Posted in Storytime, Wanderlusting Travel

it’s getting hot in herre

That stupid Nelly song is in my head. And it’s getting hot in HERRE..you know..emphasis on that R guys! Wow…look at these prolific lyrics:

Nelly: It’s getting hot in herre, so take off all your clothes..
Sexy Chick’s Voice: I am getting so hot, so I’m going to take my clothes off

(Repeat several times)

and yet, it is in my stupid stupid head.

As always, crazy crazy week. I’ve decided to stay at the Buck for the summer so I can travel quite a bit without having to worry about PTO (that’s paid time off to you) I’m in San Francisco now waiting for my fellow comrades to awaken and feel the new Bay air. WAHOO! AND no work for 4 days. SWEEEET!

Anyway, things are good. I’ve got great friends and I’ve got food and my own room. What could be better?

Some food. (I”m so fucking hungry right now, my arm is starting to look good. “I’ll eat a pig’s ass if they cook it right”)

I hear tinkering of pots in the kitchen.. Ah.. to have a 3 person reunion. Not a big one. We’re all pretty much the same. I think we’re all a little more laid back and such and the dorky things we used to do before. Ah, my FAGNOW crew (to even go through so much trouble to name a crew is the epitome of dorkiness).

Anyways, I’m sorry guys. I’m not writing anything stellar. I’ll think of something..I promise.

Posted in Nonsensical, Storytime

rock the boat…change position, change position

I’m listening to aaliyah’s “Rock the Boat” and dude that song is nasty in a smooth way. good going aaliyah.

I was reading my sister’s online journal and she was debating whether songs or musicians were appreciated because they were good or because of their exposure, in my opinion:

well, in defense of people who were listening to certain bands before they hit the mainstream, they feel as if they have to “share” with people who would probably not be as appreciative of their music (which is not entirely true since other people just never had the chance for the exposure). anyway, it’s as if they feel their band is raped and the band is abandoning the people who have been there for them all the way. I don’t know, I’ve thought about this in my youth (like I’m really that old)

but a LOT of it has to do with exposure. Like what MTV does, it makes you listen to crap over and over and over again until you are hypnotized and begin with “must by cd…must buy crappy cd…” why the hell do you think I have three britney spears albums? Yes, I too have fallen victim to aggressive advertising (heh heh heh). A LOT of great bands have lack of exposure because like a lot of really great films, mainstream audiences are really NOT mature enough or prepared enough to listen. Greatness is always misunderstood. It is until later that people recognized and admire the efforts of people willing to take risks into a new genre or whatever.

I suppose so

Anyway, so I’m in this thing where all my days seemed to be blended intogether and I don’t know what day it is or where I’m going or what the hell is going on…all I know is that I’m having fun but I’m tired all the time. whoa. The funny thing is that I see the same people everyday and I think I have more fun with the same people everyday rather than me hanging out with different people everyday. eh. does that make sense?

Top 10 funniest/funnest events last week:

  1. Tyler telling us how his dad would see a monkey on television and his dad would say “Hey, tyler, that’s YOU. That’s YOU!” and Ty would retort “No it’s not!”
  2. Playing Taboo at my apartment and Tyler and Kay were partners and Kay says “okay, I do this everyday” and Tyler says “MASTURBATE!”
    (the word was exercise)
  3. Chad calling me up on the road and says “Hey! I can see you!” and I say “where? where?” and then DAMN HIM! I miss my exit and it takes me an hour to figure out how to get home (I think it’s one of those you had to be there moments)
  4. After a long day of work, I hear a customer say “Excuse me, I need more…” and in my disgust, I look up and say “I’m sorry?” but my face is like “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME” (Imagine that facial expression) and it’s Chad. And I’m like OH SHIT. and I look up and there’s Tyler. bastards.
  5. I’m with Cyndy on the freeway and we’re behind this Frontier and I say “hey, that looks like Chad’s truck” and Cyndy says “let’s find out” and we speed up next to the truck and low and behold it’s Chad talking on his cell phone. I scream out the window “HEY CHAAAADDD!!!” and he looks over and we’re talking/screaming over the freeway. after he exits, I get a phone call from Tyler saying “So, you saw Chad on the freeway?” and I said “Hey, how did you know?” and Ty says “I was the one he was talking to on the phone” ooooh weird.

