The Social Network.

David Fincher does not disappoint. Neither does Jesse Eisenberg. I want both of them to be my friends. Or more preferably, I want Jessy to be my lover, and Mr Fincher to be my friend. Or, even more preferably, I want Jessy to be my boyfriend, and Mr Fincher my dad. Okay, since David Fincher cannot be my dad and I would like this all to be real, I would be fine with Mr Fincher being my step-dad.
Such a weird feeling. Day after day at work I see their names (Napster, Facebook, diluted shares etc.) and it feels real, because it is real. And then I am sitting in the cinema watching a film about these people. Are they no longer real? When did it happen?

The soundtrack is good. I have to finally burn the CD (the OST has been sitting inside my work computer for more than a week now).

My first attempt in baking cupcakes today. Okay, it was not from the scratch (I bought a mix), but really, I mixed the mix with eggs and water and oil. And I prepared the icing (again, from a mix). A mix, a mix, a mix...

Quite tasty.



(Hard to type as I have bitten my nails. A little bit more than a half is left on my right thumb.)