Saturday, November 29, 2008
I however, did not like the movie. I thought it was pretty much terrible. Here are a few reasons why (in no particular order):
1) There was no meadow scene. Edward was jumping around in trees and Bella was following him around by expertly manuevering over moss covered fallen trees. Bella is supposed to be a huge klutz...yes, that is very important to the story line.
2) Bella. She was a spaz 90% of the time. I couldn't even tell what she was thinking with all of the blinking and shaking and pained looks.
3) Edward. He looked like he was about to vomit 90% of the time. When he smiled, I actually believed he was Edward...but that didn't happen too often.
4) All the other vampires looked fake. And Jasper...oh Jasper was pure awfulness. He gets his own number...
5) Jasper. I think I've already posted my feelings about how incredibly gay he looks in the movie. And what was up with the bug eyes?
6) The Biology scene...need I say more?
7) Bella and Edward's conversations were...well...awkward. It felt a lot of the time like I was listening in on a private conversation and it kind of made me uncomfortable.
8) Billy and Edward's stare of death as they drove past each other.
9) 90% of the lines were out of context. For example: Bella pulls up to school. Mike runs up to her and says to her in a rush, "Hey Bella. I don't like you dating Edward. He looks at you like you're something to eat. Bye." and then runs off.
10) The overall directing, acting, and script...it was like someone let a 13 year old take over all three.
Now, here's the part that I don't understand. Friends that I have talked to that saw it and liked it agreed with the things I listed above. But then they still said they liked it in spite of that.
So I'm done. I'm done trying to convince the world of how terrible the movie was. It's like trying to fight a losing battle. No matter what points of argument I give, you will agree with me but then still pick the other side. It's too frustrating...I can't do it anymore. So if you liked it, good but I can't discuss it anymore. We'll have to find other things to talk about like the greatness of Little Debbie's Snacks or funny episodes of The Office or what you are going to get me for my birthday present or what Millie's different meows mean. Those are some good starting points for conversations right? Yeah, I think so.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Not only is there this video, but about 50 more...all with the same guy...and his bad tupe. He always is standing in front of the same shelves. And each time he sings a song...with the same melody...just different words. Okay, here is another one. It's called Candy Life or The Purple Candy Store.
You're hooked huh? Isn't it terrible greatness? So my wonderful and faithful readers, I just want to wish you all a Happy Candy Rebirthday.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
I just have four things to say:
1. J.J. Abrams
2. Good Night Nurse look at how friggin' hot Chris Pine is!
3. May 8, 2009
4. I'm sorry Sylar that J.J. made your eyebrows like that but don't worry, I still love you!
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
I can't get up in the morning so now I have begun to set my regular alarm and my phone alarm. Now instead of hitting snooze every 9 minutes for an hour, I hit snooze every 4-5 minutes for an hour.
This morning after hitting snooze on my phone, I fell asleep with the phone open in my hand.
I stay up late...way too late knowing full well that it will be hard for me to get up in the morning.
I keep coming up with responsibilities that I feel the need to take on yet I don't have the time for them nor are they part of my job description.
My hair looks like crap-0-la.
Even when I do wear make-up, it doesn't matter because I feel so dead tired that I look like a zombie anyways.
I have no reason to complain yet I complain all the time.
I have recently become obsessed with Almond Joys and Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles.
See? It's SARS. I think I'm going to die.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Please let me clarify: I am not IN LOVE with you because you are a nerd...I just love your nerdiness.
This is one of my favorite shirts. I like to wear it...a lot. I shouldn't because inevitably I end up having some awkward conversation with someone who says to me, "I'm a nerd." and then stares at me to see my reaction. I should have a response down by now, but I always end up smiling, giving an uncomfortable laugh, and then try to find something else to occupy my attention.
So, Saturday night I was working at the bookstore and consequently wearing my nerd shirt. We close at 8:00pm and right at 7:59pm, in walks two guys. In all fairness, they knew exactly what they were there to get and they didn't keep us there forever while they shopped, thank goodness.