Okay, my memory banks are tired so I can’t finish this. But as you can see, I’ve been hanging out with the same peeps over and over again but it’s always fun.

one more thing.. CHAD AND TYLER HAVE SERIOUS GAS PROBLEMS AND SHOULD RECTIFY THEIR SITUATIONS BEFORE MY NOSE STARTS BLEEDING.

Hm. A new week. New things to discover. New situations to arise. wahoo. i’m excited. yo yo yo

p.s. saw Mallrats. it was okay

Posted in Creative Effort

haikus

lie in restless sleep
ever so slightly I leave
I read way too much

I know that you know
that I care too much for you
this sucks major ass

emptiness inside
I contemplate if my worth
is worth anything

I am very late
analytical flower
blooms only at the wrong time

plastic smile plastered
how can i hate fake people
when I am fake too

some haikus are dumb
is this seven syllables?
no mo drama yo

“All I want is to feel this way, to be this close, to feel the same”

“Truth is not kind and you said neither am I”

–Toad the Wet Sprocket “All I Want”

Posted in Lists, Nonsensical

Everyone seems to think I’m lazy…I don’t mind, I think they’re crazy

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)

  1. Before: I used to care what people thought about me
    After: Who gives a shit what they think
  2. 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
  3. 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
  4. 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?
  5. 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!
  6. Before: I used to be afraid to call my friends too much
    After: If they are really your friends, they really don’t mind.
  7. 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)
  8. 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.
  9. 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
  10. 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:

HAHAHAHA

Access Denied
The requested document, http://www.livejournal.com/users/anniewaits18,
will not be shown.

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

  1. sky blue
  2. navy blue
  3. pacific ocean blue (yeah baby!)

Top 5 reasons you should be in a committed relationship:

  1. sex
  2. somebody to make out with you on national holidays (i always wanted to make out on the 4th of July…awww…fireworks)
  3. you can put that tongue ring to use (finally!)
  4. if you want to try something new, you usually have a partner to try it with (it’s more fun that way)
  5. 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:

  1. you don’t have to be anybody’s mommy
  2. you don’t have to answer to ANYBODY!
  3. free dinners from different people
  4. all the money you earn is for you yo (lower cell phone bills yo!)
  5. as mary j. blige would say “no mo drama”

my finger dexterity is wearing thin (I have no energy level whatsoever)

Posted in Nonsensical

woah baby!

Hey everyone

Wow, I didn’t know I had a fan base. Got some emails asking where my latest entries are. YOU GUYS! How sweet that you think (you think) that you are living vicariously through me when actually I’m living vicariously through Gillian Anderson (yeah, that was random)

Right now, I’m at my friend’s Cyndy’s house. She’s fucking rad. I met her through my godsister and she’s a good one (as them californians would say). I’ve had a busy busy busy week. To recap…

Sunday–

  1. went to work (yuck)
  2. went home (woah!) tried to clean my room. result? Ultimate failure (I just moved in a new apartment so everything is scattered and my energy busting starbucks job is merciless on my …uh…energy.)
  3. Went to my friend Tyler’s house (DUDE, he has a AWESOME place. Overlooking the Pacific Ocean) and played (can you believe this?) Taboo from 5pm to 9pm with ty, cyndy and cyndy’s mother’s friend’s niece (did you get that?)I was 2-1. DAMN YOU HOMIES! DAMN YOU!
  4. watched the rest of Caddyshack with Ty. BE THE BALL (niiice) not bad for a movie not bad. Lot of religious inflections that you wouldn’t even notice.

Monday–Memorial Day

  1. Went to work (geesh..sorry Chad, stole your geesh expression)
  2. Went home and took what FELT like a 3 minute nap.
  3. Met with my friend Ramin at work to watch a flick later on (I didn’t want to be a loser on Memorial Day)
  4. Saw Dogtown and Z-boys…a pretty cool documentary on skateboarding and zephyr.

