Last night, after my near sleep deprived post, I decided to stay up even later and watch a movie. Now, it wasn't like I was starting from the very beginning. I had started the movie before Chrissy had came over, and while not being in the "very middle" of it, I was well into what I'd consider the first act of the movie.
The movie (which had been purchased earlier for only a dollar thanks to Chrissy, who is the absolute best) was Milk. You know, the movie based on the true story of Harvey Milk, the first openly gay man elected to major public office? That movie, I'm sure you're remembering now. The one with Sean Penn (and my favorite movie hottie James Franco).
I just got to say that I loved this movie. It gave me warm fuzzies, even when it made me cry. In case you were wondering how much I cried, it was 3 times. I count that as a good movie sign. The other emotion evoked was one of "grr." I really wanted to jump into the movie (or the past, if I really wanted results) and beat some ass. Which is strange for me, since I'm a pacifist I normally don't intensely feel the need to hurt people.
Anyway, go buy the movie if you don't own it. If you've never seen it? Speed dangerously in a car to you're nearest movie retailer, don't walk, to get this movie. You are missing out.
Because I stayed up to watch this movie last night, I didn't go to sleep till... close to, if not past, 3 this morning. So waking up at 8:30 was just a bit of a challenge. I love the weekend so much cause it means I can sleep end. Kind of... well, most of the time.
Okay, when you buy/watch Milk, don't stay up till 3 doing so. This advice comes in really handy if you have classes the next day. Are we clear on this? We are? Good, moving on.
Recently I decided that I'm changing. Not just as a person, that would be cliche and stupid. No, everyday I'm different. I mean, like the song says "You're hair never falls in quite the same way, and your clothes never wear as well the next day." I think that says it all right there.
With this development of self, I decided that I had the need to document this. I made plans to just use my camera to take a picture of myself EVERYDAY for the rest of my life. Then I decided that I was way too lazy for this. Knowing the the internet provides everything (expect Milk, that you're still going to have to buy at a store, cause an electronic copy isn't as fun as an actual DVD), I went to Google to find something to supplement my needs.
This is the story of how I found www.Flickaday.com. This site is pretty handy. It knew that I wanted to do nothing but take a picture of myself everyday for the rest of my life. So I set up an account to do just that. So far, I've been faithful to update and take a picture everyday. Just like I've been faithful to post a blog on here everyday. ...One day at a time....
Just one more topic I want to talk about, and then I'll let you go back to you're life that I'm sure would have been truly empty without reading this. The weather. I know, this is a very stupid topic, but hear me out.
The weather has been insane lately. Like, does mother nature not know that it's autumn? That It's supposed to be getting into jacket and long-sleeved t-shirt weather? It has felt more like the middle of July recently than the end of September.
Then there's the rain. This kind of rain, is more of a spring May/April rain. None of this is weather for this time of year. If you have ever doubted global warming, I think you've been given the proof. Al Gore can stop giving lectures about how it's real and just move on to how to stop it now.
Alright guys, that concludes the the list of topics that I had made for this blog (see I really do care about the blog, I made a list and everything). If you have topics you want me to talk about, just suggest them. If I find them relevant, I'll probably give them a go. Other wise I'll just keep talking about my life. Which is why you read my blog anyway, so I mean, don't expect too much else.
Friday, September 25, 2009
September 24th of 2009
For the past two nights, Christina has ended up in my room late at night. She doesn't stay all night, well she hasn't yet but she's yet to leave tonight. Hilarity ensues whenever we're together. I have a head massager that brings insane pleasur with one end (really guys, it looked like a reject whisk but is actually heaven), while the other end brings pointy death. Since Christina has a way of.... poking me, I had to have a weapon. She now has a cut that she blames on me. I believe that I'm innocent.
Samantha came to visit us today. It was a pleasant enough gathering. It was good to see her after close to four months of her absence.
I don't really think I've been interesting these past two days. I fail at life I guess you could say. Well, I've failed at the past two days at least. Being sleepy may have something to do with this as well...
Samantha came to visit us today. It was a pleasant enough gathering. It was good to see her after close to four months of her absence.
I don't really think I've been interesting these past two days. I fail at life I guess you could say. Well, I've failed at the past two days at least. Being sleepy may have something to do with this as well...
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Curing A Bad Day
Today had so much promise. My morning class was canceled, so I got in an extra hour of sleep (which is always a good thing). My classes today weren't really all the bad, but I kept feeling like crap. I still feel like crap actually.
It's not in a sick, I should see a doctor kind of crap, but more along of it's just been an off day. I guess it's just being an "adult" has caught up with me. It would be nice to have a day to just be a little kid every once in a while.
In other news:
I made a cake today. Stealthily done in my dorm room. Now, I'm not going to claim being a fabulous culinary mind to know how to utilize dorm room microwaves to make a nice layer cake. No, I cheated. I made a Betty Crocker mini delight cake thing. It was by far, the best thing about my day.
You'd think that I'd be staying away from any kind of desserts after my last episode that only happened Sunday. Since I'm assuming you weren't there internet world, I'll recount the insanity of my actions.
It was a wonderful Sunday, birds were literally singing. You can't get more picture-esq than that, I tell you. I had already ate two bowels of chili for dinner (thanks mom, I really did love it), when my friend informs me that She hasn't ate dinner yet. Not to let her eat alone (cause that's a fate worse than death on campus) I offered to go with her.
