Seriously. Since when do the words "Wow...Spock looks like he'd be a really good kisser" pass through my lips?
Thank you, J. J. Abrams/Zachary Quinto. I'm now in love with a Vulcan.
As you have probably inferred, I just came home from a 7:45 screening of "Star Trek" after being completely shut down from seeing "The Hangover." In retrospect, that was probably a beneficial twist of fate, as I am near certain that "Star Trek" was more entertaining and more engaging to me than "The Hangover" would have been.
The job hunt continues to be unsuccessful. However, I am not discouraged. Ballet is going well and my grades just came in; although I am not overjoyed in any respect, they are decent enough for me to justify feeling unstressed at this particular time.
Good gentlefolk, life is looking to be alright.
Live long and prosper!
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