Do you believe in reincarnation?

Okay now I normally don't obsess about movies, but that's only because the ones worthy are so rare.

I haven't felt this much love for a character since I was first introduced to Gregory House, and before that, Jack Sparrow.

Is it just me, or is Col. Hans Landa one of the best characters of all fucking time? I've been searching Christoph Waltz for the past two days... what an amazing actor!!! The entire movie I just wanted him to talk and never end. Kept me on the edge of my seat.. I knew what was going to happen halfway through each conversation but each time I wondered HOW was he going to get there. Smoothest-talking villain ever.... deliciously sinister. The words flowed like poetry, and the crooked half-smile sent chills sometimes. Christ. Oh, and when he walks up behind her at the restaurant, my stomach churns every time. And the milk. God the writing is beautiful. And the laaaaaanguages! Everywhere! I want to watch it over and over and over. All the characters were excellent, Brad Pitt not excluded there. Wonderful, wonderful. However, I have to give it to Waltz. That smiiiiiile. So eeeeevil. It's beautiful. Landa is the best ever. Very Jules (Pulp Fiction), but looks less like a dog. Oh Sam L. Jackson, you and your weird face.

Kudos to Waltz and Tarantino. Just another beautiful example of everything coming together as perfectly as it possibly could.


P.S. Sally died. Trying not to think about it... Little fuzzy girl.. I'll miss her. But she's much happier now. I could feel every vertebrae through the doubled up blanket as I held her for the last time... she probably weighed the same as the blanket itself.

Buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo. Buffalo buffalo buffalo. It's grammatically correct, believe it or not.

It seems I only journal when I am unhappy... haha. Well. It's a good thing I don't journal very often then, now isn't it?

When I was five, I got my first pet--Marilyn, the loveliest old gal in the world these days, a regal yet playful cat that is always up for a snuggle. However, after a couple of months we decided to bring home a companion for her, and so we chose her younger sister, the smallest of the litter. We named her Sally.

Marilyn and Sally grew up together, grooming, playing, and occasionally squabbling with each other, but were always inseparable. Now it's been 13 years (nearly 14) since we got the cats and as is completely natural, their sprightly youth isn't all it used to be. Particularly Sally.

This weekend my family and I were out of town visiting family, and my dad came home a day earlier than us due to business. Upon his arrival Sunday night, he came across little Sally curled up in a ball, nearly comatose, on his bathroom rug. Now... lately we've been noticing wet spots everywhere but were unsure as to the source as it didn't SMELL like cat pee. We've also noticed that Sally hasn't been taking care of her fur.. it's matted and not as clean as usual, and she's been moving a little slower than usual... and she hasn't been running for the tuna (her favorite) whenever she hears a can opener. At first we attributed this to their flea collars, and so we took them off, got them a new bed, and all was dandy again.

Clearly not. My dad nursed her through the night, but she was too weak to drink and she didn't even look up when he brought her favorite fishy treat. He called us this morning and told us she made it through the night, thankfully, and he took her to the vet, who said they'd call when they'd diagnosed her problem. She weighed in at only 4 pounds (we didn't notice, her fur is super long and thick) and they hooked her up to an IV, and took blood tests. On our way home this afternoon, my dad called again, saying our possibilities were diabetes, kidney failure, or cancer... all three of which, we'd end up putting her down for.

Turns out it's her kidneys, so the "hospital" said they'd try to flush out enough toxins for her to be well enough to come home for a couple of days... and after that we'll probably take her to the vet for the last time. I can't stop tearing up... I just hope she doesn't suffer any more than she has to... my poor little girl. Marilyn knows it too... she's acting fairly normal but I can see in her eyes, and she's more affectionate towards us than usual.

In other news, I went to the doctor today to fix my tongue-tiedness, and now my tongue fricken hurts like a bitch. The skin under my tongue was attached too close to the tip so they stuck a needle in it to freeze it, and then cauterized the hell out of it. It was the worst smelling/tasting thing I've ever had to endure... and also I'm not really one for being on the table so I didn't refuse the nurse's hand when she offered. It's a good thing my grip isn't any stronger, I'd have probably really hurt her fingers. Looks like I'm eating nothing but smoothies, jello and porridge for the next few days... do you know how much you use your tongue when you chew??