I'm learning da Stanky Leg.

my mix tapes suck.

One look at the mix tapes I make for my friends, and you'll realize why I don't have that many... (friends, that is. I have plenty of mix tapes.)

1. "Good Weed" Project Pat
2. "Can U Get Away" Tupac
3. "Can a Nigga get a Table Dance?" 2 Live Crew
4. "Buttons" Sia
5. "Sunday Morning Comin' Down" Kris Kristofferson
6. "Papa was a Rodeo" The Magnetic Fields
7. "It was a Good Day" Ice Cube
8. "Pyjamarama" Roxy Music
9. "I'm Straight" The Modern Lovers
10. "Jive Talkin'" The Bee Gees
11. "Caroline Goodbye" Colin Blunstone
12. "Fresh as a Daisy" Emitt Rhodes
13. "Spooky" Dusty Springfield
14. "I left a woman waiting" Leonard Cohen

I always want to cram all my favorite hip hop songs in. Followed by John Denver followed by old school Liz Phair capped off with 1960s girl groups. I'm slightly schizophrenic.

The Dead Poets' Society at high sea

Sometimes you just need to see a bunch of young, athletic, bronzed men running around with their shirts unbuttoned and boat shoes a-floppin'. That's when you turn to White Squall. Jeff Bridges is such a handsome fellow, now throw in Jeremy Sisto and Balthazar Getty and you've got yourself a buffet of beauty. Personally, I've never been able to get into Scott Wolf because he is just so short and has big dimples. Also, he's pretty C-list these days. Back then he was hot stuff because of Party of Five. Anyways. I love coming of age films. I love films where men tuck their shirts into their cuffed jeans. I love thick-rimmed NASA scientist glasses. However, I do not like drowning.

If my entire being were encapsulated in a movie...

It would be the 1955 Douglas Sirk film, All that Heaven Allows. Oh. Dear. God. In. Heaven. (No pun intended.) Sometimes I start watching a movie and feel a tingle in my spine because I think to myself, "Movie, where have you been all my life? We are obviously kindred spirits and have been separated far too long. Join me!" This is one such film. The title sequence almost had me in tears. This is what they mean by, "In all its Technicolor glory."

And Rock Hudson. Rock Hudson! Sure, he's dashing in those frothy Doris Day rom coms. But in this...he's devastatingly handsome in that shiny Ken doll-way. Add a lumberjack plaid jacket, red cords, and a fondness for growing trees and you have me swooning. I literally had to pause the movie and take a breather--it was that amazing.

Ahem. Wow. I am a huge dork.