What's On My Nightstand

• My Mom's Chex Mix. It seems whenever she gives this stuff to me or my sisters, we ration it out so it lasts as... long... as... hu...manly... possible. Sure the recipe's on the side of the box, but I'm convinced it wouldn't taste the same if I made it myself!
• Bullish on OPI nail polish. I'm perpetually on the hunt for that perfect shade of red. This is the closest I've come so far.
• I'm with Lucy. Fate threw this movie into my path back in high school. I ask you, why does no one know about this movie?! I swear the only people who've seen it have done so at my insistence. You spend the whole movie guessing which of her five blind dates she ends up marrying and they start being weeded out halfway through. A little quirky and a lot entertaining, this is the film that brought Henry Thomas crashing into my existence. Ughhaahhhhdkjfslj!!!! To this day, I say his grand gesture is one of the grandest of any I've ever seen in a chick flick! *hand-over-heart-the-entire-scene*
• My First New York. This weekend my sister Katy gave me this collection of 2-5 page stories from some of the city's most well known residents and it's been an absolute breeze. Think Paris je t'aime (yes, I realize there's a New York, I Love You, but it lacked that je ne sais quoi) except real-life tales spread from 1933 to the present. My favorite so far has been Liza Minnelli's, which is rather like a fan flail.
• Odd and the Frost Giants. This is the first book I've ever read by Neil Gaiman and I'm just wondering whatever took me so long. His writing style is simple and fluid yet oh so fantastical. A real sucker for anything related to Thor and especially Loki, I'll be finished with this one in two shakes. 

Thanks to my recent fixation on Rise of the Guardians, and perhaps a string of Edith ugly cries, this week's lullaby is none other than the comforting "Still Dream" by Renée Fleming, which plays during the credits. My heart... cannot handle it. Which is why I have it on infinite repeat as I lie curled in the fetal position, hugging my stuffed animal. Vraiment.