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Seriously, those two guys didn’t know what was going on? Yeah, right.

Posted on by Minimal.Effort
Douchebag

A few weeks ago, Charles Ramsay (most refreshing interview ever) found little girls trapped and held captive by Ariel Castro.  What I don’t get from this story is that Ariel Castro was living with two guys (his brothers I believe) and the two guys claim they never knew what was going on in the TEN FREAKING YEARS Ariel Castro was doing this.

Seriously?

I have only lived with my boyfriend for about 5 years and that dude cannot hide shit from me, let alone try to hide PEOPLE from me.  My boyfriend tried to hide cookies from me (he was trying to go on a diet and he hid in a high cabinet, somewhere that I don’t go very often because I’m short and/or need a ladder to reach said cookies) and it didn’t work. You know why? Because he had crumbs all over the place. Granted, he’s not a criminal by any means but if he’s having a hard time hiding COOKIES, imagine trying to hide a person. Not even a person, THREE WOMEN! One of whom had a miscarriage.

What. THE. EFF.

I call bullshit on those two guys who claim ‘they never knew what was going on.’ Perhaps if it was in another house, MAYBE, I might believe in their claims but in the same HOUSE? Yeah, right.  They guys are just as guilty as Castro. Even if they didn’t do any abuse to their girls, their knowledge of their existence in the house means they are approving of Castro’s behavior.  I hope they get the crap they deserve.

What do you think?

On a different note, I love this song and this music video. Although when it went to black at the end of the music, I was like “is that the end?” Very Soprano-like of them.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ktvTqknDobU



The End.

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succumb to the cell phone

Posted on by Minimal.Effort

I think I might have to succumb to having a cell phone. This blows.

I got five or six phone calls on Saturday when I went out to the North County mall. Of course, when I return to my abode and return all the phone calls, nobody was home. Damnit! I bet there was a party or an outing to be had and I missed out because I was not home to make preparations. So I ended up watching “Love and Basketball”, a sundance film that was made by a female director. A romantic love story between to ballplayers…awww.

On a different note, what is up with guys and when they break up with you, it’s like NOTHING to them? I mean, did you mean absolutely ANYTHING? Any feelings of loss? Thus far, the answer is NO. I suppose I only complain because don’t tell me that you care or I am important but all you really want is sex. I’m cool with that, just be upfront about it and tell me what you want but don’t give me bullshit if all you want is me in bed. That’s all.

I suppose I give the aforementioned rant because one of my girlfriends just went through something like that and it made me think of past circumstances that were very similar. bastards.

Okay, off to another uneventful week. yee=ha.

p.s. what’s up with everyone going to Vegas? and what’s up that I have not been invited (bastards, again). I kid of course.

Posted in Creative Effort, Nonsensical, San Diego, Topical

Retaliatory piece for Wilbur

Posted on by Minimal.Effort

Sheesh.

In my weekly/bi-weekly correspondence with the above mentioned individual, he has blatantly pointed out (with subtle sarcasm) that the writer of this journal is getting quite lazy with utilizing her potential ability to succumb to her well-versed academia with the English language and the like. Therefore, this journal entry my relatiatory piece (since I am a retalitatory type of person) to bring peace with WILBUR. (he has also complained that I have dubbed him with the objective pronoun “childhood friend” in previous entries and he would like the dignity and honor of having a name. However, he has requested for the moniker of Bin Laden to give him some sort of clout in the matter but I fear that the CIA may arrest me for custody for such trivial and seemingly facetious matters)

Dear reader, as you may recall, my inability to write more frequently has proven myself to commited the sin of sloth and thereby this opus will be quite lenghty and have the high probabilty of being pure drivel whereby something of this caliber might of be something of interest to the disinterested reader who is sicken or grieved since I have succumbed to such mundane language and filler. Hence, I present to you, the most interesting misadventures of yours truly to date. Is your curiousity piqued?

