Last night was the premiere of Scrubs on ABC, but I didn’t watch, because someone lent us the movie I’m Not There, so we checked that instead. I am a HUGE Bob Dylan fan, love all his music, so I was interested in this experimental-style take on his life. And it was experimental. Also pretty trippy. I really, really wanted to like it more than I did. Heath Ledger and Cate Blanchett were amazing, the music of course fantastic. But I realized a long time ago that I am NOT the best person for really freestyle, weird movies. It’s the same reason why I just don’t understand The Big Lebowski and HATED The Doors, even though all my friends love both those movies. I’m just too literal minded, I guess. Maybe that’s why I’m not into fantasy books and my husband calls me a Muggle, as well? Is it why I never could get through Lord of the Rings? These are the questions on my mind this morning. Hmmmmm.

In other news, in my last entry I mentioned my Twitter obsession, and someone said they couldn’t find me there. I’m at sarahdessen, and you can tell it’s me because the Along For the Ride cover is my userpic. I say this because the other day, I found out someone was trying to impersonate me on MySpace, which was kind of bizarre. So I did a search for myself, and found, like, FOUR people pretending to be me. One of their profiles was basically everything from my online bio, with each line punctuated with an exclamation point. Like, “I’m Sarah Dessen! I write books! I live in North Carolina!” Now, I do tend to be a little exciteable. But really? Really? At any rate, my official MySpace page is here. You can tell it’s me because it links to my official webpage. Accept no imitations! I mean, ahem, accept no imitations. And in related news, I’m going to be overhauling my website in the next few months, with links to Twitter and MySpace and Facebook right on the front page where you can find them easily. So stay tuned for that, as well. (Note: no exclamation point.)

Finally, I’m still having kind of a freakout about my daughter’s eating habits. I know, I know. I need to just let it go. But can a person really survive on just Whole Foods mac and cheese, baby food, and cheese and crackers? Whenever I am out now and see babies around the same age eating, they are all chowing down on Real Food. My friend Ashley’s baby Liza? Who is, like, six weeks younger than Sasha? Eats meatloaf, cherry tomatoes, you name it. My girl not only turns up her nose at just about everything except the aforementioned food, but now she’s gotten really dramatic about it as well. Like, not just shaking her head, but spitting the food out with a big raspberry noise, like I’m trying to poison her. That’s the thanks I get for slaving over French toast in the hopes she’ll like it. Everyone keeps telling me to just calm down. That the more I have invested in this, the harder it will be. She’s not wasting away, right? Well, no. But still. I’m waiting for that meatloaf breakthrough. I’d take a single cherry tomato. Or even half of one…

Have a good day, everyone!

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