Okay, so I don't know about anyone else, but I get the Monday blues. Every week. It starts Sunday evening, just before dinner, and lasts until about lunchtime on Monday. Please note how time relates to food for me.
Anyway, I've decided to try and look on the bright side, so here's my list of things I like about Mondays, in no particular order.
1. I like that the weekend is only going to get closer and closer.
2. Three shows: The Hills, How I Met Your Mother, and Heroes.
3. There is less traffic on the drive home than on any other weekday.
4. When I walk around with a grumpy frown on my face, people don't judge; they're too tired to notice.
Okay, that's it. Kinda sad, huh?
Monday, October 29, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Attention Span
What's happened to my favourite reality shows? It used to be that I would be riveted during shows like Survivor, America's Next Top Model, The Hills ... Yes, my crappy taste in shows is astounding, but that's off topic. What I'm trying to say is that I've really lost interest. Case in point: I'm writing this during Survivor. It's on, in the background, but I'm not paying much attention. I kind of look up every once in a while, but I just don't care anymore. I don't even know all of their names, and we're several weeks into the season! Contrast that to Kelly Clarkson winning American Idol ... I was crazy-invested in that. I mean, I think I cried when she won (but I was in my early twenties ... and maybe I had PMS).
So what I'm trying to figure out now is whether the shows have decreased in "quality", or whether I may just be *gasp* growing out of it. It's so sad because I want to care about my shows, and I can't. I don't have the attention span for it. Tyra's gone from dumb-funny to dumb-annoying, and if I'm cringing instead of laughing, I'm obviously not having a good time. Seriously - have you heard her fake French accent? It's downright offensive. Hell, SHE is downright offensive. I mean, ANTM is supposed to be silly, frothy goodness. This season? The theme is RECYCLING. Hey Tyra: Al Gore called, and he wants his cause back. You're a fucking ex-supermodel. Please don't bullshit me with this environmental kick. Don't force young girls - some away from home for the first time, most extremely anxious and stressed out - to quit smoking. Ever heard of being an example? Go do that, but don't fucking force it upon others.
That is not to say that I don't care about the environment - because I really do. But let's call a spade a motherfucking spade. Tyra, honey, you are not now, and never will be, Oprah Winfrey. So just shove it, lady.
So what I'm trying to figure out now is whether the shows have decreased in "quality", or whether I may just be *gasp* growing out of it. It's so sad because I want to care about my shows, and I can't. I don't have the attention span for it. Tyra's gone from dumb-funny to dumb-annoying, and if I'm cringing instead of laughing, I'm obviously not having a good time. Seriously - have you heard her fake French accent? It's downright offensive. Hell, SHE is downright offensive. I mean, ANTM is supposed to be silly, frothy goodness. This season? The theme is RECYCLING. Hey Tyra: Al Gore called, and he wants his cause back. You're a fucking ex-supermodel. Please don't bullshit me with this environmental kick. Don't force young girls - some away from home for the first time, most extremely anxious and stressed out - to quit smoking. Ever heard of being an example? Go do that, but don't fucking force it upon others.
That is not to say that I don't care about the environment - because I really do. But let's call a spade a motherfucking spade. Tyra, honey, you are not now, and never will be, Oprah Winfrey. So just shove it, lady.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Blasts from the Past
I've always found that my friendships go in waves ... not of all of them, but there's those people that you somehow lost touch with at some point - maybe after high school/college, maybe when you changed jobs or moved - and then you run into them years later and pick up right where you left off. I've had two such experiences lately.
There's this one girl I went to school with years ago, from elementary through high school, who I reconnected with over the summer. I always thought she was a lot of fun, but we weren't really close growing up. I was such a goody goody, and she was (and, really, still is) a bit of a bad ass. But this summer, we added each other on facebook and it's been great. We decided to meet up for an early dinner a few months ago, and ended up sitting around for a few hours, smoking and chatting, just having one of those conversations that's half in the past, half in the present ... such a great night. And from there, we've just started hanging out, double-dating with our guys, going shopping, chain-smoking ... It's really nice when you reconnect with someone you had completely lost track of, only to discover that your differences now complement each other, if that makes any sense to anyone out there but me. Anyway, it's pretty cool. She just moved into my neighbourhood, so we get to see each other pretty frequently, and I think this time we'll stick it out for the long run.