First misadventure (please be aware, this will probably written out of order):
Wilbur and I were to attend a club dubbed “The Comedy Store” with my fellow friends soon to be mutual compadres with Wilbur (should I be obliged to put Wilbur in capitals so he may feel even more special than the usual person in an entry? My humor may not be appreciated. Alas, I digress) i.e. Tyler, Kathleen, Aldryn (fellow co-employee with Wilbur) Kay aka Kristina, and Don. However, I noted that I had just recently underwent a folicle changing process which was quite lengthy in time thereby backlogging my day by an hour. You see, our general plan was for me to pick up Wilbur in Imperial Beach (his place of residence) “grab” a quick “bite” to “eat” (I think the agreed carcass was a chicken between two slices of bread. In the common tongue, it is defined as a sandwich a la chicken/chicken sandwich). I especially was succumbing to hunger since I have not consumed anything of worth since the noontime. When I went to pick up Wilbur (i mean, WILBUR) I found to my dismay that the clock warned it was 7:00 p.m. and I had to be at Tyler’s abode by 7:30 p.m. Please be advised that I had to transport ourselves from Imperial Beach (near the border for those who are directionally miseducated) to La Jolla..in half an hour. The consumption of carcass was dismissed as I broke several moving violations in the honor of my obsession with punctuality.

I made it to Tyler’s at 7:31 p.m. which made me quite please. We enter the Comedy Store and in order to develop some sort of comaderie with my peers, I ordered a drink. Please note that the narrator of this story had no intentions of being inebriated since appointed the designated driver. Kathleen, seeing that my drunken behavior is waning, in throes of celebration of having a part time job, and perhaps the misled into believing I could “hold my own” ordered a Long Island Iced Tea to continue the inebriated mentality.

Quite drunk and feeling feisty, I slurred several words and steps into the line at Moondoggies. Thinking I was able to consume food and/or alcohol, I unwittingly accepted a nicotine stick from WILBUR. A slim stick which appeared to be European. However, slim sticks does not guarantee slim/lack of nicotine. Quite the opposite, I belive. This effect only intensified the alcohol’s power and I have the overwhelming urge to have my food regurgitated.

HOWEVER, I HAVE NOT CONSUMED FOOD SINCE NOON. We deftly left Moondoggies and headed toward its neighbor, (neighbour in british) Hard Rock Cafe. I vaguely remember stumbling into the entrance and the protector at its gates questioning my ability to communicate. I passed the test and WILBUR, bless his heart, led this drunkard to the water closet.

20 minutes later of dry heaving, WILBUR was patiently waiting at the door of the ladies room with a look of concern. I opined that I was going to live and we headed off to the booths were the rest of the party was socializing. Unfortunately, the lack of food also intensified the absorption of alcohol in my system and I begrudgingly (but rapidly) made several trips (I believe it was around 15-25 trips) to the my favorite stall and toilet to vomit NOTHING. Of course, I became the brunt of the jokes for my weak stomach (Remember, dear reader, I only had TWO drinks. a heinken and a long island iced tea) Aldryn kept voicing his opinion that I should “represent for the east coast/NYU” and continued to place drinks in front of my tired espophagus. My glasses had fallen and Wilbur had apparenlty bought yours truly a drink or two but I was consummating a relationship with a toilet 90% of the time. Being the good friend that he is, he parched his own thirst with my supposed drinks.

Fortunately, since my system was literally sparse with ANYTHING, I was able to drive WILBUR and I home with the pleasant company of Red Hot Chili Peppers in my c.d. player.

That is just one of the many misadventures (and adventures) that this pseudo writer has experienced. There is a hiking trip, a Halo experience, and many eating experiences to be transcribed but alas, it will have to wait for another time I should diary such things.

Additionally, I took the unfortunate risk of taking a class with a fellow female exerciser. We decided to take a class named “Fat Burner Extreme.” Needless to say, I was petrified of such a class that would indicate it was 2 hours long. However, we decided to bury our fear and went to the saturday morning class.

8,000 lunges later, my thighs were shaking and Cyndy’s back was screaming for mercy. The instructor was impressed with our beginnings and opined that we could sit and stretch while the remainder of the small class finished 8,000 more lunges. I was quite surprised that I did not have muscles bulging out of my arms and my stomach was firm from the 900 ab exercises. Ironically, we walked of the class streesed and somewhat relieved to we survived. To celebrate, we took a drag of some Marlboro Lights. For fear we may be caught by the health instructor, we took our vices into the cyndy’s truck.

