Today was a fairly eventful day for me, which is rare lately. I've been trying to be more active and get back into more of a regular schedule; I had one when I was directing the play and when I was in school, but after the show wrapped I sort of started slacking. Anyhow, I woke up around 1:30pm (please don't judge me. I've been going to bed around 5:00am lately. Why? This is a good question. If you know the answer, please make me aware of it), went downstairs, turned on some Matt & Kim (which I've been really feeling lately; ever since I heard "Daylight" in that Bacardi commercial), danced around my house in my PJs, and made toaster waffles with I Can't Believe It's Not Butter and syrup (which are fucking delicious). This, in my book, is a fantastic start to any day. In fact, any time you start the day with dancing, it's bound to be a good day. I'm not talking about just bobbing your head while you're doing something either; I'm talking about jumping around and shaking your ass like an idiot dancing. The kind of dancing that little kids do because they don't give a shit about looking like an idiot. The kid of fun, goofy dancing that most adults lose sight of and I'd like to try and retain no matter how old I get. I like dancing like that (but only if Butterscotch is the only one around to watch).

I then proceeded to take my waffles over to the sofa and watch The Haunting in Conneticut. I was promised by many people that this movie was not scary in the least bit. Apparently these people are unaware of my horrible fear of contorted bodies, haunted houses, evil spirts, rapid movement cinematography, and figures appearing and disappearing in and out of frame. This movie had all of the above. Plus, I was home alone and it was really dark out despite the fact that it was 2:30pm because it was beginning to thunderstorm. Butterscotch started freaking out and we ended up cuddling on the couch with a blanket over our heads. I felt pretty lame. Overall I'd give the movie a 3/5...the acting was TERRIBLE (the dad was the DA agent from Weeds LOL) and there really wasn't much to get excited about. I liked the production design/art direction though, and like I said, it scared the shit out of me. Not a total loss.

At this point I got a text from my darling friend Joey, who suggested we do dinner a movie. My mum showed up just as the movie was wrapping (and of course proceeded to ask me a million questions about the movie while watching the final ten minutes, causing me to try to explain the whole plot to her while trying to finish the film myself), then began to talk about the never ending family issues with me, keeping me from getting ready. Evil sister who hasn't been to the house in two years and acts like she's entitled to the world is causing trouble again, which is annoying in itself. It becomes more annoying when I have to listen to my parents vent about the drama every single day until it's resolved. She's a bitch, there's nothing that's going to change about it, end of story. I'm so sick of wasting bits of my day talking about her stupidity.

My mum finally finished venting, I went and got dressed, and finished doing my make-up just as Joey arrived at my house. I honestly believe that all girls need a cute gay friend to go out and do adorable things with, and Joey is currently my very favorite gay boy. There's just something about going out with someone who will both hold the door for you and gush over how utterly fabulous Meryl Streep is that makes me feel fantastic. We grabbed dinner at Chili's (the $20 special where you get an appetizer, two diners, and a desert), then went to see Julie & Julia. The movie was fabulous, as expected. It was the first really well done "feel good" movie I'd seen in a long time. I got all warm and fuzzy inside while I was watching it. Aww. Plus, Amy Adams is the most adorable thing in the entire world. She is just too cute. I give it a 5/5. Everything about it was wonderful...and I want to wear just about everything in Meryl Streep's wardrobe.

We also went to Petco, where I became completely infatuated with chinchillas. I'm pretty sure that's going to be the pet for me. I know, I know. I wanted a hedgehog, then I wanted a flemish giant rabbit...but chinchillas really seem like they could be it. They're soft, cuddley, fairly friendly when raised properly, pretty low matinence, and they generally live around 15 years. I can deal with that. Plus, they don't smell (as long as you clean their cages as you should) and are great for people with allergies because they don't have any dander. I mean, I basically want something that's going to be as awesome as a puppy without all of the hassle, and they seem like they could be it. I'm thinking once I graduate from Point Park and am going to make-up school? That seems like the proper time to own a chinchilla. On a totally unrelated note, I also bought Butterscotch legwarmers while at Petco. I want her to start wearing dog clothing. She hates me for it. Pictures, I promise.

Came home, sat around online for a while, and now I think I'm going to turn in; it's rather early for me. Hopefully this will put me back on a proper schedule. Oh! Also. I saw my doctor yesterday and she's increased my Lithium level to 600mg. So currently I'm at 600mg of Lithium and 1500mg of Depakote. My fingers are crossed and I'm hoping things continue to get better. I have to drive to the theatre tomorrow in order to go to a meeting for the play I'm producing next summer, which could possibly bring on a panic attack. Here's hoping that everything goes well with that. My fingers are crossed.

I bought this shirt too. $10 on shirt.woot.com yesterday. Hoorah steampunks!