I went to see Iron Man
again today (third go-around) by my onesie, because apparently my family didn't want to see the GREATEST AMERICAN HERO SINCE FRANKLIN DELANO ROOSEVELT fly across the silver screen, blowing up tanks and baddies. HOW UN-AMERICAN. AND ON MEMORIAL DAY
, TOO. This is the first time in, god, I think ever
, that I've gone to a movie by myself. It was funny: I arrived about twenty minutes early and I didn't want to walk around outside so I ended up finding a seat in the middle of the theater and pulling out my book (or, a
book; I didn't write it and I'm pretty sure you'll be able to discern why
) to do a little low light reading. The book in question? Bonk: The Curious Coupling of Science and Sex
. And, of course
, as soon as I get to Chapter 10, titled "The Prescription-Strength Vibrator"
(subheading: Masturbating for Health
), this Ozzie and Harriett
model family moves down the row directly behind me and sits down. So I've got a family of impressionable kids sitting behind me, swinging very close to my head like they were a bunch of spider monkeys, and I'm trying to concentrate on the text (A man in a blue smock and a hairnet walks across a factory floor with an armload of enormous chocolate-brown dildos
) while simultaneously trying to keep the book down to preserve the kids' innocence so they don't have to find out too soon that babies are not
the end product of progressive cabbage farming techniques.
ANYWAY. IRON MAN.
I STILL LOVE IT.
'Know what else I love? Apartment hunting and furnishing. Todd is, of course, moving with me when I start graduate school, which means that we've got to start looking for a place to live. We've already agreed on the bare minimum components necessary to sustain healthy living conditions (bed, couch, kitchen table, four-slot toaster, TiVo
) and we'll pick up the incidentals between now and next January.
The idea that I'm going to graduate school still amazes me. I don't think the news has really, really
sunken in. The university where I'll be studying is definitely on the small size (with only about 4,000 enrollment annually, compared to the 14-18 thousand capacity of my undergraduate university), but it packs prestige (US News & World Report
ranked it on its "Best Colleges 2008" list -- you know, if you get off on that sort of report, which I totally and shamelessly do). I'll be pursuing my MA in English Studies & Communication, which will involve a lot of reading and writing and may very well destroy my love of books forever. BUT. The fact remains that I'll be in an environment that I love, doing exactly what I love to do. I couldn't be more pleased.
And, you know, if I'm not, I can always consult Chapter 10.