Friday, March 20, 2009

the lull

Now that the panic and annoyance of all my midterms and essay (yeah just the one) is over, i can really focus on the real disaster in my life. My freaking room. God I hate it. I have a great closet and desk courtesy of my father but other than that its still a hell hole down here. I need only a few things and it will be perfect. 1. an area rug, its effing cold down here so i never use my desk. 2. a laundry bag, to hang from my door so i have more floor space in the entry of my room. 3. a freaking garbage can so i dont need to fill giant Sears bags. 4. Hooks for my wall so i can hang some stuff up. Four things that will make my life sweet.

Today I go to Ikea and fix my life.
Its gonna be good.

Monday, March 16, 2009

three.

i'll punch out the girl who says, "flat" after spending a summer in the UK.
he's the boy in the Hollister shirt with hand me down jeans.
girls who don't know they need to take out the dart stitch and never saw Goodfellas.
she laughed because he's an old family friend and you're just wearing the tee shirt.
he'll make you believe the other girls were just other.
guys who are smart but know every line to The Notebook.

i'll pay for my own drink but you can hold my hand at the scary parts of the movie.
i'll always be early. you'll have to catch up.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

hold my purse while i...

finish this drink and hit on your girlfriend.

It has come to my attention that I haven't gone out in a while. Its probably because I work on the days the normies go out. Maybe that's why I feel so pent up and anxious. So who wants to come out with me next saturday.. get a little crazy? oh or if it suits better... thursday really works :). I'm starting to sound desperate. Real desperation would be me going out on my own. Luckily I haven't made it there yet.

anyway I'm freaking tired and have an essay to write, so thats all I have for now.
Love you all.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

info.

So I just wanted to say that I have officially applied to Mohawk for Event Management. :) Bye-bye five grand. but i figured out that I'll be able to pay most of it off by September if I only use my paychecks. I'll save my tips for the fun stuff, like visiting Courtney again. love youuu.
Anyway that's all.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

two.

i cannot be yours if i'm barely mine.


bleach your teeth and hair.
be smart but not intimidating.
they dont like that.


"youre funny," they'll say
"i'm honest," she'll blush


it was before she knew what to say.
before she did it all right.
it was real then.
silly and awkward.
harsh and hard.
but it was hers.
and he liked her anyway.


but i'd love to.

procrastinating is like masturbating...

because its satisfying (for a while) but it still feels like you could be doing something better.

I just thought that because i haven't posted in a while, this one should start with some dirtiness. You've earned it. And I'm mas..procrastinating right now. :P

So in response to the whole two people that have told me to post something new... I am. (see Robin, I care about your boredom needs:))
*deep breath*
I'm really tired. lol. Not only have I not been on a very healthy sleep cycle, I've been completely stressing myself out. For no real reason. I have work, and I like seeing people and doing things. That's fine. I have my classes, which are a joke. I literally have to pass and thats it. I have an 80% average. Why am I freaking myself out? I have my plans for next year, and at this rate the money won't be a huge problem. And yet... here I sit, with a headache from grinding my teeth. Whatever. lol. I probably just need a good headclearing (courtney;)), a bath, and maybe stop drinking coffee. I don't think its helping with the jitteryness. But now that I've turned you on and then depressed you... let's continue. lol.

I'm starting to love running. Its like walking, only really fast. I walk everywhere. I have the experience. Why didn't I think of this before? Actually I think I just like the routine I have myself in. And that I get an ab work out too. Who knew? But my point is that I like it. I just need to start on my arms again. I can't go too crazy or I'll Hulk out (the green one not the one with the slutty daughter) and that's not really sexy. Well.. a little definition is pretty hot on girls, but when it looks like you could snap a 2x4, its time to slow it down. But then again that's just my opinion. Rock that out if you wanna.

I know I've said this before, possibly on this blog but I am getting seriously bored with the selection of literature out there. I think I need to extend past the classics and the new "shock" material. I loved The Gunseller so I might get into more of the spy/mystery/noir type novel. I'm a huge fan of heist films so it would settle that side of me well. Any suggestions? Anyway this brings me to another point (I love it when that happens[eww I just sneezed, I really dislike it, its right up there with needing to pee]) There needs to be more modern noir films being made. They are amazing. The only two I can think of at this very second are; Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang and Wild Things. I adore both. So original and funny, dark and sexy, and just killer plot and dialogue. One Night at McCools tried to be noirish but it fell flat. The ending was still pretty funny. Not that good, but funny. Once again I am way up for suggestions. Oh just came to mind... Lucky Number Slevin. I think it can be argued that it is almost new noir.

At this point I will do one of my quasi-reviews of Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang.
*another deep breath*
First of all, Robert Downey Jr.... that's all. He's great in this. Seriously. He plays Harry, an almost oafish, kinda awkward, loser, who gets whisked out of a bad situation into a worse one. :) The dialogue is sharp, and witty. The plot is perfect and sad. Its the dreamgirl; we all have that one who we never said anything to/about but was just there and was perfect, "it looked like her becuase it fucking was her." Yeah he swears alot and its great, "fuck, can I say fuck some more?" and "and to all our good friends in the midwest, sorry we said fuck so much." Oh and how can I forget Gay Parry, yeah he's a detective. They call him Gay Parry... because he's gay. "no I'm knee deep in pussy I just liked the name so much I kept it." Makes sense. Everything he says comes out in one breath, so he gets the best long sharp lines.

Okay so there you go my good friends, I did my best with what little brain power I could muster. Just so you know the word 'muster' took up the rest of it, so now I shall retire to bed.. well to sleep, I'm already on my bed. Its like a desk but warm and with pillows.

Good night.

Ps. I love you Courtney! Have a good flight.
pps.There you go... happy? you would fire this? thats right you would. lol.
ppps. a man's gotta do what a man's gotta.... oh god thats enough. bed.