Side commentary* Okay, I think I’m pretty friendly and sort of obvious of platonicism but I’m not so sure. I think Ramin might have a thing for me (god forbid if he ever read this entry)…he offered to buy me chocolate and bought my nestle bon bons for me. Wow, I’m such a leeching whore….but I really really wanted those bon bons!! Anyway, at the end of the night he said “I really had a fun time tonight. Maybe we can do it again sometime??” Hmmmm. I saw him at work today and he’s a little more conservative around me. Asked me when my day off was. Consensus anyone? Damn, it’s so hard to be so beautiful, witty, charming, and irresistable (I kid..or do I? Hmmmm. ((Pinky to the mouth)) ) <– that’s a lot of parenthesis

Tuesday–

  1. Woke up at 8am for no good reason dude.
  2. Went off to Irvine/L.A. to visit my oldest best friend (oldest meaning, she’s the one I’ve known the longest) Jirrah. She was sort of depressed mode so I went there to cheer her up…you know– eat ice cream, go to Huntington Beach, eat McDonald’s chicked nuggets, eat more ice cream, crash on her couch… I hope she is feeling better. We had chocolate covered ice cream goodness gracious!!
  3. Went to Tyler’s to use his el computero for my thank you letter to Waldenbooks (still in the process of concocting…dude, I have to find out the manager’s last name!)
  4. Went home and talked to currently my bestest friends in the whole world..Kathleen, Chad, and Tyler. Man, those are some good people.

Wednesday

  1. Went to work…
  2. Kay came over to see my bad hair day (whoo hoo)
  3. Went to watch the NON digital Star Wars II (man, that some bad dialogue. “you are tormenting me”) Man, gotta see digital baby. But, I will say this publicly..YODA KICKS ASS!
  4. Went to sleep

Thursday

  1. Wait a minute! That’s today! So nevermind

Anyway, in a nutshell I’m hoping hoping hoping that I get this job at Waldenbooks. It’s been officially a week. I called them today and they said they haven’t made any decisions yet and they are having a managerial meeting on Monday (he said they’ve been mad busy because of Memorial Day) and to call back on Tuesday… Is that a bad sign or a good sign??????? PLEASE PLEASE DEAR GOD LET ME QUIT STARBUCKS!! (If a god really exists but that’s irrelevant as of now)

Hmm what else? My room and my car is a fucking wreck. No energy to clean up and make myself look pretty. Hopefully I’ll get a desk and Ikea my room soon. You know what I’m saying G? (i haven’t said that in a while)

Film wise: Hmmm. I’m not sure if I can say here but I think we’re going to have some problemos with a “crew” member. We’ll see…oh yes, we will see.

Magic Mountain: I have such a hard on(even if I’m not a guy..who cares?) to go there so badly but OF COURSE starbucks scheduled me to work next weekend. I’m trying to get out of it though.

Money: That crap sucks ass. I’m terrible with it. My friend Chad was implying (?) that maybe I should’ve lived at home so I can have some money in the bank. If only I had the patience to deal with that but I don’t.

My new Apt: That shit is the shit. I love my roommates. I love how we have a million couches in the living room.

My new car: I have to quit smoking dudes.

Promise of a New Day: a couple things I thought about when I was with Jirrah….

Jirrah said that she couldn’t see me married because I love my independence and I couldn’t have myself held back by any guy. Damn, I may not seem like it but I have the American Dream…Get a sex machine/successful/mad intelligent/funny as hell husband… travel with him a bit…get a house…have 2.5 children. (I want one boy and one girl) but alas. Children is a funny subject. I don’t know why I think about it more than I should (uh-oh) but in the future it would be nice to have kids but I’m so fucking lazy, I have a dirty mouth, and hmmm…I’m very impatient. But you know, I have that fantasy where my husband and I are at Disneyland and my older daughter is telling me about her latest crush in junior high and my husband has our son on top of his shoulders waving his glow in the dark necklace around saying how much he thought Matterhorn was the bomb (or whatever). Pathetic huh? and then I think about the diapers, the crying, the big sore boobs (that might not be so bad), and the arguments and I think about how my parents raised me and how I’m afraid I’ll fuck up. Then I think about how my unknown husband (david duchovny? are you still available?) is rolling in the grass with my son telling him that he’s a loser (in a lovingly affectionate way) AND it doesn’t help that I’ve been watching the Cosby Show. That’s the type of bringing up kids I would like to have…Firm yet Fun (man, when I look at that show now, They were STRICT!)

