Thursday, January 28, 2010

Ins and Outs

Ins
-Stouffer's Flatbread Philly Cheese Steak melts
-Yoplait's strawberry flavored yogurt
-Lady Gaga's Bad Romance. How friggin' hot is she? Divine.
-Being responsible and paying my bills
-Fanfiction. Period. (Newest fixes? University of Edward Masen and Master of the Universe)
-P. Fach. coming to Atlanta Twicon. And the awesome anticipation of March 5-7
-My excited-ness (a word?) for the month of March - Twicon, Remember Me, Alice in Wonderland, The Runaways
-The return of the Vampire Diaries. Damon is hawtness.
-RPattz dreams
-As always, my blog. My love. My therapy. My happy place.

Outs
-Becoming a fat ass because of Stouffer's Flatbread Philly Cheese Steak melts
-Fucking BLACK EYED PEAS. "Boom Boom Pow" and "I Got A Feeling" should be used as a means of torture. Much more effective than physical violence.
-3rd shift at my job
-Car drama. I love you Scarlet. Why do you betray me? That check engine light is the bain of my existance.
-Not being able to shop because of my new found responsible-ness (again, a word?)
-Not being able to help my parents out more financially
-Not having time for anything but sleep and work

Peace out my lovelies!

Bitch fest number...oh, I've lost count

You ever know someone who talks constantly just to avoid what they consider "awkward silence"? Silence is not awkward to me. It is blissful, especially when faced with interacting with certain people. I like to stick with that old adage that some dead guy came up with. You know the whole "Better to be silent and thought an idiot than to open your mouth and prove them right." Or some such shit. Whatever. You get my drift.

Why do people feel the need to chat incessantly about themselves? What is it about people that makes them afraid to just sit and exist? Needless to say, I am currenty spending 8 hours a night with such a person. She prattles on about her inconsequential life ad nauseum. I politely nod, all the while resisting the urge to grab something sharp, anything sharp, and jab it repeatedly into my eye.

Rude, you say? Me? Never. It would be different if an actual conversation was occurring. But, no. I am talked AT. Whenever I try to add a footnote about myself, I am talked over. I find that unbearably rude and it only serves to make me care even less about what she has to say.

Now, mind you, I am working night shift, which is a very slow shift at my job. So there is VERY little to do. And  it is just her and myself sitting in a small room for 8 hours. And now that they have banned us from reading while on our shifts (which I have a sneaking suspicion was all her doing - that's a whole 'nother story), there really is shit else to do but listen to the radio. So I guess that's why she feels she must ramble.

And my mom (the saint-or sadist that she is) insists taht I should be kind. "Maybe she has no one else to talk to in her life," she conjectures.  I am BEYOND sick of being people's therapist. Maybe I like studying psychology in theory, but application is not to my taste. I always preferred learning about Freud's whacked out theories to his idea of client-centered therapy anyway. And I've gotten off track. Mainly because as I am writing thism she is repeatedly saying "I'm bored." and she proceeds to get up and run the vaccuum while I am clearly putting full concentration into something that isn't her. I guess what bothers me most is that I am ALWAYS respectful of other people. I respect the fact that she wants to prattle on about her life for the entire 8 hours. Why can't she respect that some days I want to sit here quietly and write a blog, or doodle, or just BE.

Oh, and just to be petty: Her fondness for country music causes my gag reflex to work double time. For reals. I'm dry heaving now just thinking about it.

And I leave you all with a request: Please pray that I don't have to work this shift next month. Or if you are an atheist, send me good vibes at least. Oh and if you ARE an atheist, check out this post. It might change your mind. If you have a libido.

Another RPattz dream

A few nights ago I had another Holy Grail of dreams. That's right Mr. Pattz made an appearance. And for once he was his fine self in my dream. Not some weird pre-pubescent, doesn't look anything like sex RPattz.

So I was at the Eclipse premiere with my fam and RPattz was walking into the theatre with me. He was all tall and lanky and scruffy (no mountain man beard, unfortunately). He had his arm firmly around my waist and he walked me to my seat, but he sat on the other side of the theatre. Bummer. After he leaves me, I run to my mom and squeal about Pattz putting his arm around me. She is happy for me.

Then, I sit down next to my brother and the movie starts. I even saw the whole opening credits in my dream. The Eclipse logo with an eclipsed moon behind it. It was pretty vivid. Even in my dream I knew it was too early for Eclipse to be out and I kept thinking "how am I seeing this?" Well the movie begins and my brother keeps saying "No. No. No. That's not how it happens in the book." Mind you, my brother has never read any of the Twilight books. I pinch him hard because he won't shut up. Well, this big bald guy sitting next to me is frustrated because Matt won't shut up, so he pinches me. Hard. Then he grabs me by my neck and is holding me down. I start yelling "Dad! Dad! Help! This guy is hurting me. I'm in the back row."

And then I woke up.

Weird, huh? RPattz merely made a cameo, but it was his best yet. I could still feel his arm around my waist when I woke up. le sigh.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

The best of 2009...really, really late

So, I suck. But, here it is:
My best of 2009:

1. Twilight (Although this obsession technically started in 2008, I have been obsessed for the entirety of 2009, so it counts. Hey - my blog, my rules.)

Hello, did anyone think this wouldn't be on my list? I'm gonna do this Sophia style: Picture it: November 2008, I see a commercial for this little vampire movie, and I think "That might be interesting to see." I visit my local theatre expecting mediocrity, and am completely blown away. Life changed. Period. I don't know what else to say about this that I haven't already said. This series has completely enriched my life and helped me rediscover my passion for reading after a HUGE hiatus while I was in college. Thank you Stephenie. You have no idea how much these books have meant and continue to mean to me.

2. My hunk of burning love, Mr. Robert Pattinson

Another thing to thank Stephenie for. And Catherine. I'm not sure I would have ever discovered this beautiful, endearing, intelligent, delicious, talented man without the brilliance of Stephenie and Catherine. Again, I won't get lengthy here because clearly I talk about him A LOT on this blog, so you all know why I love the man. His talent continually blows me away. He is so much more than Edward Cullen. I have discovered an amazing band I would probably have never given a chance if it weren't for him (you'll hear about them later in the list). I also discovered Tim Brantley at a concert for his amazing friend Bobby. I have gone to awesome concerts for the Brit pack. I have spent countless hours drooling. I have spent way too much time reading filthy fanfiction I probably wouldn't have read if he hadn't of piqued my interest by talking about us dirty girls in an interview. I love you Rob. Have my baby?

3. These beautiful boys:


Thud. I absolutely love these guys and I would never have given them a chance if not for Mr. Pattz. Of course I love Only By the Night, but my favorite album is Aha Shake Heartbreak. Four Kicks awakens my soul. And Milk? AMAZING. This band has consumed the last 3 months of my life. And only about 2 weeks ago did I discover what they looked like. Jesus.

4. This blog.
This is been one of the best things of my year. It is so cathardic here. I can be a total obsessive nut and it's cool. I have discovered that I am not psycho thanks to the lovely blogosphere. And I love my followers. Thank you all so much for reading my nonsense. It makes me feel like someone might actually care what I have to say. I love you all so much! Special thanks to Honolulu Girl, one of my first followers and a faithful commenter.

5. My new red hair!

Pure awesomeness. I have gotten so many compliments on this color that it makes me wonder how bad I looked as a blonde? Haha.

6. Living with the bestie


I have gotten to do so many awesome things living in Atlanta with Sarah. We have helped each other live a little fuller life. We are both kind of reserved and I think living together, we have forced each other to do things maybe we wouldn't have done otherwise. Awesome concerts, countless dinners, a few drunken nights (mostly me), amazing Halloween, tons of Twilight conversations/arguments, movie marathons, and fight and run (again, mostly me) matches. I love her. And I can't wait for March's Twilight/Rob madness! Thanks for sharing the madness with me!

7. New York

I have dreamed for so long of going here and I finally made it. And it really cemented in my mind that I can do anything that I dream of. I felt so empowered making this first big trip without having my parents help me along. It was so spontaneous and wonderful. There were a few bumps getting there, but I made it. And I got to go with Sarah, which made it all the more special. We will never forget this trip.

8. No Doubt/Paramore concert

Epic. I have loved No Doubt for 10 years and to finally hear the songs live that have meant so much to me was more than I could imagine. I will never forget hearing Gwen scream those epic words "Don't tell me cuz it hurts!"

9. Quentin Tarantino

I really developed a true appreciation for Q this year. His directing is pure WIN. I love all of his movies and can't talk enough about his genius. My favorites? Kill Bill: Volume 1/2, Inglourious Basterds, and of course, Pulp Fiction. If I could play one character from a movie, it would be Beatrix Kiddo. Most bad ass woman ever. And every Halloween I say I am going to dress up as Gogo Ubari. It never happens though. Maybe next year. His movies always surprise me and inspire me. Can't wait for what he has planned next.

I started this post sort of grumpily. Today hasn't been the best, but in writing it, I realize I have so much to be thankful for. If I was reading this post on someone else's blog, I'd be kinda envious. This year was kind of amazing for me. Here's to hoping 2010 will be as bad ass.

Love you all!
Peace.