24 hours later, my body had efficiently burned a bazillion calories and watched 18 episodes of Sex and the City. Unfortunatley, this fat burning machine was also in the throes of PAIN. They screamed for mercy and asked their owner why everything past the neck had been pulled, stressed, and manipulated in an unusual way. To punish their owner, my body refused to move with ease and thus, I became a sore cripple. Utilizing the bathroom was a scream and a half and going up the stairs…Eeks! Cyndy called me the next morning (this morning) to express her likewise experience and noted that she would remain in bed until her muscles were well-taken to movement.

I, on the other hand, decided to defy the soreness (no pain, no gain..etcetera) and run some errands with a girlfriend, (wallaine) and eat many delcious treats. Moaning and groaning with pain when entering and exiting her car was quite entertaining for her.

I don’t fucking care anymore though, I’m going back to that damn fat burner extreme class next week to prove myself (lack of self control on the profanity)

All right. It is past midnight. I must succumb to my circadian clock and it’s partner, the hypothalamus and put this aching body to rest. Put on the dvd and set the timer on the television. This mind refuses to rest unless blocked out with the ordinary background noise.

Good night dear readers.

Posted in San Diego, Topical

egocentric

Posted on by Minimal.Effort

You know what I wish they had in drug form?

The feeling of a great conversation with a close friend.

I’ve actually had three really great conversations in the past 24 hours.

Last night, one of my closest girlfriends, Kathleen, called me last night to ask about my work-in-progress script and we ended up talking for several hours about life, love, and people. It was an awesome conversation.

Today at I had lunch with one of my best friends, Tyler. I remember when we were contemplating about being roommates one time and my friend Karen was saying “Oh, you guys would NEVER leave the house because you would be talking all night”…this is probably true. I was half an hour late from my lunch break because Tyler and I were talking in the parking lot for a long time. Tyler is awesome for tons of reason but I think the two reasons I really admire him is because 1. he’s probably one of the very very few people who has his head and life together. He’s probably the most mature guy I know and 2. he’s intellectually stimulating. He constantly gives my intelligence a run for the money. On the flipside, though, we can joke about the stupidest things.. I think a person who can relate to you on both of those levels is a friend you need to keep for the rest of your life.

The last awesome conversation I had just a couple of hours ago with my friend Stacey. We went for dinner at a Thai place in Hillcest and we just couldn’t stop talking. We have SO much in common its scary.

One of the conversations we had (which I will elaborate here) was about a short conversation I had with an individual who was telling me who my faults were. Simply, because she has the same faults.

That was a…let’s say…interesting conversation. He was critiquing things about me that I actually like about myself but he put it in a negative tone. He was telling me the reasons why I can’t maintain a relationship. What he said was true but I like those characteristics about me and since he thought they were negative aspects…I don’t know how I think of him as a friend per se.

First of all, he said one of the reasons I have trouble dating is because I’m a guarded yet open person. I absolutely agree with him. I remember in high school, I was pretty much friends with everyone and was very open and very social. Unfortunately, people tend to take advantage of a person like that and I did not like that and so I stopped. Now I’m perceived (and this is true) a person who doesn’t make friends to fast or easily which explains my “guarded yet open” nature. Now, I don’t have trouble divulging information about myself but I’m not one to volunteer information. If somebody has a true interest about who I am as a person, I feel they would ask questions about myself and attempt to open me up. Once you open me up and gained my trust, you have it forever. Granted, it’s not necessarily the easiest thing to do but it’s something, I believe, if you care about me, something you would invest time in. So many times, I believe, people tend to want your company just to have you to be there and fill the space for the sake of filling the space, just for the sake of having your company. A lot of times, what I’ve observed, a person is not really listening to you.. they are waiting for you to finish until they can talk again. Further, I’ve noticed that they don’t notice when you’ve started a story or finished it and I’m thinking, he just looks interested and he sounds interested but he just likes the fact that someone is there for him to look and sound interested. Does that make sense? Most of the time, I like to sit and ask questions about a person to understand his or her nature. MOST of the time, the person just thinks I’m asking questions for the sake of asking questions but in actuality, I’m fascinated with human nature and behavior and I feel I know a person from what he’s saying versus what his body language and actions really reveal.