AHHHH! What’s wrong with me? When did I become a maternal wuss?

eh.

anyway, my new goals for the new year:

  1. To learn to Jet ski
  2. Quit starbucks and get a salary paying job with health benefits that i actually enjoy going to
  3. Go to Magic Mountain
  4. Go to Vegas.
  5. Pay off my American Express card (last credit card to go dudes!)
  6. Pay off my debt to Ken Chu
  7. Get at least 3 new outfits (i’m terrible with buying clothes)
  8. Have sex a guy blindfolded (the guy blindfolded, not me..dude I would totally rock his world)
  9. Refuse to get a boyfriend unless further commitment is a possibility (does that make sense? Why get in a relationship unless you think it’s going to last?) I think, that dating is cool but just because we’re dating doesn’t mean the dude will be my boyfriend. I’ve decided that my first boyfriend will probably be my last until then, ONLY DATING
  10. If one of the two happens a) I quit Starbucks or b) I get a boyfriend– I WILL QUIT SMOKING.

oh wait, and the usual…to lose 20 pounds.

okay my babies, that’s enough. until next time I go potty…

Posted in Nonsensical

omoshiroi…

omoshiroi means interesting peeps.

my life has been very interesting lately.

very interesting.

TOP 10 INTERESTING THINGS THIS WEEK

  1. non-speaking friends
  2. going to THE COMEDY STORE
  3. going to THE COMEDY STORE and having a drunk friend caling you to tell you that “THE BISTRO IS THE BEST!!!”
  4. having the same friend call you one hour later, while you are still at THE COMEDY STORE to ask “Hey, did I call you earlier?” (hee hee. To you-know-who, you know I’m just giving you a hard time. It was really really funny dude)
  5. Moving your stuff to your new apartment
  6. Moving your stuff to your new apartment and having your friend Tyler spill all your old school pictures.
  7. Having Tyler punch your precious ribs because of his frustration on various issues.
  8. getting interviewed by 3 managers at WALDENBOOKS in the span of 2 days
  9. being taught the difference from your guy friends between good porn and bad porn.
  10. and from the vague words of No Doubt “…you came in like a breeze, on Sunday Morning. Sure have changed since yesterday, without any warning…” (was it a breeze?) yeah, baby

p.s. how long does it take after an interview to find out if you have a job? I had my second interview yesterday and I was told that I would know by “the end of this week or the beginning of next week”….grrrr. I want that job so BADLY!!!

p.p.s. I want *&%$ the shit out of somebody…. oh well.

Posted in Nonsensical

yo check it

my dad keeps waking me up at the break of dawn to ask if he could use my car. that is so annoying. what the hell is that about?

Anyway, our producer meetings are going well I suppose. Our first meeting was strictly business and we didn’t tend to digress. After each meeting we get more and more comfortable with the whole thing and we tend to digress on other topics… of course you know what I’m talking about. What do you get when you have 3 people who are sexually frustrated and don’t really have inhibitions about talking about it? We should just make a movie about that

I saw TRAINING DAY, man that movie is FUCKED UP. Woah. I don’t think it was worthy for Denzel Washington to get a best actor oscar but that is just my opinion.

I wish I could divulge in more about my life but for now a lot of stuff that is going on is not appropriate for this forum for the wrong information could get in the wrong hands and wreak havoc on the world.

Sharon’s top 5 radio songs (I know, it’s terrible)

  1. You Don’t Have to Call by Usher
  2. Can’t Get You Out of My Head by Kylie Minogue
  3. That one song from Michelle branch about saving you
  4. Your House by Jimmy Eat World
  5. I Need a Girl (Remix) by P. Diddy (Iknow, a P. Diddy song?)
Posted in Nonsensical

bizarre

A couple of things happening simulataneously which is exciting and frustrating at the same time. I would rather have it this way then depressed and somber or whatever.

First of all, I’m moving to a new place this week. I’m quite excited about it although I will be unbelievably poor for awhile. I don’t care. I don’t like the feeling or the impression that I should be in check.

Second of all, I have an interview for a new job this Tuesday. Dear God (or alternate higher being) please please give me the power to quit the buck and start anew

Third of all, BOYS. Boys are confusing and fun and exciting and terrible and great. I’m in the throes of confusion right now (throes?) but not a bad confusion– a good one. A revealing one about who I am as a person and what I want in life and what I want from a potential signficant other. Unfortunately the dude I am crushing on at my current job HAS NO SHIFTS WITH ME NEXT WEEK!! Goddamnit. I got to see him yesterday briefly. He told that a girl once told him he looked like Harry Potter! And if you want to know what this guy looks like, he looks like an ethnic Harry Potter at an older age. He has messy disheveled dark hair and big glasses. I figure though if cleaned up, he would have great potential for flossing (I got that term from Tyler…hee hee hee). Smart, handsome but not too handsome and funny. Now if only I can find out how he was in bed.

