Of Halfhearted Waves and Reassuring Whispers

I have managed to dig up a young person in this blurred haze of the elderly! I saw him yesterday while I was walking Jordan. My heart skipped a beat when I saw a brown-haired, clearly male, clearly young figure skateboarding down the street I was just about to turn on to. Normally, my heart would not skip a beat at something so trivial. I mean, I see kids skateboarding all the time. It's not exactly a rarity. But here, where 85 percent of the population is over the age of fifty, seeing someone like that is a big deal. And, really, it was everything I had been hoping for. Isn't that why I had toiled down the streets every day, towing a poodle in the sun, sweltering even at five in the evening? Isn't that why I had taken care to make my hair turn in just right, even though I am only visiting my grandma?
But I showed no outward signs of my surprise, and continued walking as if I were completely unphased. When I walked by, I turned to look at him. Because, while I didn't want to appear too keen, it would have been weird to pretend as if I didn't notice him. So I just turned and glanced over at him, nonchalant and brief. A glance that can best be described by the words, "What's that-- oh," and turn away.
To my astonishment, he acknowledged me. Normally it seems to be a code between people my age that you do not wave to someone when you see them unless you know them. It simply isn't done. Nonetheless, he inclined his head and raised two or three fingers in a sort of half-hearted wave. I guess it was the Southern Hospitality thing.
Not that I've been thinking about it too much or anything.
On an equally bright note, I had the most wonderful dream last night. The beginning started out horribly-- I was at theater camp, when I was whisked away to help with the filming of Juno. There must have been something wonky, though, because Juno had already come out, and was already one of my favorite movies. Not to mention I already had a massive crush on Paulie Bleeker. When I got to the set, I found that Ellen Paige hated me and Michael Cera ignored me. Not so good. On my first vacation, I came back to my old school. I was standing by N's old house venting to her and Na, when Michael Cera came up. I went up to feebly apologize to him (for what I'm not sure-- it seemed valid at the time). Then he did something completely unexpected. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulled me close, and started whispering in my ear. He whispered about how he was sorry for ignoring me, and how I shouldn't let other people's opinions of my affect how I see myself, and all the other things I can't recall now. He whispered about everything. When he finally let me go, I woke up in a joyous haze. It was the best dream I have ever had.
On top of it all, I am counting the days until Breaking Dawn comes out.

Of Cute Movies and Short Haircuts

I seem to have once again shirked my duties. Sorry! Anyway, quite a bit has happened since I last wrote. Almost a week ago, I believe. While I have remained unsuccessful in finding My Prince, I have been increasingly more anxious to find him. But I guess I'll just have to wait... only the wait seems so long... I think, due to my slightly pessimistic mood, some cheerer-uppers are in order!

1. Nail Polish
2. Music
3. Red Hair

There! That's better! Now, on to the... other stuff. For starters (and I know this is big news, so brace yourselves-- or yourself, because I get the feeling Na is the only one reading this), I got my hair cut. Finally. My last haircut before that was about... oh... seven years ago. So now I am glad to be rid of most of my long, limp, split-endy hair, and be left with a bouncy head full of fluffy, short hair! Other than that, this weekend should be pretty busy. Especially tomorrow. I'm going to a fundraiser, a party, and a concert. And last, but not least, because I now deem it the cutest movie known to humanity (so far), I have finally seen Juno, just like everybody else on the planet. But, alas, due to featuring the cutest relationship known to humanity (apart from the pregnant-y bit), it has made me pine for My Prince even more.

Resignedly,
Rosie L.