This individual also said I’m constantly asking questions and why do I ask this? and why do I ask that? Why am I constantly question? He made it sound like it was an annoying trait of mine. I actually like that quality about myself. I remember reading a book and the character was constantly questioning things. I believe that you shouldn’t take what society or what people give you. Question authority. Question their actions. Question their motives. It really gives insight to who a person is. And truly, if I’m constantly asking you questions I’m observing two things: it is because I am truly fascinated and/or studying behavior that may seem contradictory to your actions or I am truly interested in you as a person, as a soul, as an active energy in the universe. (That sounds new-age) but it’s true. The other thing I notice is whilst I’m asking all these questions, do they know that I am diverting their attention from THEM asking questions about me? A lot of the times, they don’t and that reveals to me that they aren’t really interested in ME as a person because they are not reciprocating with their own questions about who I am as a person. It shows me that they’re not really interested in knowing what makes me tick or it shows that they think they know enough and they don’t want to delve into any more than what is presented to them and a lot of times, if you just ask, I will tell you everything and anything you want to know. Some people don’t bother with that journey.

Well, when the person who told me that I was constantly questioning things and gave an inclination that it was annoying, it showed me that he really didn’t appreciate who I am as a person and that’s fine. It just gave me revelation that a person who I want to be involved in my life (friendship, dating or otherwise) would appreciate my inquisitive nature and actually encourage it. My bestest friends now are just as inquisitive as I am and welcome my challenges. Kathleen (kay) when were alone together, constantly questions my actions and my thoughts and why I would think that way and I LOVE IT. She makes me examine myself in perspectives I wouldn’t notice before if she didn’t bring it up. Tyler is the same way. He’s always “why are you doing this?” or “are you sure that’s the way you want to go?” and he’s not questioning my decisions but my thoughts and motives behind things I do and I value him for that. But, gratefully, when this person told me about my constant inquisitive nature, it just revealed to me that something I seek in friendships/dating/otherwise is someone who will bring the challenge as much as I bring it to them.

Hmmm.. what else. Oh, he also said that I try to intellectually “one-up” a guy. That may be true but, what I don’t think he understands, is that I don’t do that on purpose. I don’t walk around saying “hmm…let me see if I can one-up this guy.” Again, I like intellectual stimulation and I like people who can keep up. Sure, it might be a way of testing them but here’s what I noticed…I never have anyone complain about this back in New York. Back on the east coast, people like that challenge and encourage it. I remember a friend of mine who said “You know what are one of the things I love about you? Everytime we hang out, I will learn and see things in a new perspective. I know that I will walk away thinking how I’m glad that people like you exist.” That was a great compliment (i blush). But I was glad he said that because it showed a lot more about him than about me.

Finally, he said that I get into bed with boys too fast. and “How do you expect to start/maintain (I don’t remember the exact word he used) a relationship?” (Wish I sort of knew that before we… blankety blank. )Hmmm.. that might be true but it is certainly something I’m not ashamed of. I guess what he didn’t see is that first of all, I never touched a guy until I was 21…this entails holding hands with a guy, kissing a guy…etc. Second of all, if someone is going to judge on me on how fast I get into bed with him, then it’s probably better that I don’t get into a relationship with him because anyone who judges my physical actions versus the other qualities I can bring to a relationship is probably somebody not worth getting into a relationship with. I have never given myself rules about getting physically intimate wiht someone. As if I wait for 4 months is going to make a big difference versus waiting 4 days. Personally, to me, it doesn’t make that big of difference because being emotionally involved is something I’m more concerned with than being physically intimate. I’m one of those people who needs to be physically intimate before I can be emotionally intimate. If somebody sleeps with me and still wants to invest time to be emotionally involved with me, it shows a lot about how much that person actually cares about me. Now if a guy slept with me and wasn’t interested in me or just wanted to string me along for a bit (emotionally), he would much more likely do it for a shorter length of time than waiting to get me into bed and giving this facade of being interested in me and finding out after he slept with me that “oops! I didn’t mean for you to take it that way.” I find it much more comforting for someone who admits that he wants to sleep with me and that’s it versus someone who puts a front that they like me but in actuality wants to sleep with me. Anyway, if you both like each other, you KNOW you’re probably going to do it in the future and if both of you are on the same page in that respect, does it matter how long you wait?

