Louis, Louis. Still whining, Louis.

I was much too impressionable and even more naive upon first seeing Interview with the Vampire at the age of twelve. Mostly, the movie was All About Lestat for me (thankfully, this was the first film I ever saw Tom Cruise in.)

Seeing it again now, at the age of twenty-one, I cannot at all comprehend how I didn't choke on the glut of homoeroticism. I do remember being shocked that Louis and Armand might kiss in the Louvre, remember wanting them to, fascinated as to why they would and what that would be like. Latent little slasher that I was. But Louis and Lestat. Wow. I won't lie, I took a moment or two in there.

giddyupnow - I cannot imagine what we bonded over about that movie for what little I actually got out of it besides a love for vampires, an addiction to neo-gothic romanticism, and an unhealthy fascination for Lestat.

it's understood that Hollywood sells Californication

jenbeth78 came through with more news on the boys performing together at CFTC, this time from Joey, who, while insisting that it's "top secret," revealed that they'll be singing the national anthem and possibly performing during the intermission.

The sound I made was loud and odd enough to draw the attention of the entire office. Which inevitably led to explanations as to "my boys," the event and that, yes, I like them and the music, thank you. There will be tears, mark my words, rivers and oceans of happy tears. I know JC and Joey have spotty records as far as their informant track records, but as a fan who, Grammy awards notwithstanding, has never seen them perform together live, I am excited right out my wits, I truly am. Living in hope isn't a bad place to be, right?

Miranda and I walked down the block to Denny's last night around midnight, something we haven't done for lamentably ever. They really do love us - we sat around for a good couple of hours just talking and getting our milkshakes for free. It was even a boy who brought it to our "yard!" Don't think we weren't making bad puns the whole time.

In other news, I did... dishes today. My mom called to say happy Easter and promised to cook a comparable meal when I come home in May. Love that woman, I dearly do. My stepfather liked his birthday card a lot - she said there may have been tears - so not too many points subtracted for not remembering to call on Friday. Whoo! And my little brother sounded happy, and mostly, that made my afternoon.

Someone hid an egg in the roll of paper towels left mysteriously at my desk. Cadbury caramel chocolate egg, my first of the season. Isn't that sad? Tomorrow's steep holiday candy sales, here I come.

Quote of the Day:

"No! JC said that? Our JC? *shocked* Except, you know, not. Because as the boy breathes, so he talks about sex."
-me