Saw The Triplettes of Belleville with my sis today. It’s easily the most different movie I’ve seen in a long, long time. As the story unfolded, the word “Huh?” kept escaping my mouth before my brain could register a reaction. It’s that good. Definitely check it out if you’re in the mood for a wonderfully bizarre experience. Besides watching me play with my stuffed animals, that is.

Another Valentine’s day painlessly leaked out of my life. For the relative lack of crappiness, I am thankful.

Couple of nights ago, my brain got into the weirdest state. I had been napping most of the afternoon after school, and woke up around 10pm. Out of nowhere, I get this urge to throw all my blankets and pillows on the floor, jump down, and tightly roll myself up in them. And then, as I lay there in a heap, I notice my eyes are wet, and bam, tears streaming down face!

The thing is, when you find most people on the floor like that, rolled up with blankets spinach-puff style and all soggy-faced, they can usually give you a pretty good reason to explain the state. You know, like, Waaah, she no love me, or I told him it was the me or the cabbage, and he picked the cabbage! *sob*, or something like that.

Me, on the other hand? No. Me, I’m lying there with my mouth half open thinking, Huh. I’m crying. That’s weird. I wonder if we have any lemonade left.

I’m thinking some mild form of brain chemical balance has been added to my already daunting list of frightening sexy disorders, only I’m not quick enough to catch up and be depressed about it.

I later found out that we did, in fact, have some lemonade left. It was pink.