Anyway, he also called me predictable and typical and I feel if he knew me as much as he thinks he does, he would know that yes, a lot of mundane things I do are predictable and typical but a lot of decisions I make about the bigger aspects in my life are anything but predictable and typical. That’s the greatest thing about human nature: you have the option to grow and change and to be two mutually exclusive characteristics that seem contradictory but actually make you a well-rounded and original individual. Yes, I’m predictable about the movies I watch and typical about the clothes or things I say but stick around long enough and get to know me and you will find that I will surprise you. I still surprise a lot of my close friends today.

So, what’s the lesson for the day? Anything that a person perceives as negative about you is probably a person who didn’t delve deep enough to get to know how these negative aspects make you a great person or how these negative aspects are actually quite positive to another person. Of course, I’m talking about the aforementioned characteristics but there are some negative aspects (like killing somebody or something like that) that are just negative.

And for all you people are still reading my ramblings about myself and such and still want to know more: I have been lied to, I’ve been betrayed, I’ve been the “other woman”, I’ve been sexually abused, I’ve been suicidal, I’ve been called fat and undisciplined because I cannot lose the weight, I’ve gotten my heart broken, I’ve had people leave me, I’ve been called a “fucking bitch”, I’ve run away from home, I’ve taken many drugs, I’ve been chastised, I’ve been teased, I’ve had friends make a list “Things we hate about Sharon” (and I found it), I’ve had people drop me for a boyfriend and come back to me when they’ve broken their heart, I’ve been called cold, I’ve been called withdrawn, I’ve been called intimidating, I”ve lost a friend over money, I’m bossy, I’ve known to not to have kept my mouth shut when I should, I’ve been called blunt and cruel. I’ve been said to be too picky. I”ve been told to “dumb down” as not to scare off guys.

But also, I know that I’ve been loved, I’ve had one person show up for me when nobody else would, I’ve had friends give me money when I was going to be kicked out of school, I’ve had someone take me in when I’ve run away, I’ve had a psychologist, I’ve made my father cry when he saw I slit my wrists, I’ve had my sister stay up with me all night to make sure that I wake up, I’ve been called talented, I’ve been called genuine, I’ve been called talented, I’ve been called a comic genius (thanks john), I’ve been called dedicated, I’ve been called beautiful, I’ve been called an inspiration, I’ve been called sexy (thanks Mike, Charles, and Kevin), I’ve been dubbed as a role model to my sister, I’m a hard worker, I’ve been called ambitious, I’ve been told that I would be and am successful, I’ve been called generous, I’ve been called intelligent (several people once said I was the smartest woman they have ever met and in my ‘low self image’ I always say “gee, you must not know a lot of women”), I’ve been called intellectually stimulating (thanks tyler) I’ve been dubbed as observant and I’ve been cared for.

All these things about me that I know and I’m sure there are so much more I haven’t touched on has made me this crazy complex individual who is a part of your lives. (corny!) Thus far, I am still alive and thus far, I’m one of the strongest and weakest person I know.

And you can’t handle that, if it’s too much…then why are you reading my journal?

God, I’m so egocentric. (heh heh heh) Sorry if I disgusted you in all my self-absorbness and observations. Wait till I observe ANOTHER person. It’s much worse.

Posted in San Diego, Topical

freaking nostril

Posted on by Minimal.Effort

I don’t know what’s going on but I’ve only been breathing through one nostril since like Tuesday. This is very annoying.

So, I’ve been using Nyquil to kill it but it hasn’t worked yet! I’ve also been using Actifed in the daytime and it works but once it wears off…it doesn’t work!

Nyquil has been killing me every night but last night it had the opposite effect…I kept waking up at every hour of last night. It blows.

Hmmm…Single Awareness Day aka Valentine’s Day. I can honestly say that this is the first year I really truly don’t give a damn. Wait a minute…what did I do last year? Oh…yeah…I sent the boy I was infatuated with (at the time) my xxxxxxxxxxx. tee hee. I can’t believe I did that. I must of been on drugs…or just plain stupid. I think it scared the bejesus out of him. oh well, his loss.

Anyway, I went to watch Daredevil today with a girlfriend. The thing I hate about movies and their comic strip counterparts is the formula. There is a specific PREDICTABLE formula that is followed with superheros. W (the girl I went with) was saying they should have a cupcake man who throws cupcakes and you fall asleep or you have insatiable hunger and start eating things around you and then he meets the love of his life…bad image girl…she gives people a bad image that they feel they must be thin and/or anorexic… hence, when she meets cupcake boy/chef, she starts to eat (for the sake of love) BUT she loses her superpowers because she actually gains weight and is happy. I don’t know. I was busting up in the car of W’s concoction though. I want a happy ending for a superhero thingy. Hmmph!!

