Tonight I got my friend, Craig, to go see "Little Miss Sunshine" with me again. It was my third time, and I still love it. I know, I know. I'm sure I could put my sweet moola to better use, but I get this way about movies I like. I think I saw "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" three or four times in the theater too. It's just what I do.

So, after his one night of glory, Zozo has decided he doesn't want to walk now. Whenever Molly or Joe let go of his hands, he will just stand there and then sit down slowly. Just the other day we were all thinking that he is a highly accelerated genius for launching into full on walking his first try, but obviously we congratulated ourselves too soon. Mols, of course, still feels he is a genius, but thinks he is just reticent to let go of being carried around. We shall see.

Em had a lunchtime discussion with her coworkers the other day about The Rules. Remember those? I never really paid much attention, because it just sounded like a ridiculous and unnatural code of behavior, not to mention old-fashioned (and, yes, I'm single, so I bet The Rules ladies would scoff at my judgment since I haven't managed to "close the deal" yet, but come on), and so I decided to look them up. Hmmmmm. Rule #1: Be a Creature Unlike Any Other. What's that supposed to mean? Uh, aren't we all creatures unlike any other? And, if we're all following the stupid rules (they really are, I read on), aren't we all LIKE each other then? Lameorama. Anyway, this led to a convo about the phrase "Why buy the cow if you can get the milk for free?" and Em's friend has a response for that. Why buy the pig if you can get the sausage for free? Har har. I need to remember that one for future use.

I'm hanging in there in my class with all the freshmen. It's pretty easy and doesn't require too much time or effort on my part, and I don't mind going to the lectures. The only annoying thing is that we meet in smaller sections once a week to do group work for an hour. That means I'm sitting there with five unenthusiastic 18 year olds who are looking to get through our task as quickly and shoddily as possible, while I have a more lively "Hey guys! Let's learn!" attitude. They all look at me like I'm an overzealous nut job when I try to engage them in actual conversation, so now I've resigned myself to going with the flow and having my name attached to work that, frankly, makes me cringe. Oh well. Just have to get through it.