We'll just call these guys Nerdy Nerd and Friend of Nerd. Nerdy Nerd pays for his merchandise first, and then Friend of Nerd puts his stack of books on the counter to pay for his. While I am ringing up Friend of Nerd, Nerdy Nerd says to me, "I'm a nerd." I smile, laugh uncomfortably, and occupy myself with trying to get them out as fast as possible so I can go home. This however did not deter Nerdy Nerd at all. He then takes out his cell phone and says, "I can prove it. Listen." and then proceeds to make me listen to some polyphonic beeping. So I just smile and nod my head in agreement that yes, you have now proved your nerdiness to me. Nerdy Nerd realizes that I have no idea what song he has just played for me, so he tells me. "It's from Super Mario Brothers."
Apparently, this isn't enough to convince me that he is really a nerd so then he says, "Wait, I have another one!" and then plays the Star Wars theme music.
"Wow! That is really nerdy." I say.
Please, please, please go away. Please.
"Here's another one." Seriously? I know you are a nerd. Just stop. Why is your friend standing there letting you make an idiot of yourself?
And then he begins to play the Darth Vader/Storm Trooper music from Star Wars. "That officially does it. You are a real nerd." I tell him.
So, Mr. Nerdy Nerd, I am not in love with you but I do love your nerdy ways and I do appreciate that you felt the need to prove it to me.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Yesterday I got home to find out my house had been broken into. Yay! They (we'll call them Robber Bob and Robber Rob...I'm just assuming there were two and that they were men...I know nothing about them), okay so they pried open my back door and tore up the door frame and part of the wall because the door had been dead bolted. They took my DVD player, all my DVDs (minus a few that were placed in other locations), my digital camera, and some cash. They went through my closet and my drawers looking for I don't know what. Jewelry? Money? Electronics? Really. Did they not know what neighborhood they were in? If I had enough jewelry or money to hide in my underwear drawer, why would I be living HERE? And really, do people keep expensive things in their underwear drawer in real life? I mean, I know they do that kind of stuff in the movies, but usually it's the rich rich people who do that in the movies, not people who live in the ghetto. Stupid. But, I love their stupidity. I love the fact that that's all they took. What do I care about a bunch of DVDs I never watch anymore? I love that they didn't smash or destroy anything. I love that they left everything they looked through open (including the air conditioning closet) so that the police knew what to dust for fingerprints. I love that they left a huge handprint on the backdoor. I love that they took what was on top and didn't dig deeper and find any of my credit cards. And Millie was in love with them because she had the entire day to go in and out as she pleased because they left the door open for her.
Anyways, I didn't write this so that you could feel sorry for me or have pity on me. Honestly, I thought this would be the easiest way to let people know that there will be no more movie nights at my house (like there ever was before) and not have to repeat my story 1,000 times.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go finish the laundry I started last night because I have to wash everything Robber Bob and Robber Rob touched with their grimy hands.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
However, I hate how dirty money is. Especially pennies. All the other change is shiny or whatever but pennies are always so incredibly nasty. Why is that? Why are pennies so gross? My fingers are black after counting them. *shiver*
I hate taking tests. Especially state certification tests in the state of TX. They suck. On Saturday, I had to take my librarian certification test and it was so unorganized and the administrators didn't know what was going on, it drove me nuts. Oh, and I just plain hate taking tests.
However, I always love to watch know-it-alls say something obviously stupid. It makes me smile. Which is what happened at my test Saturday. We'll call Miss Know-It-All KIA for short. Here is my story:
I get to the test site (Bryan Adams HS in Dallas...not a place I want to be after dark), and we are seated in the auditorium so that the administrators can make announcements on where everyone is supposed to be. While we are sitting there a LIC (Lady in charge) comes in and tells us that if we have a cell phone to go put it in our car because no cell phones are admitted. If we don't have a car (like if we got dropped off), then when we get in to our room to hand over our phone to the test administrator. If we are caught with a phone during the test, then our test is taken up and we must leave without finishing. So we get to our room and KIA asks the administrator if he wants to take our phones and he says "No, just keep it in your purse." Then a mini discussion ensues as KIA tells Mr. A (Administrator) the rules and he basically tells her it doesn't matter. KIA is frustrated because, well, she knows it all and is super nerdy taking some super nerdy math test and is one of those people who MUST follow the rules. Then after Mr. A is giving out the tests, KIA asks if he wants to see her calculator. He gives her a puzzled look and then she states loudly, "You're supposed to look at my calculator and make sure the memory has been wiped." Then she addresses the entire room and says, "It was in the rules. I read the rules and that's what it said." Really? You read the rules? Because if I remember correctly, on the first page in bold letters it states that cell phones are not permitted at the test site.