Oh what else? Oh, I got quite a few valentine’s this year… and let me tell you…they were all from (for the exception of one) east coast boys. I’m telling you, east coast boys are the shiznit. Thank you. They never forget their friends.

Anyway, I’m off to read the best of the onion. I got it at Barnes and Noble…a neat 3 book set. More details later yo.

Sharona

p.s. should I take nyquil again tonight???

Posted in Nonsensical, Topical

chess blows!!!

Posted on by Minimal.Effort

So it’s 11:45 p.m. and a friend and I were supposed to play a game of chess via internet. Well, apparently he did some illegal operation (oooh…) and had to close his windows and now, I’m just sitting here, staring at this screen, waiting for him to sign back on. I didn’t know playing chess would be such a mission. He better get back here before midnight or I’m going to kick his ass (or in his words: arse)

Speaking of which, he lost a bet!! Whoo-hoo! Thank you Raiders, thank you for sucking ass. 🙂 Of course, I’m a chargers fan, so I have to hate the Raiders but look at the goodies I get:

  1. Dinner at a steak place
  2. a bouquet of flowers (I specified DAISIES or TULIPS…but I hope it’s a mixture of both. Hmm… I wonder how that would look like?)
  3. a dvd. I’m hoping for X-files: fight the future, but I’m also half contemplating getting Any Given Sunday in honor of the football game.

I also won 20 bucks but that was because my friend Jirrah bet me on the second quarter (she should’ve known by then…it WAS 33 to 3)

Oh, he’s back online. Get back to you guys later. Gotta go kick his butt in chess 🙂 He’s a competitive one (or so he says..yeah RIGHT!)

Posted in Nonsensical, Topical

those guys on the corners

Posted on by Minimal.Effort

I was driving by Mission Valley and have you seen those people who are holding big arrows pointing to places to rent out? And they spin those arrows around and around? What a LAME job! I felt really sorry for them and wonder how they don’t get bored. I wonder how much they get paid. It certainly must not be enough. They also had so many of them (like 4 of them, one on each street corner) …so this made me wonder… does this type of publicity actually work? I mean, they’re everywhere! I don’t think they would use such methods unless it worked. That’s just sad I think.

Also, have you seen the trailer for Darkness Falls. Okay…ENOUGH of the spooky psychic children. It’s been done. That’s what I hate about hollywood, they’ll beat a dead horse to the ground. Is that the right metaphor? Anyway, we saw THE RING and we saw THE SIXTH SENSE..we got the point…move on. I’ll even say this, I would rather watch Final Destination 2 (even though I haven’t seen the first one) because it seems a lot scarier that the aforementioned piece of crap. Sorry people, I’ve just seen that commercial WAY too many times. I don’t even remember ever seeing it at the theater…ah, whatever.

I’m half distracted because Jean Luc Picard is telling the story of Gilgamesh and Akidu at Uruk. Hmmm… I should’ve paid attention in English class then I would know what he was talking about. Oh well. I guess I’ll have to read it on my own.

I hate the Raiders. I hope they cry at the Superbowl. I hope they cry to their mommies.

I have to say, I’ve been in the best mood than I have been in a long time. It has to do with several factors which I won’t get into right now but I’m sure the future will reveal itself (ooh, cryptic).

Hmm…what else? I practically killed myself yesterday. My poor legs. I was trying to complete Lake Miramar yesterday and oops, I forgot the dam was closed, so I had walked 4.5 miles and had to turn around and walk 4.5 more. I guess it would been okay if it was a leisurely stroll but I was in a hurry to get something to eat (hmmm..lasagna) and I was afraid to get the good ol’ farmer’s tan.

Oh, and one more thing, I bought the box set of 24. That crap is CRAZY. Sometimes I can’t stop watching the show at the end because of those darn cliffhangers. So, I will stop it and then play it (because I have to know what’s going on!) and then jump up and down and scream (but not REALLY scream) and wait through the dramatic stress of Jack Bauer.

