Crikey!

I am so sad that the Steve Irwin, the crazy Crocodile Hunter, was killed yesterday, leaving behind his wife and two young children. I really liked that crazy guy—but I have to admit it was like his last joke. I mean, who else would get pierced in the heart by a sting ray? Only the Crocodile Hunter. If he’s going to go, he’s going to do it in style.

But I’m still very sad. :(


On a happier note, my bronchitis is clearing up already after being on antibiotics for only a few days. I think this is because the antibiotic they have me on is ridiculous. It’s so strong that it was actually making me feel sick to my stomach. So I went and bought some acidophilus (a pro-biotic) which is helping immensely. So now I can kill that bad bacteria and put good bacteria back in. It is a little weird to think that I’m eating one billion live cells when I take it, though. It reminds me of the time I had to take the Typhoid vaccine—it was also alive and had to be refrigerated. *shudder*


In other news, go see Little Miss Sunshine. It is a fantastic movie. Best I’ve seen in a very long time. I would even consider going to the theater to see it again (which I almost never do). Go see it. Skip, run, and sashay on down to the theater.



I finished The Bronte Project, which I did enjoy but I must admit it’s not my favorite read. Cristina read it, and because she and I share the same love of the Bronte literature, I knew I had to read it. :) I actually found it a little abrupt—and I found the end to be found wanting. But overall I was entertained—and it made me want to go get a book of the Bronte letters. In searching for a picture of the book cover, I also discovered that someone has purchased the rights to make it into a film.



I’m also quite excited because the season premiere of House is on tonight. It’s probably the only show on Fox that I really enjoy (other than Will & Grace reruns). And I think Hugh Laurie is pretty damn sexy.



T-Minus 20 days and counting until I start grad school. Yikes!