So just remember that with everything that you hate, there is always something in there you can find to love, and with everything you love, you may find something you don't like but you can still love it despite that.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
You posted a comment on my blog a few weeks ago and I just read it today as I was reviewing my most recent posts and seeing if anyone new had commented. If you haven't noticed already from reading my other posts, I'm a little OCD...or CDO if you like things alphabetized like I do. I'm also the kind of person who likes to read the last page first. Yes, the first page I read in Harry Potter 7 was the last page...don't judge me. So it's been driving me nuts all day that someone I don't know has commented on my blog and now it has become an obsession to find out who you are. It's like hearing a song and you can't remember what movie it's from. Or walking all over the grocery store and you can't find the dad-gum marshamallows (which is a true story that actually happened to me today). So let's play a little game...hee-hee.
Here is a list of questions of things I need to know about my blog commenters. Please answer honestly...or you can lie to make it more interesting if you want. Then it will be more fun to try and figure out which is the truth and which is the lie. But that might be kind of hard since I don't know you, so honest answers are probably the best way to go. You may begin.
1. Are you for or against powdered mini donuts?
2. Do you think fish should be classified as pets?
3. Do you sometimes use a calculator to solve simple math problems because you are too lazy to do them on your own?
4. What is the first letter of your first name?
5. What is the second letter of your first name?
6. What is the third letter of your first name?
7. What is the fourth letter of your first name?
8. What is the fifth letter of your first name?
9. Do you have more than five letters in your first name?
10. How do you organize the books on your bookshelf?
11. Do you even have a bookshelf?
12. Do you even own books?
13. Have you set all of your clocks back one hour or will you just leave them as they are and wait until daylight savings to come around again?
14. When you wake up 10 minutes before your alarm is supposed to go off, do you make yourself to go back to sleep or do you just get up because it's a sunshiny day and birds are singing and all that nonsense?
15. Do you wash your car on a regular basis or just wait for it to rain?
16. Have you ever had West Nile and/or SARS?
17. Do you yourself have a blog I can leave anonymous comments on?
18. Do you think I'm funny? (like funny ha-ha...not funny weird)
19. Do you ever put things on your to-do list that you have already done just so you can cross them off?
20. Do you love it or hate it when people stand up in testimony meeting and testify of how much they are going to miss everyone when they leave?
Your turn. :)
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
For the last election, I was sick. I voted, but it wasn't pretty. At least not to me. I don't remember much because I was concentrating too hard on making sure I didn't pass out and fall over. I do remember that I had to stand in line forever because there were about 10-15 people in front of me. I stuck it out, voted, and then went home and Janette made me soup like the good BFF she is.
This last spring when we voted, again the lines were forever long. I'll admit that I voted with my stomach. The Democrat line was about 20 people long and the Republican line was 2 people long. I bet you can guess which line I stood in...I was hungry! I wanted to get out of there! Don't you judge me Earl!
So today I was expecting more of the same...long lines. I know, I should have done the early voting but other events and needs and wants just got in the way last week and before I knew it, my time was up and I was stuck with voting on voting day. When I left school this afternoon to go vote, a co-worker just shook his head with a sad look on his face and said, "You're going to be standing in line for hours." "I know.", grumbled. But I was prepared. I had on my good standing shoes with squishy soles, a big fat book, left over Halloween candy in my purse, and nothing on the agenda for this evening. I was even prepared to park a mile down the street and was ready to hike it to my voting location.
But alas, I arrived and found a parking spot IN the parking lot. Whoa! I walked in and there were 2 people in front of me in line. Whoa! I did have to fill out a statement of residence form because for some reason they doubt that I am still living in the same apartment I lived in 4 years ago. Hmmm...I'll let you guess what I said to that...or really what I wrote...I didn't say anything. And then they gave me my little card and I voted. And then I left. A grand total of 7 minutes spent voting today. WHOA!!
Saturday, November 1, 2008
1. Ate half a bag of chocolate covered cinamon bears.
2. Listened to angry bitter music on iTunes and sang as loud as I could.
3. Played MahJong Tiles.
What did you do?