Oooh! guess what people! I’m going to see the Kurosawa film festival next month…and YOU’RE NOT! It’s okay, it’s okay. Don’t cry, I’ll tell you the excitment that is Kurowsawa (I don’t know what the excitement is yet. I don’t think, oops, I’ve seen a Kurosawa film. I think I should do my research. I guess Seven Samarai weekend) but, he was a great name in film school and I hold my head down in shame that I do not know any of his works…and yet I know Spielberg’s….where did I go wrong???

Oh, I talked to my friend Lauren the other day and I said I was hella broke and she said “You’re saying hella now? WHERE DID WE GO WRONG?!” Damn you california vernacular!!

btw, I heard the sweetest thing last night. “Good night my sharona” Aww…that is just too much 🙂

okay, I’m going to listen to “Your Body is A Wonderland” I’m sorry people, that is like such a romantic song. Well, I THINK so. I’m trying to convince my sister to learn it on guitar so she can sing it to me (hee hee hee) but she refuses. Man, what… how can you not like the lyric “I won’t let your head hit the bed without my hand behind it”…HELLO! He’s all about using his hands (damn that John Mayer) Okay, I’m all wound up, it must be watching those 24 episodes. I’m going to do yoga (okay, I don’t know how to do yoga but who cares. I can fake it)

Posted in Sports, Topical

hockey!

Posted on by Minimal.Effort

It was my brother’s birthday Friday night. While my father and I planned to take him out to dinner, my boss asks me if I want to go to a hockey game. I call my brother to see if he wants to go as well and he says yes.

I am now a fan of hockey games.

I’ve never been to a hockey game before so this was exciting. It’s just as cool as baseball games and if I dare say it…maybe even cooler. Hockey is addicting. Although we got CREAMED (Idaho Steelheads 3, San Diego Gulls 0) I had a really good time. The fans are funny too and a bit harsh. One of the Steelheads was badly injured. Now at a football game people would be like “Uh-oh, I hope he’s okay” Not at a hockey game. I heard comments such as “What a girl!” “Get up you wussy!!” “If you can’t hack it, don’t play!” and my brother and I looked at each other. I say “Dude, I thought that injury was brutal” and he says “I feel sorry for them. The fans are crazy” But I think I’m going to actually make an effort to go to more games. They’re bunches of fun. And I got a knit cap.

Also, girls reading this, if you want hot guys…I swear they’re at hockey games. And not many girls go thus, not much competition. But I was like, DAMN all these hot guys. Basically hockey games consist of fathers and daughters and/or sons and young men with other young men. It was great eye candy. Another excuse to go to hockey games.

What else? I bought several new books to read over the weekend. And oops. I went Ikea.

Ikea is evil. and Ikea has too many people. Have you ever noticed Ikea or Walmart are stores that are NEVER DEAD? It’s always crazy busy. It sort of drives me nuts.

Anyway, to fight the seduction of Ikea, I watched Fight Club this morning. I am not the money in my bank account. I am not my pants. I am not my furniture. heh heh heh

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what is up with the dirty rain?

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At first I thought it was just my car but I went to the bank today and DUDE, everyone’s car has dirty rain. What is up with that?

So I went a few outings this weekend. On Saturday I went to the mystery murder dinner thing. It was tons of fun. I was Dr. Pratkiss…yes, I was a guy. My name was Malcolm but people call me Mal. Those board games can be so clever sometimes.

I think the population of cats is multiplying exponentially. It seems that every house I go to has a cat. I am, apparently, deathly allergic to cats and I’m running out of Allegra. This sucks. What’s even suckier (suckier?) is that Allegra is expensive and I like cats and cats like me but the histamines blocker thingys in my immune system does not. Aye carumba.

Last night I went to an Open Bar “Invite Only” party. Woaaah, invite only, I must be the shit.

It’s true, I am.

Just kidding. One of the lawyers at the firm was invited because she’s a regular and invited me to come along. Hanging out with Jill is super cool. I’ve been hanging out with my co-workers Jill and Kaytee. The funny thing/weird thing is, that I’m in the middle (age wise…Jill is 30, Jen is 28, and Kaytee is 21) and yet, at clubs/bars, I sort of feel the most prudish. It’s interesting to be able to point and say “I’m going to sleep with that man tonight” Not that they have done that in my presence but I’ve heard stories of days past when they did that. I suppose sleeping with a lot of people is kosher nowadays. If I could make some sort of shrug here, I would.

