Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Today is the DAY!!!!!!


FINALLY!!!!
Tonight is the night. I am so excited.
Here's hoping Billie Joe breaks out his leopard-print bikini underwear!!


Current Mood: EXCITED
Currently Listening to: American Idiot - Green Day

Sunday, September 25, 2005

The Dating Game

Okay. So it has taken be about 26 years and 3-4 life-changing heartbreaks, but I think I might have finally figured out some fundamental strategies to this torturous game of cat-and-mouse known to most as dating. Now it probably sounds cynical and combative to call these points strategies, a little too military-ish, but today's dating/flirting patterns are much closer to combat than a friendly game of backgammon.
The one thing I am starting to appreciate about dating, is the lack of drama. Dating is easy. Dating is laid-back. Dating is not being paranoid when he doesn't phone every night. Not calling him and asking him if he misses you when your out drunk ( I'll admit I am constantly relapsing on this one). Dating is not over-analysing every little thing he says. Dating is drinks and friendly flirtations and romance and laughter.
Compare that to the last three significant relationships I've had which included: grand theft, over-exposure and abandonment and you can see why dating has been looking so good lately.
I don't know if it has to do with being 26, may be being a little more sure of myself and actually liking who I am on most days or what, but boyfriends are looking to be a distant memory that I barely ever want to revisit.
I mean I can barely stay in one apartment for any length of time, let alone a job, a group of close friends, so how can I expect to have anything except these 3-month hot-cold relationships with guys who get fed up and feel like I give them the cold shoulder or whatever mean things they want to say.
So here I raise my glass to the fine art of dating and flirting with wild abandon and getting asked out by strangers. I hope that I will master this art asap.

CURRENT MOOD: Contemplative
CURRENTLY LISTENING TO:
The Cookbook - Missy Elliot

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Sometimes being bored at work is the lesser of two evils....

So yesterday when I was bored at work, me and my 20-year-old co-worker decided to read our palms with the trusting help of the all seeing Internet. God idea in theory. Terrible idea in practise.

MY PALM SUCKS.
My life line is so short i could drop dead any second.
I'm supposed to have two husbands both of whom cheat on me.
I will have 2 bastard babies.
I will have no fame.
no fortune.
But surprisingly a lot of luck.

Whatever.

Here's the link if you want to torture yourself: http://www.ofesite.com/spirit/palm/lines.htm

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Families...YESH!

Boy, oh boy. DO I have one helluva headache. What is causing all this personal strife, you ask.... Family... Family drama. Not baby-mama drama, thank God. But sick,getting elderly parents drama, and stupid family politics drama.

I don't know when it happened that whenever it rains really hard, or it's really smoky outside, that I suddenly start woorying about my mom and dad and if they are having respiratory problems or are driving in the rain.. Every saturday I think about my poor dad out at my sister's house mowing her lawn using this ratty old extension cord that is held together with duck tape and spit. I always phone him around 4 pm and he always sounds dog-tired and like he's ready collapse. But he doesn't want to stop. And who am I to tell him what he has to do, really.

I don't know, It's really sad to think about your parents mortality. What parts of your life they'll get to see and experience....

I don't know when I started thinking like this.... I guess probably when my dad broke his hip. I know he has many, many more years ahead of him, but it was the hardest thing to see him there so helpless and worse than that, so resigned to his helplessness.

And I'll never forget when the nurse at the hospital asked me if I was having a good visit with my grandpa ( meaning my dad) and I burst into tears right in front of everyone.

Now my mom is getting sick with some mysterious illness. It's weird to hear her so resigned. She is always, in spite of anything: flu, irritations, arguments, tiredness, TENACIOUS, to say the least. But today when I talked to her she sounded so small and quiet. It was weird. I'm sure it's nothing too serious. She has been taking way too many prescriptions and it's sounds liek some of them are having weird reactions with each other.

But what gets me, is the way both my parents are so lackadaisical when it comes to their own health. "How are you feeling?" "Where does it hurt?" "When did you start feeling like that?" They can't even answer these simple questions. They don't know anything about their own bodies. And the doctors.. don't even get me started. I think their doctor totally plays down to them and doesn't take the time to listen to them and just sends them off with another needless prescription. And they don't complain. They were raised to just go along with whatever. Don't rock the boat...

Sometimes it's like I'm only in vancouver not even 2 hours away, but it is too far to help them sometimes....

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

The Say Anything report - a study in male sensitivity 10 years in the making.....






There's only so much I can say about how much I love Say Anything. It represents everything that I want in life and the struggle to achieve it. Greatness. Love. The unexpected and the obvious. Friendship. Family. Laughter. Tears. Say Anything is seriously the greatest movie ever made.

And I've come to realize that there are really only two types of men in this world. The men who grind up on you at the club, who cheat on you, steal from your neighbours, turn into unrecognizable drug addicts, whoplay crazy mind games with you and the Lloyd Doblers of the world.

In fact, I recently read a story in Dose magazine about how girls who are into this movie have a hard time keeping a boyfriend because no guy will really measure up to Lloyd Dobler. I don't really believe that, yet. But Lloyd Dobler is the perfect guy. Confident but shy. Macho ( with his kickboxing) but sensitive. Popular but a loner as well. He is a study in contradictions, and that is exactly what makes him so appealing.

So it is unabashedly that I hereby admit that I use this movie. I use this movie as a shield to protect me from recurring heartache and dissappointment, ( God know I've had enough of that). After careful analysis I've realized that guys' reactions to certain scenes in Say Anything reflect on the way they will inevitably end up treating you. I'm not advocating dumping someone becuase they didn't confess their undying love for all things John Cusack. But I will admit, that after watching this movie with some people, I've stopped holding my breathe waiting for the passenger-side car door to magically open for me or for a real conversation about what me is actually thinking about. So here is a partial list that I have found usefull over they years....

SCENE#43251
Lloyd Dobler teaches Diane Court how to drive a stick shift and the gears are grinding badly, causing irreversable damage on her new car.
If the guy you're watching this scene with is wincing/explaining why this is so bad for her car/ saying that he would never let his girlfriend drive his standard car- he probably will not give you a key to his apartment for like 6 months or will get really bent out of shape when you suggest you leave some of your stuff at his place.

SCENE #276542
Lloyd Dobler is driving around in the rain and then calls his sister from a payphone.
If the guy you're watching this scene with starts laughing hysterically at this scene, in the words of Jennifer Aniston "There's a sensitivity chip missing there." Nuff said.

Basically, I think watching Say Anything with anyone, helps gauge their sensitivity. Because beyond a teen movie and a romance story and a funny movie, Say Anything is a hopeful story about making the ordinary extraordinary. And I thin that's somthing everyone wants to achieve.


"What I really want to do with my life - what I want to do for a living - is I want to be with your daughter. I'm good at it. "
-- Lloyd Dobler