I had one of my late-night mental breakdowns Thursday night after going to a New Yorker "fiction live" thing at La Zona Rosa. Now, this isn't as bad as it sounds, it just means I all of a sudden didn't feel any urge to sleep, and was stuck in a flurry of movement and hyperness...

After dropping Elissa off at her apartment (and picking up my birthday present, a "Red Vein" Fittonia argyroneura plant), I drove through Taco C's to get some chips and queso, which may have been my first step down the road of dissipation. Then, when I got home, I turned on the TV and saw that Bridget Jones Diary was playing, and so I watched it, and of course got all into it, and re-discovered the appeal of Mark Darcy. After that, I cleaned my room, and then made my large Rancid T-shirt that I never wear on account of it being huge, into a hardcore-looking muscle shirt. I proudly showed it off the next day, even though I was in such a stupor from staying up until 2:30 AM that I could barely walk straight.

Needless to say, got through Friday's classes though I can't say I did it with any amount of grace. Then, planned on going to see Bridget Jones 2, but instead ended up taking a nap, and then getting caught up doing nothing but lounging until it was too late to go to the movie and still make it to help Jimmy and his group paint the set...So me and Aaron just went to go eat at Chipotle and then heading over to the Communications building to paint. But when we got there, no one was in the studio they were supposed to be building the set in, and in the end, we find out they're running late and wouldn't be at the set till late. This is really convoluted, but stick with me--then we walked over to the Hole in the Wall where one of the guys was bartending, to find out whether we could get started painting and this (here's one of the points I was getting to) was the first bar I had attempted to get into after turning 21...and get this---they didn't even card me! What a freaking waste of birthdays, hell, I could've been a three-yr-old tottering in and they still wouldn't have done anything about it.

In any case, they decided they trusted us to start painting without them, so we went back to the studio and started painting. It was really awesome, just painting some walls matte white with rollers late at night. The building was pretty much empty, and the studio was really cool, full of huge planks of wood and plenty of hiding places. Which I definitely made use of...at one point, I was quite proud of how nice painting for about 2 hours had made my muscles (haha what a joke...), and so I said to Aaron, who was trying to get to the metal spiral staircase that led up to the metal walkways above the studio, "Come look at my muscles." But he was engrossed in his explorations, and ignored me, so I got back at him by hurrying to a hiding place. He totally couldn't find me--I could see him through a little gap in my hiding place, and I saw him walk by a few times (once pretty close, but apparently he decided I couldn't have fit in my hidey hole, and then into the hall to look for me in the bathroom, and then he came back in, mumbled..."Jennifer?..." in a perplexed voice, and then sat down to wait for me to reappear. He was totally stumped! But by this time, my stomach was cramping up with anxiety--don't ask me why, but that's one of the reasons I was never great at hide-and-seek as a kid, and so I cleared my throat really loudly like, "ahm.m.m.m" and there was a pause. And then Aaron was like, "I heard that..." and so then I was like, "Well, come find me..."

So yeah it was fun staying up late and painting that night.

Then Saturday I worked on a paper for my 20th Century Short Story class all day, and then at night, I went to go see Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason, b/c I was so primed by seeing Bridget Jones 1 on Thursday night. It was pretty much a disappointment, too much adherance to a badly written book-sequel (near the end it actually becomes a bad adaptation of Brokedown Palace) , and too many allusions to funny parts of the first Bridget Jones. Not enough Colin, not enough clever-Bridget, only insecure Bridget. There are some good parts though--Mark Darcy and Daniel's fight, almost any part with Mark Darcy in it, which sadly didn't make up for the bad rest of the movie and plot...

In any case, if you haven't noticed, I heart Mark Darcy lots and lots! That standoffish-ness, that stoicism...and then that smile once you get past it : )

I feel like I'm in the middle of a late-middle school/early high school infatuation again...the itchy teeth, the hyper lack of appetite...oh Colin.

LOL ok enough of that. Let's just say I feel that and more for my real

sweetheart Aaron ;-*

And then Sunday I finished my paper, worked a little on Physics, and then late at night around 1, I went back with Aaron to the studios to be an extra, as a psychotic doctor in a science fiction short film of Jimmy's. But we ended up being up there till like 5 a.m., (good thing my first class was cancelled the next day)...but I am still recovering from it.

Hey what the hell, it's college, right?

Ok, so that was a long blog.

Over and out.