Anyway, Kaytee got belligerently drunk (which she rarely gets, usually it’s me) and she was going to throw up in the bathroom. Long story short, some girl (some SHORT girl) started literally “talking shit”. I can’t believe they were arguing about the bathroom line. Anyway, she leaves, brings her OTHER short friend, and they both start talking shit. Then, while kaytee is in the stall, throwing up, this short girl comes up to me and says “And your her friend? What a bitch” and I’m like..what the fuck?! I just stared at her and said nothing because in my mind, why would I give her the honor of wasting my breath. Then this girl walks out and gets not one but TWO bouncers to regulate…what..Kaytee’s puke? Especially since Kaytee ended up not puking. Whatever. In retrospect, it was quite funny and Kaytee was completely and utterly drunk at the point she was slurring and screaming after the fight. I think she told me about the argument (which I was there) six times. But I’m not annoyed at all, it’s just good old fashioned stuff you have to live through fun. Kaytee ended up crashing at Jill’s (where Jill was drunk as well) We put a glass PASTA BOWL next to the couch so Kaytee could hurl in it. I don’t know what we were thinking.

Speaking of which, I have never noticed how freaking FAR Pacific Beach is. Dude, I swear I’m driving to L.A. A lot of it is because I live was in the boonies, near Spring Valley so everything that just to be 5 minutes away is 45 minutes away. I am now officially sequestered from the friends of yore and am forced to make new friends in this new biosphere I call home (I’m being dramatic here folks)

EVIL

That is what I am. I am evil. I went with a guy for some coffee talk (we went to a coffee shop) and he is terribly friendly and we have a lot in common and he makes me laugh…but something is missing. Usually, usually on the first date, I can tell if I can get into this guy and I don’t think I can. I don’t want to blow him off but I think I might be leading him on. I didn’t have the heart to give him the “handshake” and gave him a hug. Aw man, I’m so evil. I feel so guilty. How do you tell a guy, seriously, that it’s not them but you? That is such the cop-out. Maybe I haven’t given him the chance, so I guess I’ll continue and stuff but, seriously, it takes a lot of energy. I wish guys and girls had like microchips and all you had to do was plug it in your brain so the whole “interview” process could be done and over with. I don’t know. I’m tired.

But I suppose I shouldn’t complain because it could easily be the opposite. But take it from me people, ONE PERSON AT A TIME.

Just reflecting on these 2 has made me unable to utilize aldjf ew my manual.s sdj ffjeoiw dexterity…must…sleep…now

p.s. did I mention I got a new red hot chili peppers cd? That shit is addicting! John Frusciante is hella hot and Flea is the best bassist EVER!

Posted in Pop Culture, Television, Topical

you think you know but you have no idea —DIARY (2001)

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Diary is sort of stupid on MTV. It’s always this dramatic “You think you know but you have no idea….DIARY” and it’s always like them shopping and doing meet and greets and not having a lot of sleep or time to themselves. Woah. Hold on the phone. We’re watching rich and famous people shop and tend to their adoring fans. Man, I have NO IDEA. They make it sound so life-threatening.

I’m at my sister’s place listening to Jimmy Eat World. Maaan. These guys rock. I just put down the lyrics to my favorite song of theirs.

Anyway, I think I’m lacking passion. Or maybe it’s just fictional passion I’m seeing here. But when I watch movies/television shows/ or listen to pop music, they talk about this fiery passion that witholds them and makes them feel like they’re going to explode. I want that but isn’t it fictional? Then I think, well, if they keep singing about it or portraying it or whatnot, it must exist in nature. I wonder, do I be envious because I feel I don’t have or possess such passion or relieved that I don’t have to have that traumatic itch in my heart and mind? Hmmm. I guess, that’s why trashy romance novels always entice me. To see a person and to want them so bad that you don’t even know what to do with yourself. To want to rip that other’s person’s clothes off. To have dinner with someone and sit across them and secretly eye them naked and they know that you are secretly eyeing them naked. I guess I just want to be roughly thrown and have a man say “I want you NOW GODDAMNIT!” hee hee hee. ahhh. to live in a romance novel.

Until then, I’m going to have to invest in Hustler vibrators and maybe have a recording of some husky man in the background.