Sex: Yes, I talk about it a lot. Probably because I’m pretty frustrated with the whole thing. Man, that stuff is addicting and it has a lot of power over me. A lot more than I would want. Especially when you’re in the moment and you know if you got some you would be a happy person — even for a while. I’ve noticed an interesting correlation though. Whenever I have sex, I usually stop smoking. Everytime I’ve been without sex for more than a month or so, I start smoking. i didn’t even start smoking till after the first time. Interesting isn’t it? So the more I smoke,the more sexually frustrated I am. So I figure when i have a serious healthy (read: kinky) relationship, I’m going to quit smoking forever. For me and the other person.

When you think about it sex has power over your friendships, your moods, your outlook on life, your present, your future, your past, and your drama. That’s a lot of power. Although the media tries to make it for physical pleasure, there’s always something else involved whether it be you discovering another facet of yourself or discovering another facet of the person you’re doing.

Anyway, I sort of believe everything happens for a reason and at a particular time. We have the answers, we just need to ask the right questions.

Okay, I’m actually going to get some work done after I take my afternoon midday nap.

May the force be with you (It’s Obi-Wan! He’s holding me back!)

YES, I saw the next Star Wars. I think Lord of the Rings is better but seeing the Matrix Trailer WAS FUCKING RAD!!!

I’ll be a little upbeat and less contemplative next time peeps.

Posted in Nonsensical

stupid mutha fucking online journal…..

So I wrote this entry yesterday and I poured my heart out and told secrets of the universe and I figured out the meaning of my life and when I went to update it, IT FROZE THE COMPUTER! Oh, you don’t even KNOW how frustrated I am. argh! (I want to bite the mouse)

I’m not even going to attempt to rewrite my piece de la resistance so this useless banter that I am typing will just have to do for you entertainment.

Hey, I’m going to see STAR WARS tonight. I’m going to miss the first 20 minutes though because of the evilness of starbucks. I sweart to god if I don’t leave that job I’m going to pull a tyler durden and blow them all up (hey, could the government get me on this since I am writing this in a public forum? hmmm) but GOD!!! I HATE MY JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Is that enough exclamation marks for you?)

Anyway, my social life is sort of emerging to something that eats my nighttime life. I’m missing my Cosby show reruns. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

Hey, I’m getting my own apartment (I’m sort of bouncing off the walls right now which would explain my schizophrenic snippets of topics) and this time I’m going to devirginize my damn bed.

Rant of the Day: my virgin bed.

So, in NYC I went to this fucking effort to buy a full size bed so if I were to get busy on it with a significant other (or a reasonable facsimile) we would both have space to do what will. You know a little action on that corner and little action on that corner…diagonal, horizontal and still have space to sleep afterwards. You see when I was in nyc, whenever I would spend the night at somebody’s casa, it was always a twin bed. Not that I’m complaining, because at least I’m getting some but man, talk about squished. and sweaty. and then there’s morning breath and you can’t really sleep on your back. man, but there’s something romantic about it. You’re that desperate to get some that you will compromise your sleeping patterns. YOu know though, I could be awake till 3am doing “stuff” and have to wake up at 6 in the morning and be all bright eyed and bushy tailed. America needs sex not coffee if you want efficient workers.

Anyway, so I bought this full size bed from IKEA for about 300 and I am the only one who has slept on it! AHHH! what the hell?!!! that sucks ass. Fuck that crap. In my new apartment, man my bed is going to be a whore. I have two guy roommmates so hmmmm….

Now goes the plays of seduction. To wake up in my underwear and a tank top and go downstairs innocently after a bunch of drunk guys have crashed and who will they see? A sex goddess goddamnit. Oh, let the games begin. I’m going to have fun with this.

And of course, dear reader, you will share in my adventures.

Hey, did anyone ever see Adventures of the American Rabbit? I loved that cartoon. I miss it. If anyone can find it for my birthday I will love you for life (and give mad head) oops did i say that out loud? (That was for you K)

Posted in Nonsensical

in the throes of infatuation…

so I met a guy.

ahh. faith has been restored within me about the opposite sex. sigh Anyway, it’s a dude I met at work. He’s practically the only dude that isn’t gay that works at work with me (we all know where I work so I won’t admit it here). He graduated from UCSD in Economics with a minor in math and philosophy. ahhhh. Smart dude, smart dude. He’s 25 and was trying to get into the internet business but failed. oops. But at least he tried. Now he’s trying to apply to graduate school in Europe for next year.