My second experience is a little odd. I've known this girl for years, but we were never really friends. We had a few mutual friends, we'd see each other once in a while at a party or something, and I always thought she was really cool. But we just weren't friends. I ran into her at a play last month, and we had a nice little chat, and did that whole "Oh let's get together sometime" spiel, but we meant it. I really wanted to get to know her and become her friend (yeah, I know, I sound like an eight year old now). Anyway, we met up for dinner tonight, and it was great! We sat around for about an hour after the bill was paid, just chatting and laughing and getting to know each other better.
See, I love that. I think my favourite thing to do is just sit around with a couple of people, drink coffee, chain smoke, and shoot the shit. It's even better than shopping. I guess I'm just feeling lucky for the great people I have in my life - old, new, and rediscovered. I used to be one of those people who had a lot of acquaintances, but never felt very close to anyone. I grew out of that a couple of years after high school, and I'm at the point where I can count my close friends on my fingers. But I can count on those people. Like, if something ever happened and I needed someone there for me, I'd have that. It's such a nice feeling. I think it's important to not take anything for granted, and I hope that I never, ever take my wonderful friends and family for granted ... okay, let me clarify: I'll still bitch about them when they deserve it (especially my family), but I'm really lucky to have some very cool people in my life.
There's this one girl I went to school with years ago, from elementary through high school, who I reconnected with over the summer. I always thought she was a lot of fun, but we weren't really close growing up. I was such a goody goody, and she was (and, really, still is) a bit of a bad ass. But this summer, we added each other on facebook and it's been great. We decided to meet up for an early dinner a few months ago, and ended up sitting around for a few hours, smoking and chatting, just having one of those conversations that's half in the past, half in the present ... such a great night. And from there, we've just started hanging out, double-dating with our guys, going shopping, chain-smoking ... It's really nice when you reconnect with someone you had completely lost track of, only to discover that your differences now complement each other, if that makes any sense to anyone out there but me. Anyway, it's pretty cool. She just moved into my neighbourhood, so we get to see each other pretty frequently, and I think this time we'll stick it out for the long run.
My second experience is a little odd. I've known this girl for years, but we were never really friends. We had a few mutual friends, we'd see each other once in a while at a party or something, and I always thought she was really cool. But we just weren't friends. I ran into her at a play last month, and we had a nice little chat, and did that whole "Oh let's get together sometime" spiel, but we meant it. I really wanted to get to know her and become her friend (yeah, I know, I sound like an eight year old now). Anyway, we met up for dinner tonight, and it was great! We sat around for about an hour after the bill was paid, just chatting and laughing and getting to know each other better.
See, I love that. I think my favourite thing to do is just sit around with a couple of people, drink coffee, chain smoke, and shoot the shit. It's even better than shopping. I guess I'm just feeling lucky for the great people I have in my life - old, new, and rediscovered. I used to be one of those people who had a lot of acquaintances, but never felt very close to anyone. I grew out of that a couple of years after high school, and I'm at the point where I can count my close friends on my fingers. But I can count on those people. Like, if something ever happened and I needed someone there for me, I'd have that. It's such a nice feeling. I think it's important to not take anything for granted, and I hope that I never, ever take my wonderful friends and family for granted ... okay, let me clarify: I'll still bitch about them when they deserve it (especially my family), but I'm really lucky to have some very cool people in my life.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Buying the Bling
Okay, so I've been with my guy for ... oh, just shy of seven years now. We're very happy, we're in love, we're a great match. But there's a snag, because there always has to be a snag. It's unfortunate, but that's just life, right?
Anyway, I've been ready to get married for a long time now. A very long time. He, on the other hand, is content with the way things are. We have almost broken up over this issue a few times.
It always goes the same way:
Me - I can't take this anymore, I'm ready, and I'm sick of waiting for you.
Him - Well, that's just dumb. Go marry some guy for the sake of getting married, and then I can be your second husband.
Me - You're such an ass.
I leave, and the following exchange takes place 3 - 7 days later:
Me - Just let me know it's coming sometime in the not-too-distant future.
Him - It's gonna happen, just not sure when.
Me - Okay, I'll just sit on my ass for another six months, at which time one of two things will happen. We'll continue this ridiculous cycle, or we'll be engaged.
