dark comedy. foreign. violent.

These, according to netflix, are my taste in movies.  That's right--give me a film in which the hero slices the head off the bad guy and pauses for a delightfully clever line in a foreign language and, apparently, I'll be happy.  The thing is, it's true.  Oh, netflix, how you know me...

My car's in the shop.  Nothing major...I hope.  But there's a knocking coming from near the timing...so I'm crossing my fingers it's nothing that'll break the bank.  Until then, I've borrowed one of Ryan's cars.  It's kinda handy to have two vehicles, I suppose.  Anyway, it's freezing outside, right?  And pouring.  So I get off work and run to the car and dive inside, fight my way home, and get out, only to realize I locked my keys in the house.  Yeah.  That's right.  I did it...again.  So I'm huddled on the porch with a phone that's dying, groceries in hand, mail tucked under one arm, no porch light, peering into the depths that is my purse hunting for keys that I don't have when I remember: they're on my nightstand.  Really.  So I call my roommate with the last ooch of life left in my phone.  While I don't remember my exact words, I believe all I managed to get out is something along the lines of "nokeysfrontdoorhelpmeeeeee!"  About a minute later she trudges to the front door in a bathrobe.  "I'm sorry!!"  I felt bad hauling her out of bed because I couldn't remember my keys...  :(

I mentioned that it was cold, right?  It's supposed to snow tonight.  As in, 2-3 inches.  Eek!!  I'm trying not to get too terribly excited...because I know that if I do, I'll jinx it.  My mother's already called and made sure I was stocked up with food for the week.  Thanks, Mum.  I got this, though.  There's almost 20 lb of hamburger in the freezer, and I've got bread and milk out my ears.  Oh--and alcohol.  After the end-of-semester party the other night, I've got more alcohol than Jack Sparrow could ever drink...  I'm good.

I've also rediscovered Alias, one of my favorite shows while in high school.  As I rewatch them, I've become more and more convinced that I just watched it for Jennifer Garner's awesome outfits and hot wigs.  Because, let's face it, that would probably be my favorite part of being a CIA agent.  Well, that or shooting things.
So,  I'm tucking in tonight with a cup of hot tea and a movie.
Maybe something dark, comedic, foreign, and violent.

I'll let you know if I survive the the storm.