Too much work, too little play

This is what summer is made of, being too busy with boring things like work and exciting things like Harry Potter 6 and 115 degree weather in Las Vegas.

I spend a lot of time reading and sorting mail and taking the people in Riverside I will see within two monthes into serious consideration. I like being friends with most everybody. But some people, I am discovering, are just weird. Not the cool, they could be a memorable character in a story weird, the whenever we are alone I feel a bit queasy weird.

I also want to be more articulate. I want to stop defending myself hours later because, although I want to be a writer, sometimes I am really clumsy with words.

But besides all that, this is just a mixture of things necessary and maybe unecessary, but a great part of my thoughts these past weeks.

Un.

I miss Croatia in a desperate way. I miss every day of my trip to Europe last summer. I would gladly put up with the heat that felt like a suffocating weight of steaming wet towels just to see Dubrovnik all over again.

Deux.

Quite the bad ass in the sixth film, I really can't wait to maybe possibly hopefully accidently run into Daniel Radcliffe in England. He is still very attractive and so intelligently cool it makes my teeth hurt.

Trois.

An item for my ongoing wish list, not that another pair of sunglasses is something I really need. Then again these Jean-Charles de Castelbajac shades are necessary in order to look classy. I just need to shell over $80.

Quatre.

Naturally Helena Bonham Carter (who I adore) would land the most wicked roll in her hubby's adaptation of Alice in Wonderland. I am so fascinated by her. She is so good at being dark, it gives evidence to that notion that sometimes it's good to be bad.

Cinq.

Stumbling around the internet, I discovered the Venice Biennale, an art exhibition that takes place every two years or so. I really want to attend someday because it seems like the most bizarre and exhilerating experience. Judging by the photographs it's a place where one literally lives art.

Lastly, I am currently reading The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon. I am loving it and recommend it to anyone who is enchanted by Barcelona, storytelling similar to Gabriel Garcia Marquez or simply the intoxicating honesty of romance in the early 1900's.

Bon nuit.