That was a mistake. When faced with chocolaty desserts, I'm a sucker. My friend is also an enabler. When trying to decided between the desserts, she urged me to have both. Best friend ever, right? For all intent and purposes, she is. Just not when it comes to chocolate.
So yes, I've drown my bad day in a chocolate cake. I don't think you should blame me for it. Because it was a damn good cake.
It's not in a sick, I should see a doctor kind of crap, but more along of it's just been an off day. I guess it's just being an "adult" has caught up with me. It would be nice to have a day to just be a little kid every once in a while.
In other news:
I made a cake today. Stealthily done in my dorm room. Now, I'm not going to claim being a fabulous culinary mind to know how to utilize dorm room microwaves to make a nice layer cake. No, I cheated. I made a Betty Crocker mini delight cake thing. It was by far, the best thing about my day.
You'd think that I'd be staying away from any kind of desserts after my last episode that only happened Sunday. Since I'm assuming you weren't there internet world, I'll recount the insanity of my actions.
It was a wonderful Sunday, birds were literally singing. You can't get more picture-esq than that, I tell you. I had already ate two bowels of chili for dinner (thanks mom, I really did love it), when my friend informs me that She hasn't ate dinner yet. Not to let her eat alone (cause that's a fate worse than death on campus) I offered to go with her.
That was a mistake. When faced with chocolaty desserts, I'm a sucker. My friend is also an enabler. When trying to decided between the desserts, she urged me to have both. Best friend ever, right? For all intent and purposes, she is. Just not when it comes to chocolate.
So yes, I've drown my bad day in a chocolate cake. I don't think you should blame me for it. Because it was a damn good cake.
September 23rd of 2009
Okay, so I get a text this morning (waking me up might I say) from my boyfriend, informing me that this weekend I'm going to meet his mother. What a wonderful way to start a day. For those that don't know me (aka, most of the world) I'm not a 'meet the mother' type of person. Since I didn't want to seem rude though, I said fine.
Now, I was left a with a problem. I have all kinds of lovely clothing, all of which I have no problem wearing around my boyfriend, but none of it is really what you'd wear to meet someones mother. I haven't had to meet someone's mother in over a year, you can see why my closet my be lacking just a little bit.
Lucky for me, I had a coupon for a store. Don't you just love coupons? They give you a reason to spend money when really, you have no reason to. I had my reason though, and I was empowered by that. So off I went to the magical world of spending money.
After an hour of so in the store, I slowly remembered why I didn't bother having 'family meeting' clothing. It's hard to buy something that says, "I'm constantly restraining myself from shagging your son in public, but I'm not a whore. I hope we can get along." That's almost impossible to get across. Most of the time it's either one or the other. Truthfully, if you can only have one, I'd pick getting along. Mothers aren't always happy about their son's sex life.
I'm happy to say though, that I found a lovely top that I believe is just edgy enough to barely hint at the sexy stuff, while still offering that friendship. I was very happy with this find. I hope I never have to meet someone's mother again for several years.
I can't wait to see my boyfriend though. We're both at different colleges, so it makes it hard to spend time together. I'm positively crazy about him though. It's not that raging, burning passion that I've had before. No, that burn out much too soon and you're left outside in your skivvies. What I've found with him is a sweetness that makes me smile and laugh. A slow learning of each other and an acceptance of our lives.
While the relationship is still new (if you haven't caught on to this, I request you return your attention to where I'm going to meet his mother this weekend. Please and thank you.) I'm looking forward to experiencing new thing with him. Life has been moving fast recently. It's my job to keep up the pace.
Now, I was left a with a problem. I have all kinds of lovely clothing, all of which I have no problem wearing around my boyfriend, but none of it is really what you'd wear to meet someones mother. I haven't had to meet someone's mother in over a year, you can see why my closet my be lacking just a little bit.
Lucky for me, I had a coupon for a store. Don't you just love coupons? They give you a reason to spend money when really, you have no reason to. I had my reason though, and I was empowered by that. So off I went to the magical world of spending money.
After an hour of so in the store, I slowly remembered why I didn't bother having 'family meeting' clothing. It's hard to buy something that says, "I'm constantly restraining myself from shagging your son in public, but I'm not a whore. I hope we can get along." That's almost impossible to get across. Most of the time it's either one or the other. Truthfully, if you can only have one, I'd pick getting along. Mothers aren't always happy about their son's sex life.
I'm happy to say though, that I found a lovely top that I believe is just edgy enough to barely hint at the sexy stuff, while still offering that friendship. I was very happy with this find. I hope I never have to meet someone's mother again for several years.
I can't wait to see my boyfriend though. We're both at different colleges, so it makes it hard to spend time together. I'm positively crazy about him though. It's not that raging, burning passion that I've had before. No, that burn out much too soon and you're left outside in your skivvies. What I've found with him is a sweetness that makes me smile and laugh. A slow learning of each other and an acceptance of our lives.
While the relationship is still new (if you haven't caught on to this, I request you return your attention to where I'm going to meet his mother this weekend. Please and thank you.) I'm looking forward to experiencing new thing with him. Life has been moving fast recently. It's my job to keep up the pace.
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