I absolutely love MXC on Spike TV. I think, when I first moved here, the thing that cemented so clearly in my mind that I was going to be okay, was my Uncle and I sitting on the couch snickering while watching MXC. Apparently they’re doing US versions now…two different shows that seem to possibly be held in the exact same place. I would get the links for you, but I’m feeling lazy and, really if you care so much, you can just look it up yourselves. ;)
Ridiculously dubbed sports isn’t really what this blog is about, but it seemed like a nice, breezy way to start. Especially since what I really have to discuss is neither breezy nor nice. It’s just…I donno complicated? Sure, let's run with that.
Let’s begin at the beginning, shall we?
Baseball was cancelled last week, a fact which—I have to say—I was extremely alarmed to find my self disappointed in. I couldn’t possibly be missing the sport itself, but the camaraderie, right? Perhaps, but perhaps not.
Then we move on to exhibit B in my little rant…What is up with boys? Why do they seem to feel compelled to eff with my head?
Work is bad enough, without have to decide whether a rose is just a rose, or if it’s attached to some sort of feelings as well. Not to mention all these silly outpourings of feelings now that I’m officially leaving. I mean, it’s totally flattering to be compared to Sophia Bush, don’t get me wrong…but it’s still weird while at work…when I’m trying to explain to a customer why they can’t stick a fire-flap in a hole in their wall just because it’ll fit.
Then there’s outside of work. Honestly, it doesn’t seem so weird that a friend of a friend might express interest in me. I mean, the guy and I talked government, Glocks, and games last time we hung out; I could see how that might not be a normal thing for him. But, let’s look at the part of this equation that’s definitely not a normal thing for me…this conversation took place almost exactly a year ago, and I haven’t seen or spoken to him since. Why, pray tell, is he interested in me now? I could be pregnant and on welfare by now! (In theory, anyways.)
BILL and MFCB are great, but they've been super busy and I've seen next to nothing of them. :( More of the same from MGFM. It's like, the guys I do have in my life, that I don't want to throw through a wall...have waaaay to many better things to do than hang out with my lame ass.
Ironically, going to see Kung Fu Panda totally cured me of any residual feelings of conformity. There were children. They were screaming, and jumping over and around seats. Why don’t these children’s parents actually, oh, I donno—parent, for goodness sakes?! (Enjoyed the flick, btw.)
I also caught Wanted which was about as wonderful as I expected it to be. I still have issues with a “bent bullet,” as it is neither physically possible nor easily believable. (Well, not to me, at least, who has shot quite a few bullets in my time. Perhaps someone who hasn’t could give me their take?) I also have issues with how insanely perfect Jolie is…mostly because I’m fairly certain that 1) I like boys and 2) she’s getting prettier the older she gets—she’s like, aging backwards or something! (Which, oddly enough is the general plot for her SigOt(significant other)’s next movie.) Seeing her—well, all of them really—running around like hyperactive hamsters reminded me how I’m hoping to be back up to six miles by…yeah, tomorrow. I’m currently holding at four. Boo.
Also not helping the “let’s look better naked” cause, is my local Zellers. (Kinda like Canuck Target for you Southies.) They’ve decided to have a little kiosk, right by the front door, that is—get this—frying donuts. Do any of you have any idea how effing amazing that smells? And, while the issue of not eating fresh fried donuts really has nothing to do with boys, I still will blame them, because I don’t really care what anyone else has to say about me without my clothes on.
Right, well, I think that’s enough for now.
Quote of the Moment: "Oh, I have the really good phone plan. They call it the ‘drug dealer’ plan. Because nobody who’s on their cell that much isn’t a drug dealer. [pause] ‘Cept me, I guess.”
Soundtrack of the Moment: Dashboard Confessional, Stolen
TV/Movie Quote: Twilight: