I feel in another multiverse, I was probably either a really good detective or a journalist, trying to bring justice to some sort of injustice. Well, I’m also extremely clumsy and I’m not made for gun chases– which is what happens in all journlism movies. Also, there’s always a scene with a multi-layer car garage. What is that about? Car garages sure do get a lot more action than the hundreds of car garages I have waded through. You’d think I’d see a shoot out or a deep throat type of interaction (i’m talking fbi mode) by now because the occurrence in movies is super high.
But, I digress. Time will tell who are next round of journalists are going to be. I think Lisa Ling will be one of ’em, if she’s not already.
And I swear, I’m not going through lady times. I think the distance betwixt myself and my boyfriend is starting to bother me. The last time I saw him was August 19th. We went to a wedding in Napa (so awesome) and then he flew away.
Reasons why I’m losing my edge (edginess. Yes, I do think I have some ‘edge’. Not to the point I can call myself “The Edge” but enough edginess to nick you while you’re shaving).
I watched Titanic
I watched Titanic and totally bawled even before Jack died because I knew he was going to die.
Did I mention I never cried the first time I saw Titanic (this would be my second viewing. I always though it was too long to ever watch again)
I watched Love Actually
I felt really bad for Laura Linney’s character. Paulo was hot! (And never realized it was Paulo from Lost till this second viewing)
I was obsessed with finding out if Alan Rickman’s character actually physically cheated on Emma Thompson’s character and read 123 posts about it on imdb
I was rocking out to “You are the woman that I’ve always dreamed of” by Firefall today
I was tempted to watch Titanic for a third time today. I opted for watching The Adjustment Bureau instead
I started crying to Sia’s song “Breathe” because it reminded of the Six Feet Under finale that I saw in 2006. That was SIX YEARS AGO.
I can’t wait for my next turn on Words With Friends even though I have like 15 games going on
I’ve watched 4 movies in the theaters in the past month. One day, I saw two movies back to back. (Well, this might give me some edge back. Watching movies solo is somewhat edgy)
I shaved my legs. But I’m Asian/Pacific Islander and really have no hair on my legs but used it as an excuse to take a bath and pass the time for an hour
I haven’t watched television for 2 weeks
I ate salmon today. What a boring meal.
I haven’t had wine in like, a month
Ok. Reasons that I am still somewhat edge and cancels out my non-edginess
Watched Looper by myself and bought a popcorn to eat by myself
Watched The Master by myself and DID NOT join Scientology although if I had an hour more of Phillip Seymour Hoffman, I may have joined the cult
Watched End of Watch and cried silently so nobody would know
Well, I guess you know now, I just told you
I ran a half marathon on Labor Day even though I only trained 3 days for it
I limped all through Disneyland the day after my race because I didn’t want to waste my 80 dollar ticket
I was TEMPTED to get a wheelchair at Disneyland but DIDN’T
I purchased a 50 lb plasma tv and set that bitch up myself (using a furniture dolly to get it from my car to the apartment)
Traveled across the country in 3 days with 2 dogs and a tall boyfriend
I can wax without crying now (you think these eyebrows are naturally this way? think again)
I haven’t ironed my shirts in 2 weeks
I’ve done 2 half marathons and 1 triathalon in this YEAR alone
I’m reading The Book of Basketball by Bill Simmons. EDGY!
I listen to Overtime with Bill Maher podcasts. Podcasts are EDGY!
I ate at Animal and had braised rabbit legs, chicken liver toast and pig ear
I was sitting next to Aziz Ansari and Eric from Eric and something show, great job. (Wait, I think that makes me non-edge. Anything doing with celebrities makes me lame)
I accidentally walked into the lot where they were shooting Arrested Development
Came in 4th place out of 40 at California Trivia Night (this shows how much easier trivia night is easier on the west coat than the east coast)
I posted a picture comparing myself to a rhino trying to be a unicorn
I went to a comedy club by myself to watch a friend, and actually ran into ANOTHER friend from college
Ok. Although my edge list seems to outdo my non-edgy list, I think each thing on my edge list is like 1 point whereas each thing on my non-edgy list mentioning CRYING, BAWLING or TITANIC is worth 10 points.
