4 posts tagged “movies”

It's 132a.

I Got up 12 hours ago and it feels like two.  Where the fuck does the day go?
Actually, I know where it went.  It disappeared like the bottle of vodka that's nearly empty sitting in the freezer.  That, combined with a little bit of reefer, a little bit of video games and a lot of movies will make the day fucking disappear. 

I'm okay with that.
It was a good day.

I'm at the Terrorist's house.  I woke up this morning to his phone ringing then him coming in and informing me that his dad was going to be arriving "anywhere from now to 30 minutes."  After his dad left we proceeded to spike our drinks and dick around all day.  We watched three movies Reservoir Dogs, Grave of Fireflies (which is the fucking "saddest movie ever. Period."), and My neighbor Totoro (which was the antidote to Grave of Firefliess)  The last movie ended about 45 minutes or so ago.  The T asked me to rub him 'cause his back is bothering him (probably cause we've barely moved all day) which I gladly did and because my fingers are so magical (or it could be because we've been drinking for 10 hours) he passed out. 

I have a headache.  It's approaching throbing-ly bad.  I've been getting headaches the past couple of days.  Wonder what that's all about?

Nathan is coming to visit me in July.  He requested the other day that I start a count down on my blog as to when he's going to be here.  I don't know why he wants me to do this because he doesn't read my blog but I guess that's not really important. 

Let the count down begin...
Nathan will be here in.... A LONG FUCKING TIME.  (About two months)  The closer it gets the more specific I'll get.

I miss my roommate.
I haven't seen her in forever.  Well that's not entirely true.  She sliced her finger at work last night and I made her stop by here so the T could take a look at it.  She totally needs stitches but she didn't go.  Oh well, she'll survive.   We hung out for about two hours here but that's pretty much the most I've seen of her in like a week or so.

I need to go to bed.  My eye hurts.  So does my head.  Maybe they're related.

Today has more or less been a waste of a day.

Having said that I did have breakfast with The Terrorist, got my IRS refund and ran an errand for Lesley. But aside from those three things (and sending one or two resumes out) I haven't done anything today.

I stayed at the Terrorist's house (and I learned that he loves the fact that I refer to him as the Terrorist in my blog.) We watched a couple of movies last night bringing my total movie tally of yesterday up to 4!! (Good to know I'm so productive when unemployed.) We woke up early, without the aid of an alarm clock (which isn't really like either of us) decided that breakfast should be on the agenda (because we both got our refunds back... go us!) and off we went. But not before I called both my mom and dad to tell them I was in fact alive. (Apparently I haven't called them in a bit and my dad was really starting to worry about the state of my well being.)

He and I had a nice leisurely breakfast complete with eggs and alcohol. Then I dropped him off, went home to pick up a folder for Lesley which she forgot and ran it down to PSU for her.

(As your probably noticing this is basically just a re-count of my day. Sorry it's not more exciting)

Where was I? Oh yes! Dropped off the folder, got some gas ($8.30.. cause it's what I could find in my car) then came home.

And that's where it all goes wrong. I should have come home, hooked up my printer (which I did) and taken care of a bunch of things I've been putting off. But NO. That would have made too much sense.

Instead, I came home, hooked up the printer, decided to masturbate then promptly passed the fuck out. Which would have been okay because I woke up about 45mins to an hour later but when I woke up, I got up went pee, laid back down for a second then woke up about 5 hours later. Yes, I fail. Big time.

I woke up male voice's which kind of creeped me out so I got up and left. Went up to Caldera to visit Lesley for a bit. The cute porn store owner guy was there. There's something about that guy, not sure what it is but he intrigues me. We've never really talked but I notice him every time he's there. But then again, maybe it's because he's a cute porn store owner and I need a job. I thought about hanging out for the shift drink gathering but didn't really feel like it so I came home.

Lit some candles, put on the Love Jones Soundtrack and took the longest shower I've taken in a long time. I did it all, salt scrub, shaved, loafed, shampooed, conditioned. It was great.

Now I'm here. Blogging on OpenOffice because I don't have internet. I have a strong desire to be alone but on the other hand I just wanna cuddle up and watch a movie. I hate that feeling. I blame it on my period. My period makes me confused and not know what I want. (To bad I haven't started my period yet.)

Tomorrow is Aidan's 6^th birthday. Wow. Lesley and I are going over there tonight so we can do the morning birthday breakfast thing with them. I don't really know what's going on but I do know there aren't going to be pancakes, which kind of makes me sad. I love pancakes. He wants chocolate chip muffins though. I want pancakes. Maybe I can convince him to change his mind. Whisper sweet pancake nothings in his ear while he sleeps.

It can't hurt right?

Okay I need to go do productive things that I didn't do earlier.

It seems like 10 minutes ago I was seriously thinking about going to bed. 

Now it's 3am. 

How the fuck did it get to be 3am?!?!

Wow.  I'm sleepy.  I've watched 3 movies tonight!   I haven't done that in ages! 

Hostel 2 and Snatch at movie night with Mo.  And When Strangers Call just now with Nate.  Hostel 2 was pretty good but I hate it when kids die in movies... even if they are little shit-bags that deserve it.  When Strangers Call was a scary suspenseful movie which TOTALLY get to me and make me scream.  Which is why Nate loves watching them with me because apparently my screaming at totally cheesy movies makes him laugh.  This one was really bad.  But oh mylanta I want the house that's in this movie.  It's fucking gorgeous!!

And now... I Sleep!

I think one of my problems in life is that I tend to think of my life as a movie.

Life isn't like it is in the movies...  The perfect boy isn't going to show up on my door step (especially when I'm on a ship in the middle of the ocean) and shower me with affection and flowers and all that cheesy (but great) movie shit.  That's not going to happen. 

And when I have my sad moments thinking about things have have gone by and will probably never be again there's no back ground music with a split screen showing me being miserable and him being miserable but in different places.  The truth is he's probably not miserable, he's probably playing golf or hanging out with his girlfriend or some other perfectly normal thing that I don't want to think could go on when I'm all depressed and sad.

I need to re-train my brain to accept that tho one can live happily ever after it's not going to be a Hollywood version of happily ever after. 

And that's okay.   I think. 

I'm getting old.  I'm starting to think about adult things.  Things like where do I want to buy a house and settle down and spend a large chuck of the rest of my life.  And with who.  I don't have the capital for this kind of shit.  I need more money to be happy.  (I'm Joking)

I spent over 3 hours in a closet tonight de-stuffing and stuffing menus.  And I worked a triple today.  But that's okay because now I"m going to have all of tomorrow off.  I'm going to go to Lahaina and get some Pho and hang out at the beach for a few hours.  It'll be good. 

I'm going to go to bed now.  Actually I'm gonna go see if they're serving anything that somewhat resembles food in crew mess then I'm going to go to bed. 

Nite nite.