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Any day spent seeing In America and finishing The Brothers K is a very good day. In America is beautiful, and everyone really should run out and see it right now. Laughter, tears, ugliness, beauty, hope, and one of the best casts I've seen in ages and ages. The sisters are really sisters, which I didn't learn until after I saw it, but it made them even more endearing if that is even humanly possible. Samantha Morton, I think, is one of the best actors around, period. She can do so much with just a quiet look, and when she isn't quiet, she breaks your heart. I would see this again and I recommend it most highly. I saw it with my sister, the best possible person on earth with whom to see this movie. The Brothers K was wholly entertaining, original, funny, moving, and wonderful. There's really nothing I can say about this book that Beth hasn't already said better. I absolutely loved it, and I'm sorry that it's over, and I stayed up half the night to finish it, and I haven't done that in a very long time. After that, I lay in the darkness and thoughts of the book coursed through me until I passed out, and when I woke up, I was thinking about it still. I am so very glad that I was able to finish the year with a book as great as this one. By some strange twisted fluke, I have only gained four pounds during this period of massive holiday gluttony over the last couple of months. I am finishing the year weighing 11.5 pounds less than I did at this time in 2002, and I feel good about that, I guess, even though I think I might be in probably the worst shape of my entire life, and I feel kind of shitty about that. I have an appointment later this week to have my first-ever fitness assessment where they will measure my body fat percentage and blood pressure and make me ride a bike and measure my heart rate and stuff. I reason that my body fat percentage will be 100% if not higher. It might even break the charts. Above all, I dread that part of the assessment. But it will all lead to a session with a personal trainer who will set me up with the little computerized weight machines that keep track of your sets and your information and at some point I hope to buy an mp3 player which my sister swears will fill my workouts with light and joy. (But then my sister is one of those crazy people who thinks working out is like a party in your pants, so what does she know?) I have decided that I am entering my last year in my twenties, and it's time to get in shape. I really mean it, though. It's ridiculous to feel like such a lumbering oaf in yoga and be unable to do certain poses because instead of thigh muscles I have blobs of quivering lard. I must keep these appointments lest I continue on the path to turning into an utter lardass. I think I have the potential to be in good shape in that I don't think I am predestined physically to be a lardass, but I just never exercise except for yoga and that is just not enough in this day and age especially when one such as myself refuses to live in a world where exist no bread products, beer, or ice cream (see: crazy extreme diets that make people look like Gwyneth Paltrow). I feel it is a good goal to have. (Even though everyone in the world has it, it's kind of a new one for me.)
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