Good Morning, Houseplants...

Well, well, well... Cookie, cookie, cookie!

Got my gigantic archaeology paper back today with a big fat "59" written on it... 59 out of 60! So, yeah, I'm psyched about that. Nice boost of confidence before I have to give an oral report on it coming up in a couple of weeks.

Mullholland Dr. is a terrible, terrible film with only two good things to offer (And I'm not talking about the obligatory lesbian sex scene between Ms. Watts and Ms. Spanish Hott-Face McLargetits): I have realized that women singers from the 50's are hotter than any other singers (thanks in part to the scene where the director casts Camilla Rhodes and has to turn down the other, even hotter brunette singer) and that the spanish "vocals-only" version of Roy Orbison's "Cryin'" is pretty damn good itself.

Other than that, the weather is getting nice, and I'm feeling better after toughing out a nasty sickness this weekend. So, I'm basically on top of the world right now, and off I go to batting practice.