Thursday, May 31, 2007

Yo ho, yo ho a pirate's life for me.



At the end of this movie I turned to Ryan, and said, “Are you fucking kidding me?” I was pissed, disappointed and slightly heartbroken.

After some thought—I have to come to the conclusion that this movie was actually not so bad. I actually have to give some props to the makes of the flick because even though I was expecting a nice ending with a bow that is not what I got. But I like the balls it took to do what was done.

Therefore, it turns out that I liked this movie. I recommend you go see it. If not only for the hot, Hot, HOTNESS of Orlando Bloom.

(Orlando is the one on the right. The other guy is Geoffrey Rush. He is old.)

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Won't you still be my friend?

Okay so I know I have been far, far away. Bless anyone’s heart who is still reading this blog.

Basically my only excuse is that I have been very busy.

My sister and mother came to town searching for a car for my sister. This meant actual time at work was used working, and not surfing blogs or writing my own blog because I wanted to be able to leave early to spend time with my family.

Another thing that has happened is that my cat Anne escaped to the outside outside about two weeks ago, and then when found she was meowing about how alone in life she is. How could I carelessly allow her to escape to the outside outside? So she was brought inside and a few days later it was discovered that she was infested with fleas. FLEAS! She then shared her FLEAS! with Hermione—and then they shared the FLEAS! with my furniture, carpet, sister and mother. So far, I have spent money on this problem only to continue to watch my cats scratch and leave tiny blood drops places.

Somehow, I am going to break into the flea getting rid of market because those people are making a million bajillion dollars as I write this. They sell all these products and none of them work. I am going to have to burn the fucking place down.

Bastard fleas.

Although with all of this said or typed (whatever) I continue to have many things to write about.

I have seen three of my eight summer movies. Sweet action. I want to discuss with you my initial feelings regarding Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End.

Perhaps some of you care what I thought about the season finale of Grey’s Anatomy. I too care, but have not yet been able to watch it. Instead, I have busied my self with the classified section of newspapers, finally finished Atonement, and starting the Golden Compass series.

Therefore, there is more to come. I just hope that there will be someone to read about it.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

In order to eliminate the smell.



I am going to use this book to teach my cats to use the potty.

Other people are probably teaching their small children to use the potty, but I am going to teach my cats to do it.

It shall be my own adventure in parenting.

Monday, May 14, 2007

Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me?

Come on. You know you wanna party with me and my Tecate.



Life is good when you are me. Or when you have had plenty of margaritas.

And then a hero comes along



TONIGHT! Yay. Two episodes left. I am on the edge of my seat.

I also enjoy looking at this guy:



Well okay, and this guy:



I enjoy the plot too. I suppose the attractive men on the show make it easier to watch. Kind of like, "a spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down." This is more like "Hot, attractive men make watching Heroes awesome."

Saturday, May 12, 2007

Do something you shouldn't

Happy Caturday.

Be like Hermione and do something that you know you aren't supposed to be doing. Such as getting up on the counter tops.



"I can be rebelz?"

Wednesday, May 9, 2007

Finally doing something rebellious.

Tuesday I did something that I have wanted to do for the past 24 years. During college, I wanted a facial piercing—which never happened for fear of parental disownment. Even though my little sister, Sheena has a nose ring.

A tattoo is something that I have always wanted, but I have never known what to get. Finally though because Lee Ella was getting one—I decided that in honor of her moving on and getting out of Dallas for a better life I would finally get one too.

When people tell you that getting a tattoo is painful, they are not lying to you. At first the process did not hurt that bad, but as he kept working on my back I realized that if he did not stop I was going to have to get up out of the chair and hit him over the head with the book I was attempting to read. That is the kind of pain I was in.

Speaking of the book, I was reading—it is a book of short stories by Frances Kafka. I was starting The Metamorphosis. Mostly thought I was just squeezing the side of the book with my hands and wishing that I had drank a lot of ALCOHOL before going to have something so painful permanently ink’d on my wide, white, back.

Although I did start singing a song from the Frances Kafka rock opera from that one episode of Home Movies. “I’ve got tiny little bug feet. I don’t really know what bugs eat. Livin' like a bug ain't easy. ”

Now for your viewing pleasure:

Saturday, May 5, 2007

Happy Caturday

Hermione and Anne want you to enjoy your wonderful Caturday!

Friday, May 4, 2007

Does the things a spider can.

Ryan and I went to the midnight showing of Spiderman 3 last night! It was great.



I thoroughly enjoy the life lessons that Spiderman brings to light. People are neither inherently good nor bad—we are both, but we can make the choice to be either. Bad guys were not born bad, and the good guys are not always perfect angels.

What I did not enjoy about the movie experience was the crowd that I saw the movie with. Typically, I enjoy crowds in the Northpark 15 AMC theater in my local mall. However, last night I did not. So, BOO to you people.

A word advice to all the teenagers out there—when people cry in a movie it is usually a good indicator that PERHAPS this isn’t a humorous scene. Just PERHAPS!

Thursday, May 3, 2007

While eating Thai food on a rainy night in Dallas

Last night I ate dinner at Thai restaurant with Lee Ella, and while there, three young men came in to the restaurant stating loudly that they were drunk and needed to eat drunk food.

While Lee Ella and I were chitchatting, I overheard many of their conversations. Which mostly involved each one of them having a conversation with themselves about three different topics.

“My wife is turning 29 this year, and wants to have a baby. But I still feel like a big kid.” The first guy says.
“I loved Puerto Rico, but I left my favorite pair of swimming trunks there,” replies the second guy in a compassionate and understanding voice.
“I really enjoy jazz music.” Affirming what the second guy has compassionately told the first guy.

I love drunken people conversations.

Tuesday, May 1, 2007

Ode to the ability to walk around in my underwear

Living alone has turned out to be a relatively pleasant surprise.

Mostly because I never knew the joy of walking around in my tank top and underwear.

My friends, there is great joy in this for me because Texas is the hottest freaking place to live in the world. Not only is it hot, but it is fucking hot because of the freaking buildings that somehow create a new sun. A hotter sun in the middle of the city.

Therefore, when I come home, and I immediately throw off whatever work clothes I have on down to my tank top and my underpants.

At first, it felt wrong, and my conservative modest childhood household rules were still bearing down on me. I would think thoughts like “Oh no what if someone comes to the door,” or “What if there is a fire.” Now I am like, “Who cares?” It is like my bathing suit. Besides no one comes to my door other than Lee Ella, and I just wrap a sheet around my bottom half. Which by the way I am pretty sure Lee Ella hates.

It is especially fun to dance around in my underwear. How liberating.