Profound Thoughts

A quorum of holidays:

Thursday: Thanksgiving
Friday: The traditional women's Christmas tea (at Thanksgiving time)
Saturday: Blissful relaxation
Sunday: Birthday party (mine, for once!)

On none of these days did I blog, and therefore I have forgotten my profound thoughts by now. I can only remember that they were really good. Really good and profound.
I watched Elizabethtown. I almost cried. Not quite, however. I have only cried for a movie... mmm... twice? I can't quite remember. I only remember that I didn't cry for the end of the The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, but everyone else around me, strangely, did. Save for Julien, of course. The lad would never dream of crying for a mere movie.
Perhaps I should try to use this blog to build you a picture of what my life is like.
My life is like a novel. I am the main character. Minor characters include:
Stolid mother
Sensitive father
Annoying brother
Small, pity-inducing brother
Loud, opinionated smaller sister
Best friend
Love interest
World-wise and sharp-tongued uncle
Two other friends, with whom I am generally jocular
Corresponding family, including mother's best friend, brothers' best friends, and "adorable" love interest for younger sister

My plot so far has been interesting, making it through the preteen years, and trying not to grow up (much to the peevement of Julien ["Why wouldn't you want to grow up?"]. I'll leave you to guess if he's the love interest or one of the friends. I know which one my mother would pick). I'm hoping that the climax will come soon, as the small dramas have really not turned out to be of much interest. Suffice it to say, if my life was a book, I wouldn't read it. And I wouldn't blame you for not reading it either.