Snow. Oil. Mary. Monsters.

it snowed this weekend. a lot. i'm happy, partially because i sort of like lots of snow, and partially because everyone else seems to hate it passionately, and i think it's funny.

we went to the movies this weekend. i wanted to see The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. i didn't get to. instead, we watched Syriana, which is mainly about oil, which i do not care about at all. i guess it was an 'alright' movie, depending on how interested you are in the much-hyped 'oil wars' in the middle east, and if you can sit through a painfully slow info-movie. a car blew up in the beginning. a dude got tortured in the middle. a car blew up at the end. lots of pointless talking in-between. i still want to see Narnia.

we hung out with Mary this weekend. Mary is Lenny's mom, and she is really funny, in a not-so-with-it kind of way. she was out on a date, and we watched a Harry Potter movie at Lenny's house. then she came home from the date, and watched the Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire with us, making fun comments and making me laugh a lot. then she fell asleep.

i realized/came to terms with the fact that i'm still afraid of monsters under my bed. maybe not so much afraid, as cautious. it's all because of a movie i saw when i was young. i think it was one of those Ernest movies. in it, a monster under the bed, grabs someone's foot, and begins eating it. this sequence seriously scared me when i was younger, and to this day, when i go to bed, i turn of my light and take a wide step onto my bed, so any monsters under there can't reach my feet.

ridiculous, but necessary.

we'll see if you're still laughing when i have all my toes and yours have all been eaten off.