Anyway, of course education isn’t THAT important (but it is definitely a PLUS) …okay, okay, it’s sort of important. There’s a part of me who wants to philosphize and debate (debate?) about political and social issues. Sort of be able to analyze different aspects of social commentary. Apparently this guy can do that. I was asking him what he did in his spare time and he told me, one of his hobbies is, of course, reading. I asked him what he was reading. I forget the title but it’s a philosophy book. Extra bonus points right there. Asked me what I was reading. Told him. And he showed a spark of interest and jokingly said “we should start a book club. Let’s call it the Sharon and _ book club. (I’m not going to insert his name just yet. I’m a little embarrassed. hee hee. He has a funky name)” and I smiled and said “sure”…sure. only if we’re the only members and we read to each other naked.

hee hee. Sheesh. I’m such a bad girl. But it feels so good to be so bad. (ew.)

Anyway, here’s the 3 biggest things that are attractive to me about him. 1. he has a great sense of humor. VERY VERY IMPORTANT. His sense of humor though, is different than a lot of guys I have dated. Very dry humor. Very deadpan. The last gaggle of guys (gaggle?) I’ve dated have always been animated guys so this is a refreshing breath of air (although, I still like animated guys since I’m pretty animated myself). I would go into more detail what kind of things he would say to me (Sharon, are you in the dishwasher? ..hee hee. That’s a different story) but of course, I don’t want to bore you, especially since most of the people who read these ARE guys.

Which reminds me..on a different topic. Most guys are trustworthy creatures. I might be lucky (I probably am) but most of my guy friends, I can talk and talk their head off about a lot of shit and they won’t say a word. I just want to say THANKS right now. They do the “I don’t know shit” look which is cool. But, and this is only an observation of my experience(s), but when I tell guys stuff, it never gets back to me whereas I tell a girl and half the time the info will get back to me. What’s even more frustrating is that it will get back to me within a couple of weeks, sometimes even a couple of days. sheesh.

So anyway, back to the story at hand. Thank God for this guy. Now work is a LOT more bearable with him around. I actually, god forbid, look forward to going to work when I know we’ll be working together. woah. I am still going to quit though. I told him I was applying to a bookstore and he said “hey, can you get me an application?” so….I’m going to get him one and hopefully (most likely) I’ll be working with him at different job that we both actually like.

Strategy of attack: So now I have to hmmm.. find out if he has a girlfriend. He mentioned his ex-girlfriend today. Ex-girlfriend. That’s what I like to hear (heh, heh, heh. I’m evil, aren’t I?) but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a CURRENT girlfriend. This is going to be tricky. I can’t use the ol’ “So why would your girlfriend date a loser like you?” or you know something taunting like that because it screams “OBVIOUS!” Boys, for future reference, you need to find a sneakier way to find out if the girl of interest has a girlfriend. I think it’s tacky when a guy says “so, I bet your boyfriend, blah blah blah” I’m like rolling my eyes.

But anyway, to find out and then to do a sneak attack and kill. Of course it would be hard to say no to me because I am a charming and witty woman (HAHAHA… I’m hoping that’s the impression that I’m giving). Actually he is seeing the dominatrix (I AM his superior). The dominatrix and the clumsy goofy girl who always spills the coffee beans (I’ve done a lot…he says “you can drop anything as long as it’s not on my head”.. I said “uh-oh, now that you said that I am subconsciously going to find ways to drop things on your head or to give you….oops.” woah, a little x-rated there sharon. calm down.

Movie Reviews of the Week:

NEW GUY: Watch this movie to see Tony Hawk and skateboards. Interesting, and I mean INTERESTING cameos. A good non-thinking film to watch with buds.

SPIDERMAN: True to the comic book style of storytelling and editing. Tobey Maguire is fucking rad, of course, AND THE ENDING> OH MY GOD> Have I gone through that before. Actually I’m the queen of the thing at the end. of course, I won’t reveal it here, but if you want to know my life story, I am Kirsten Dunst at the end of the movie

and

THE GRADUATE: I can see why this is a classic. Dustin Hoffman’s first movie. Awesome camera angles, weird ass characters going on, Mrs. Robinson…damn. Now that’s a character. Anyway, this movie is awesome awesome awesome. Way ahead of it’s time.

Next time:
Mission Impossible 2
Caddyshack
Uncle Buck.

I have other shindigs to talk about (pb block party, this week’s upcoming party and other events) but I’m tired. don’t worry dear reader, we will meet again.