Now, it's starting to look brighter, finally, although I have my doubts. I'll get to that in a minute. In the last few months, not only have we started seriously discussing marriage, but he has said that we will for sure get married in the summer of 2008. We've even picked out a ring. And boy oh boy ... I fucking love it. It's a gorgeous ring. Now, I generally like small classic pieces of jewellery, and this sucker's pretty big. But I don't give a rat's ass, because I love it and my guy has agreed with me.
So about my doubts ... Sometimes it feels like he just tells me what I want to hear. He'll appease me, try to ride out the fights, and then things will eventually return to their normal state. What if that's what's happening here? For all I know, he could never want to tie the knot, and he's just going to hold on to me as long as he can before I give up altogether.
That's a scary thought, though, so I'm trying to remain positive. I mean, I know it'll happen - despite my fears just a paragraph ago - but I wonder why it's taking him so long.
So we can just add Bridezilla to my list of attributes now ...
Anyway, I've been ready to get married for a long time now. A very long time. He, on the other hand, is content with the way things are. We have almost broken up over this issue a few times.
It always goes the same way:
Me - I can't take this anymore, I'm ready, and I'm sick of waiting for you.
Him - Well, that's just dumb. Go marry some guy for the sake of getting married, and then I can be your second husband.
Me - You're such an ass.
I leave, and the following exchange takes place 3 - 7 days later:
Me - Just let me know it's coming sometime in the not-too-distant future.
Him - It's gonna happen, just not sure when.
Me - Okay, I'll just sit on my ass for another six months, at which time one of two things will happen. We'll continue this ridiculous cycle, or we'll be engaged.
Now, it's starting to look brighter, finally, although I have my doubts. I'll get to that in a minute. In the last few months, not only have we started seriously discussing marriage, but he has said that we will for sure get married in the summer of 2008. We've even picked out a ring. And boy oh boy ... I fucking love it. It's a gorgeous ring. Now, I generally like small classic pieces of jewellery, and this sucker's pretty big. But I don't give a rat's ass, because I love it and my guy has agreed with me.
So about my doubts ... Sometimes it feels like he just tells me what I want to hear. He'll appease me, try to ride out the fights, and then things will eventually return to their normal state. What if that's what's happening here? For all I know, he could never want to tie the knot, and he's just going to hold on to me as long as he can before I give up altogether.
That's a scary thought, though, so I'm trying to remain positive. I mean, I know it'll happen - despite my fears just a paragraph ago - but I wonder why it's taking him so long.
So we can just add Bridezilla to my list of attributes now ...
Blog Virgin
All right, so bear with me here, because I don't even know what I'm doing. I think maybe I was on the cusp growing up, where we had computers in school, but I didn't even learn how to use the internet until after I had graduated from high school. And now I sound like an old lady.
Anyway, I suppose I was inspired by a few factors here, leading to the creation of this brand-spanking-new blog.
First off, a good friend of mine that I recently reconnected with (thanks Facebook!) has one, and I find it really interesting to read. I thought to myself, you should do that sometime. So I'm going to try it, but knowing me I'll forget all about it in a month's time.
Second of all, I'm one of those people who overthinks all the damn time. Like, I overanalyze every single detail of every single thing I encounter each and every day. It's pathetic, and very frustrating, so maybe it'll be healthy to "purge" myself, so to speak, every once in a while.
Finally, I'm such an opinionated little bitch. It'll be nice to just say whatever I want, and pretend that I'm always right (because, really, I think I am).
So if you're reading this, thanks for coming by. I hope you enjoy my blog.
Anyway, I suppose I was inspired by a few factors here, leading to the creation of this brand-spanking-new blog.
First off, a good friend of mine that I recently reconnected with (thanks Facebook!) has one, and I find it really interesting to read. I thought to myself, you should do that sometime. So I'm going to try it, but knowing me I'll forget all about it in a month's time.
Second of all, I'm one of those people who overthinks all the damn time. Like, I overanalyze every single detail of every single thing I encounter each and every day. It's pathetic, and very frustrating, so maybe it'll be healthy to "purge" myself, so to speak, every once in a while.
Finally, I'm such an opinionated little bitch. It'll be nice to just say whatever I want, and pretend that I'm always right (because, really, I think I am).
So if you're reading this, thanks for coming by. I hope you enjoy my blog.
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