not exactly the word I would use to describe it. Oh well. Eventually, we ended up back at the house and watched How to Marry a Millionare with Lauren Bacall and Marilyn Monroe before I trudged home to bed. I seem to be catching up on my classic movies- Any suggestions?

Listening to: Lauryn Hill, The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill