"1 Online"

I can't tell you how much it means to me when that little script that shows how many people are currently reading my blog reads more than 1... yesterday, at one point, there were 4 people online at my blog!  (That means 3 plus me, actually, but still!)  It's probably silly of me to worry about whether people are reading what is really supposed to just be a journal that keeps me writing every day, and isn't really meant to be anything all that serious.  But it's sort of like I got invited to sit at a lunch table with people, rather than having to sit over in the corner next to the geek table where they all have bag lunches filled with day old little Debbie snack cakes.  (And the thing is that even at the geek table, they had friends to sit with....)  But then, J will be brutal and say that I did have a table to go to-- with her, and La, and sometimes other folks.  But not always, dear love.  There was a time when I had to attach myself to the table where the evil ex boyfriend sat, and tortured me. 
 
Anyway.  That was a bit of a digression and it's a little pathetic.  If I wasn't so honest with me I would delete it and you guys wouldn't see what a big lame old sillyface I am, and now I'm probably losing even more cool points and there'll never be 4 online again...  sigh. 
 
Apparently I'm having a goth moment.  If I weren't wearing a hot pink lacy bra and cute flowery sundress and pink toenails & fingernails I might believe that better.  What a poser I am!

Last night, the sweet baboo and I watched Cold Mountain.  An excellent movie!  I have this tendency to figure out which character in the movie I am most like, or would be most like, in the unlikely event that I were to wake up tomorrow and live during the Civil War era.  I identified most with Ruby, the Rene Z. character (I am not even going to TRY spelling her last name).  Given my background, and growing up poor and being feisty and independent I am certainly not like Nicole Kidman's character.  Although I am more intellectual than Ruby.  So in a way, perhaps I'd be a cross between the two.  But then, given the whole imaginary scenario of living back then, I wouldn't get to go to college and learn all kinds of stuff, so my little hypotheses falls apart.  So the moral of this story is, Cold Mountain is a good movie, worth watching, not too far into the "girly chick movie" but also not totally depressing and prone to make you need to think happy thoughts in order to not hate the world later.  (Yes, there are some sad things.  But it's more about the strength of the characters than the bad parts).  So watch it, if only to see Rene purse her little beestung lips all cute-like.  (Cause believe me you, that is worth the rental price itself.  She's just an adorable little thing). 

Finally, I am having another moment here.... in the Internet cafe, there is another grad student, who is working on her Master's Degree* (in physics, no less!), and she is here to research and work like a good little graduate student, as I too should be doing.  And she, like me, spent a while checking email and stuff.  But now, she's being all good and reading articles and research and LEARNING stuff, while I am goofing off.  So I need to get my butt in gear and get some real work done.  Begging won't do you any good.  I've written enough.  :)  But I do love you all, and that's not just the latte talking. 

*But if it makes me feel any better, I can say when I was working on my Master's Degree, I was a lot better at self-motivating too.  And if I were writing that, I'd be almost done by now, cause I have written almost as much on the PhD dissertation as was my final product for the MA.  SO there.