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Ahh, we're well into our two weeks of winter down here in the sunny city of Hades. Cold enough that my nose froze. Personally I do not believe in wind chill temperatures. If you say it feels like it's 12 degrees, then it is 12 degrees. Don't lie and tell me it's really 20-something. For all the important ways, it's entirely too cold, so cop to it. Bother.
It's been about a week and my nail polish is sort of flaking around the edges. Good to know should I ever buy that one.
Tracy and I saw Bride Wars Monday night. It's a very pretty movie, although the stills thrown in to look like wedding advertisements was a little odd, and it wasn't quite what I was expecting. Better than I'd heard, but still uneven. Like, did Liv actually steal Emma's DJ, or was the whole war a misunderstanding? I think I'd like it better if that were true and they'd dealt with it accordingly. In fact, that would've made the movie for me. As it was. Anne Hathaway is gorgeous. Like fantastically so. Distractingly so.
I don't mind people talking during movies. Lord knows I do. I do mind, however, if your commentary is stupid. "OMG! She really does look terrible in yellow" is stupid. I damn near threw m&m's over my shoulder at them. Would've too, had it been popcorn instead.
It's nice of VH1 to play Sober every morning for me so I can get my daily mindfuck. MTV, you fail for playing a video and then cutting it off halfway through so you could play crap. Seriously, wait the minute left or plan these things better. Of course, it's kind of hard to suck more than they do on a normal basis, so really. Man, if I could go back in time and tell my nine year old self that MTV would ditch music, she'd slap me and call me a liar. Not that I was a big fan, but still.
My feet are blocks of ice. ICE I tell you.
People at work are talking of leaving when the mythical new store[s] open. Truthfully I don't see the most requested one happening unless Walgreens manages to swoop in and get a serious financial boost. As far as I know, the Johns Island one is still a go.
I wonder if it's a lack of ambition that leaves me not wanting to at least run to another store, or if I simply don't see the point.
Desperation at work led me to read the Seventeen with Pink on the cover, and as I tend to do, I skipped past the fashion and went to the true life stuff that they've condensed far too much for my tastes. Anyway, I understand in an intellectual sort of way that abuse is where logic goes to die for the most part. But even with my craptacular self-esteem, I've got to think that if someone smacked me in the face in front of my friends and tried to half-assedly play it off as a joke, I'd walk away. Just say to hell with this. And you know full well that if I saw one of my friends, or even someone i didn't even like all that much, getting smacked, I'd intervene.
I don't get it past that part where I know it shouldn't make sense because such relationships are all about the warped perception of reality and the fear of being alone and all that. My self esteem is usually non-existent, but when it comes to being with other people, I just... Being alone for a prolonged period of time sucks, yes, but I think too highly of my awesome to let someone else go that far.
As for the funtastic breakup that never, technically, happened, and the only ex that matters, it might not have been anyone's ideal relationship when looked at as a whole, but had the pod people come and replaced him with a whack-an-Imp impostor, I wouldn't have hung around. Of course, one must point out that you could ignore the hell out of me and I'd take it for too long, so, let's not think I'm too awesome.
Huh.
It's been about a week and my nail polish is sort of flaking around the edges. Good to know should I ever buy that one.
Tracy and I saw Bride Wars Monday night. It's a very pretty movie, although the stills thrown in to look like wedding advertisements was a little odd, and it wasn't quite what I was expecting. Better than I'd heard, but still uneven. Like, did Liv actually steal Emma's DJ, or was the whole war a misunderstanding? I think I'd like it better if that were true and they'd dealt with it accordingly. In fact, that would've made the movie for me. As it was. Anne Hathaway is gorgeous. Like fantastically so. Distractingly so.
I don't mind people talking during movies. Lord knows I do. I do mind, however, if your commentary is stupid. "OMG! She really does look terrible in yellow" is stupid. I damn near threw m&m's over my shoulder at them. Would've too, had it been popcorn instead.
It's nice of VH1 to play Sober every morning for me so I can get my daily mindfuck. MTV, you fail for playing a video and then cutting it off halfway through so you could play crap. Seriously, wait the minute left or plan these things better. Of course, it's kind of hard to suck more than they do on a normal basis, so really. Man, if I could go back in time and tell my nine year old self that MTV would ditch music, she'd slap me and call me a liar. Not that I was a big fan, but still.
My feet are blocks of ice. ICE I tell you.
People at work are talking of leaving when the mythical new store[s] open. Truthfully I don't see the most requested one happening unless Walgreens manages to swoop in and get a serious financial boost. As far as I know, the Johns Island one is still a go.
I wonder if it's a lack of ambition that leaves me not wanting to at least run to another store, or if I simply don't see the point.
Desperation at work led me to read the Seventeen with Pink on the cover, and as I tend to do, I skipped past the fashion and went to the true life stuff that they've condensed far too much for my tastes. Anyway, I understand in an intellectual sort of way that abuse is where logic goes to die for the most part. But even with my craptacular self-esteem, I've got to think that if someone smacked me in the face in front of my friends and tried to half-assedly play it off as a joke, I'd walk away. Just say to hell with this. And you know full well that if I saw one of my friends, or even someone i didn't even like all that much, getting smacked, I'd intervene.
I don't get it past that part where I know it shouldn't make sense because such relationships are all about the warped perception of reality and the fear of being alone and all that. My self esteem is usually non-existent, but when it comes to being with other people, I just... Being alone for a prolonged period of time sucks, yes, but I think too highly of my awesome to let someone else go that far.
As for the funtastic breakup that never, technically, happened, and the only ex that matters, it might not have been anyone's ideal relationship when looked at as a whole, but had the pod people come and replaced him with a whack-an-Imp impostor, I wouldn't have hung around. Of course, one must point out that you could ignore the hell out of me and I'd take it for too long, so, let's not think I'm too awesome.
Huh.