Damn. Hurry up boyfriend and get to California. I’m starting to become a lame-ass girlfriend who may become needy. NOOOOOOO!!!!!! I mean, I’m starting to watch sad movies with romance in it. I’m like two steps away from watching something with Kate Hudson in it.
Hello everyone…all 3 of you. I’ve actually had this blog for awhile but didn’t post anything because I just couldn’t think of clever name for it nor a particular topic that would be the focus of this blog. So I just sat on it until something excellent came up. Then I thought, well, that’s why I have yet to make a movie. I haven’t thought of anything clever or good enough to shoot, so the thought of wanting to do it sits in my mind. If I’m going to go at the same rate of writing this blog at the same rate of making my movie, this blog would be blank for decades. So let’s start small. Let’s start with one damned entry and take it from there. Since I can’t think of a particular theme (weight loss, foodie, my doggies, etc) to keep people coming back, here’s a list of things that I will PROBABLY write about (in no particular order): Movies, Doggies (particularly MY doggies…wherein my boyfriend calls them “doggers”). Oh, my boyfriend. Things I hate. People I hate (or really really dislike). Things that annoy me. Eating. Traveling. Training for either a triathalon or a half marathon. MAYBE politics and/or religion (don’t want the crazies coming here). Lists.
To break it down: Movies: I have a degree in film and television. Although this does not necessarily make me an expert, it makes me a person obsessed with the format. I believe that the more movies or television (or media for that matter) you see, the more of a good taste barometer you may have. I know plenty of people who know what a “good film” is but still love “bad movies” (hello boyfriend). I also know of people who have only seen romantic comedies and action movies and hence, anything not following that formula must ‘be bad’. Long story short, I almost always have an opinion of such matters and like to advertise that my opinion is better than yours and will think you are also a genius if you agree with my opinion and an idiot if you don’t agree with my opinion. If you change my opinion, then you must have magical powers and I may expose your magical powers to….the magical power league. I don’t know what the magical power league would do other than play Dungeons and Dragons and/or Cthulu. People who play Dungeons and Dragons and/or Cthulu are biased anyway and hence, my opinion will remain unchanged. In the end, I’m just right. Brava to me.
Doggies: I love corgis but I’m not picky. I love both the cardis and the pembrokes but I just happen to have pembrokes because those were the ones at the rescue (What up to Friends of Homeless Animals and Tri State Corgi Rescue! whut whut). Oh, and I love labradors, some terriers, retrievers and mutts. As a new pet parent, I’m finding it to be a lot more work than I anticipated and will probably communicate as such.
My boyfriend: He’s really tall. Like really tall. Probably why I like corgis…because I feel like a corgi standing next to him ( I shed a lot, am stubby and short). Also, he’s always finding himself in sticky situations which is fun to document.
Things I hate: Because who doesn’t like a good vent every now and then? Current thing I hate? Allergies. I KILL YOU ALLERGIES!
People I hate (or really really dislike): Because who doesn’t like a good vent every now and then? Current thing I dislike? Whippersnappers. (To be documented in a later entry)
Things that annoy me: Right now, people who think television and intelligence are mutually exclusive. Just because I watch Fringe doesn’t mean I don’t read books either. That sentence doesn’t even make sense nor does that logic! It’s double negatives everywhere! AHHHHHHHH.
Eating: I’m considered a “foodie” amongst many of my friends. But, I just like good food and will experiment to find it. Also, I’m a cheater with eating as in, I have friends who ARE genuine foodies and typically pass off the information as if I was the actual person to have found the place. But alas, most places I discover and give my stamp of approval are either recommended to me by a friend, yelp or a blog. And no, I gave up on trying stuff that Food Network recommends. Sorry Food Network.
Traveling: One of the biggest reasons I will never have children but also one of the most important things that I think people should do: travel. We are more than our own culture.
Training for either a triathalon or a half marathon: So I’m currently in training for a half marathon. I start training for a triathalon in about a month. I am terrified, I am fat and I am probably going to be the slowest one. So watch out for entries about my fat triathalon training. Yay.
MAYBE politics and/or religion (don’t want the crazies coming here): I will always listen to every side but sometimes one side just sounds crazy and I have a hard time paying attention.
Lists: Because lists are awesome. And also because I’m too lazy to think of anything clever (like a theme for this blog, a title for this blog or a movie). Speaking of which, if you have a snazzy theme or title, let me know in the comments. Or you can silently stalk me. Whichever. The End.
I just had thought. I suppose I’ve grown up a little bit. I was thinking about the past today and how the last guy I “was with” taught me about another fact of life you always hear about but never really learn till it actually happens. Also, the irony of it all is that, when we first “got together” (whatever that means) he told me one of the essential things in life is to have your heart broken and I was like “damn, that sucks”..who would’ve thought that task would be appointed to him (he is a ring bearer. Okay, I am terrible. I love that movie!!) but the person to tell me about it would be the person to teach me about it.
So what does it mean?
As far as I know, it just made me go through the process of learning to be by myself again and how it feels so good to be alone. I remember who I used to be, I didn’t have to answer to anyone, I could do as I like, and I could spend all my money on myself (not really though) but on the flip side, it is cool to have somebody who will be there for you, who will support you, to be that emotional support system and I suppose (even though it is obvious) being too much one side of the spectrum is not healthy and the best way is to have a happy medium. Not like SUPER independent that I’m like “Fuck, I need NOONE!” and super clingy where “I am not anyone without that person.” I’m sure this is an obvious lesson but I think you have to live it for it to really absorb in your system and to believe it.
So I suppose I’m at that point where I’ve accepted that he does not need me in his life anymore but just to be a part of it was pretty cool. and if I never talk to him again, I least I’ve had the experience to know that I have the capacity to care that deeply for someone and I am not an empty person.
BUT it doesn’t mean that if he were to have a girlfriend tomorrow, I’d be WHOO-HOO! I’d be like, damn. but as of now, thinking of the times I had with him doesn’t hurt and that is a good place to be at.
Anyway, I found out from our aforementioned telephone conversation that “oops” he reads this online journal. That is sharon’s profound life thought for the week.
In other news
I am still, for the record, in love with Lord of the Rings and after watching those documentaries, MY GOD, I would go out with those hobbits. THEY ARE SEXY!!! Orlando Bloom (aka legolas) is hella sexy with the wig. As my friend alfred would say, “I guess you have a wig fetish” only with that guy for some bizarre reason.
btw, HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALFRED!! He is now the big 24
Anyway, I’ve been on the computer way too long. my eyes are about to explode. that is what happens when you conversate with people on a saturday night (especially on the west coast and they have insomnia) hee hee hee.
Christopher Cross kicks major ass (yeah, he did that song about the moon and new york city)
p.p.p.s I ABSOLUTELY LOVE christmas songs. Unfortunately, I absolutely love the city in this season and I’m stuck in california with 70 degree weather, where there are no seasons. I want to see orange, red, and yellow trees. I GUESS these palm trees will have to do. and sniff, no snow.
but I guess I’ll get presents this year yo. (I haven’t gotten presents because I’ve spent it alone..sigh)
Top Five Christmas Songs
Silver Bells
My Favorite Things (Ok, this is TECHNICALLY not a christmas song but it’s prevalence during the season counts as on in my book)
Anything in the Nutcracker Suite
Little Drummer Boy (Especially the Jars of Clay version)
Sleigh Ride (giddy up, giddy up, giddy up let’s go…let’s play in the snow.) that’s a catchy ass song.
I just get so jolly around this time (other than the non-boyfriend status but then again, I’ve never had one around this time, so it’s doesn’t matter too much, actually)
Those are lyrics from a song I’m listening to right now.
Rant of the day: New York vs. San Diego mentality
It seems that I have to walk on eggshells nowadays. Dude, people here can’t take you telling you their shit straight. I mean, that’s how high school drama starts (or middle school). “Oh, don’t tell this person that person that I think they’re like this and such” …of course I used to be like that but in New York, talk about new found freedom! People tell you what they think straight up. I enjoy the honesty and I languish in the vulgarity and the bluntness of it all. I miss my blunt nyc friends. It was cool to talk about sex, people, social ethics, movies, and films….and everyone had their opinion and everyone respected everyone’s opinion. I don’t think it ever got to a point where it was like, “Well…then…YOU SUCK!” I miss that intellectual stimulation.
I’m not saying people are NOT intellectual stimulating in San Diego, it’s just a lot rarer and there’s a lot of emotions and egos involved in the matter and I guess I should be a little more sensitive to people’s living situations and such, but I really don’t care. I want people to open their mind and be able to think “hey, you know what, I’m not forced to be this way. I can change, I can be this. I don’t have to live up to anybody’s expectations other than my own” but of course they’re friends who want you to be a certain way, parents who want you to be a certain way, and co-workers who want you to be a certain way. To be able to speak your mind without people disrespecting you is the way to go (yo).
10 things that have changed about me. (Format: before and after)
Before: I used to care what people thought about me After: Who gives a shit what they think
Before: I used to say “yes” to whenever my friends wanted to go out even though I didn’t want to go out or was too tired After: Dude, I’m too tired. Have fun without me
Before: I used to be afraid of being left out After: Spending time with yourself gives you more self confidence about who you are and how you can have fun on your own terms. You only feel left out if people adamantly try to make you feel left out. You are better off without those people anyway
Before: I used to want to lose weight to make guys want me more After: I’ll lose weight on my own terms. Anyway, I haven’t been having problems lately AND who wants to be with a guy who just wants you cause you have a hot body?
Before: I used to be afraid to flirt with guys After: I’m not meeting the right guys, might as well have fun with the wrong ones man!
Before: I used to be afraid to call my friends too much After: If they are really your friends, they really don’t mind.
Before: I used to put up with people and their boring shit and these people who wouldn’t put up with my boring shit. After: I have caller ID (hee hee). And my shit is interesting now (or so I think)
Before: I think I’m a rocking chick…what is wrong with me? Why won’t anyone get with me? After: I am a rocking chick. What’s wrong with THEM? Their loss.
Before: I used to fear arrogant and cocky people and be intimidated After: I pity arrogant and cocky people. Obviously they’re overcompensating for some sort of void and are hiding it sorely
Before: I used to be ashamed to cry After: It’s okay, as long you’re lying in a fetal position in a corner (heh heh heh)
INTERESTING STUFF:
My friend John tried to read my online journal and look what happened:
Reason: DDR score = 150. This page will not be displayed because it contains prohibited words or it has exceeded its tolerance of questionable words.
WEIRD. I guess BIG BROTHER.
Awesome comment I got today:
Your just a rockin chick cuz u like to put it all right in everyone’s face. I think that alone puts you in the rockin category.
Rock on rocker.
NIICE (go ego! go ego!!)
what else: I STILL GET CARDED FOR BUYING CIGARETTES!! What the hell?
FILM: *Star Wars 2 (digital vs. non digital) : DEFINITELY DIGITAL *Dog Town and Z-boys: so THAT’S what zephyr means! (I thought Stacy Peralta was a girl…oops. I guess I was wrong) *Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom: Damn that’s a good movie. That heart scene still gives me the queasies (whatever queasies are)
Top 3 colors
sky blue
navy blue
pacific ocean blue (yeah baby!)
Top 5 reasons you should be in a committed relationship:
sex
somebody to make out with you on national holidays (i always wanted to make out on the 4th of July…awww…fireworks)
you can put that tongue ring to use (finally!)
if you want to try something new, you usually have a partner to try it with (it’s more fun that way)
you can probably kick ass on taboo if you’re competing against single people (this is just an assumption)
Top 5 reasons you SHOULDN’T be in a committed relationship:
you don’t have to be anybody’s mommy
you don’t have to answer to ANYBODY!
free dinners from different people
all the money you earn is for you yo (lower cell phone bills yo!)
as mary j. blige would say “no mo drama”
my finger dexterity is wearing thin (I have no energy level whatsoever)
Top Ten Guys to Fantasize About When Nothing Else is Going On
Orlando Bloom aka Legolas from LOTR …but only with the blonde wig. Bow and arrows are a bonified plus.
Tobey Maguire a la Spiderman buff (I’m so damn jealous of Kirsten Dunst)
Rivers Cuomo… lead singer of Weezer…and my heart
Graham Coxon… bass guitarist of Blur.. he can pluck me anyday
Kevin McDonald…He is just too damn funny
Ben Folds…not the sexiest but imagine what his fingers can do
Jesse Bradford…that guy from BRING IT ON. Yeah, baby BRING IT ON (p.s. Anyone who composes you a song and kisses you a swing is hot stuff)
Brad Pitt…obligatory entry
Tim Robbins… so he has kids…and a live in girlfriend/person (Susan Sarandon)…this is a FANTASY list
Matthew Perry…you can be my “friend” anyday. Zingers are sexy as hell (and when he wears the glasses. MEOW!)
Anyway, this is my feeble attempt in trying to be light-hearted about my stay-at-home misery. Is it working?
Fantasy of the Day: I wake up in my own apartment, decorated with Ikea furniture. Dark blue and Black (for now). I go into my sweet smelling bathroom. It smells like daisies. As I brush my teeth, my suitor of the moment, yawns in the other room (MY bedroom) and says “What can I cook for you for breakfast before I go to my successful job this morning?” and I’ll say (with my beautiful tousled hair. Split ends? NEVER) “You know the usual. French toast with strawberry syrup on top. Two eggs. One scrambled and one over hard. Orange juice, freshly squeezed from my orchard outside and Water” and he will say “Of course….” and he gets into the kitchen. I take my shower and oops! lo and behold he decides to join me :). heh heh heh (this is funny). He leaves early to make sure my breakfast is done on the table. I go into the dining room (or the eating room I guess) and he’s naked except in an apron that says something dirty on the front. Of COURSE his muscles are glistening from the shower escapade we had. I eat my breakfast and he goes and changes in his power suit for work. He comes back with flowers freshly picked from a garden across the street (that rebel!!) and tells me that he will love me forever and ever and goddamn I’m the sexiest woman on Earth and needs to have me right there and right then.
I head off to work in my car, knowingly using my stick shift car with ease. I get into my office as my secretary answers the phone “Sharon Mayo’s Production Office”. Of course, it’s Edward Norton trying to see what my latest project is and how he can be involved. I stay in the office for an hour since I have to fly to Europe of the Cannes Film Festival to accept the top honor for the third movie (written and directed by me of course) I have finished. I live the life, I dine the food, I mingle with the creative geniuses. Later that night, I’ll be in a multiple star hotel and while I soak up the sunset, I am surprised by my boyfriend-husband-love machine with a song he has composed for me and wants to perform (he is a talented, guitar playing, songwriting singing machine..but he’s the top dog in a advertising firm or something of that nature) He wants to have kids. I blushingly am shocked and throw him on the floor to start the procreation.
And that would be my perfect day. Oh, I forgot to add the walking hand in hand by the beach and a random white horse running in the background. But that can happen tomorrow.
Did I mention that i was rich, famous, and critically acclaimed?
whatever. beats the fucking staying in the house for 8 million hours with no car life.
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