If anyone is interested in seeing another movie about a guy who is unrealistically in love with a girl - watch Going the Distance. Overall a great movie, very funny and reminiscent of my own life - with the exception of the guy who seems to be really in love - like really. I should re-write the spoof and tell it how it would have gone down....
If this movie was based on REAL LIFE, in the beginning Drew Barrymore's character freaks out on Justin Long's character over an arcade game and, let's just say, that would have not been well received if this happened to me at a bar.
Next when Drew tries to sneak out in the morning, Justin would have pretended to be asleep while she makes a stealthy getaway...
Justin would then add her on Facebook and send her open-ended inbox messages for 2-3 days, but would be reluctant to make plans that involved anything outside his apartment.
He would then start texting her, using phrases such as "Sup Sexy?" and "U Awake?" Texting continues for longer than it should, whilst the plans are still only at his apartment during sports center.
Drew would be disappointed by this but still goes along with it because she likes his peacock. Justin tells her how he could see himself having a relationship with her, but not right now. He's just not ready.
The movie would end with Justin marrying an 18 year old girl he met in Zumba, and Drew would be experiencing this whole fiasco all over again with "Billy" who is also, into video games and top gun.
The End
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Sunday, May 22, 2011
creative moments
No, I didn't drink all these bottles of wine.
But I did drink some of them. I'm putting my creative energy and binge drinking to use! I finished a small version of a wine cork rug last night. Turned out cute, except it's small. The reason for the smallness, is that the box cutter was tearing away at my hand skin, and I just had to put a stop to the pain. I will be purchasing a saw, or some other kind of cutting device so that my next one wont be so small and wont have traces of my blood in it. (READ MORE)
Me and the Homeless Dog, Stewart hanging out by the cork rug.
Hopefully the next one will be bigger!!
(that's what she said.)
But I did drink some of them. I'm putting my creative energy and binge drinking to use! I finished a small version of a wine cork rug last night. Turned out cute, except it's small. The reason for the smallness, is that the box cutter was tearing away at my hand skin, and I just had to put a stop to the pain. I will be purchasing a saw, or some other kind of cutting device so that my next one wont be so small and wont have traces of my blood in it. (READ MORE)
Me and the Homeless Dog, Stewart hanging out by the cork rug.
Hopefully the next one will be bigger!!
(that's what she said.)
Thursday, May 19, 2011
im cant type well with a wine glass in my hand
I can't type well with a glass of wine in my hand. Yea- Put the glass down then try to blog, lady! I could just hear my neighbor's internal monologue as they stared at me through the missing planks in the fence... Yea my neighbors can see me - sitting on a lawn chair with my laptop on one side, and a glass of Ecco Domani in the other.
Well to argue that valid point, let me just tell you that I am about knee deep in the growth of my backyard (can't find the non-creepy lawn boy's number...) in a cardboard lawn chair from a 98cents store facing the glass doors to my roommate's 60inch flat screen hanging in the living room, eastern conference finals on hd, with my lap top and iphone dock plugged into an extension cord that leads into one of the only working plugs in this establishment, lit cig in my mouth, smoke burning my eyes trying to type this blog, that may or may not have had a valid conclusion had I not had this situation out in yard.
Oh yea, I have a towel on top of my head drying my hair and I'm wasn't wearing pants.
Safe to say I was making quite a spectacle of myself.
Computer starts up, I get comfortable, and then the lights and tv turn off inside and my entire electric dependent creation in the backyard goes limp. 2nd quarter - Mav's are dominating again thanks to Dirk - and the fuse goes off? Or whatever it's called, something bad happened. I have to think quick - this game is catching up, I might miss another record setting moment from the great nowitzki. Calling my dad will set me back 5-7 minutes in hellos and goodbyes. My neighbors are outside and in cartwheel distance from me - but they already hate me, I dont want them to check out my stuff and come back later and steal it. This is dumb, I've seen my dad do this before, just flip the thing in that box up or down... So here I go, venturing through the wilderness with my iPhone flashlight app (thanks for nothing, btw) to find that box with the switches. Found it, opened it - iPhone dies. (again. thanks.) Can't see the switches and crap. so I'm blindly sticking my hand into a box of electrical crap with a lit yet nearly depleted cigarette - feeling these buttons and trying to fix this humming, "one of these things is not like the other, some of these things are kinda the same..." One switch was different, so I flipped it. BOOM! ha, just kidding, there was no boom, but the lights and crap came back on. At this time, I've lost interest in my iphone's lack of luster. I sit down, listen to the low-riders zoom past, and blog!!!
Blogging, while very enjoyable to me, is a hobby somewhat lost on today's society. Everybody has participated in BLOGGING at least once or twice in their life. Oh, yes, even you Miss Sweater Vest. Blogging is just writing, like a letter or note, or in a diary (journal for those dudes who had one but calling it a diary added fuel to the 'flame'.) And then by reading this garbage blog, you are reading someone else's letter or note - with or without their permission. Without their permission made it so much better, because it was like HAHAHA I'm all up in your business now. *Full Disclosure: you cannot read this blog. It is top secret and if you read this blog without my permission, you agree to waive all rights in regards to any information named/discussed/ruined gathered after witnessing content from this blog.*
Yea, so before there was even such things as blogs, I was blogging. Just ask my best friend since highschool, Rendi. Some of our notes or shall I say 'blogs' were so amazing, she kept them in a box. We read them now 10 years later and thank God we hardly ever make those same mistakes we talked about in those notes. Not so much the being grounded all weekend, or the my little brother putting banana peels in my bed, but the mistakes with dudes. 10 years ago- after you, uh, became 'good friends' with a guy and he didn't call within the next week or two, it just meant he couldn't get on the house phone because his mom was selling Mary Kay via telephone.
Now, he doesn't call, and thats not a big deal, because lets face it, no one calls anyone anymore. But - if he doesn't text/email/facebook/skpe/yahoo messenger, after you become good friends, then that means he has a child with his live in girlfriend. He can't use any outlets because she's around and going through all his business. But as soon as 'they break up', he'll invite himself to come over, to watch a movie or something. He's on his way to your house, he'll call you after he puts a whole 5 gallons in his scooter. But you never hear anything. Two months later you get a call from him, Wow, I didn't know you were crab crawling here, I could have come to pick you up! and then he gets all confused and hangs up.
Just a random scenario off the top of my head. Not from personal experience or anything. But my life today is pretty similar in context to the high school notes between Rendi and I. I just care about these rude guys a lot more, and I can buy alcohol. It's getting better though, gotta admit. I'm kinda excited about what comes next.
This cardboard lawn chair is really sticking to my butt cheeks, so I'm gonna wrap up blog #1. My short term goals are:
1.) Invent a lap-top computer stand with cooling fans, cup holders, ash tray, and heavens to betsy, a freaking iPod dock THAT CHARGES at the same time.
2.) Calling my dad and asking if he can help me with the backyard rainforest and the missing planks in the fence.
3.) Blog more because it's healthy.
4.) Call Rendi, because talking about her makes me miss her a lot.
Well to argue that valid point, let me just tell you that I am about knee deep in the growth of my backyard (can't find the non-creepy lawn boy's number...) in a cardboard lawn chair from a 98cents store facing the glass doors to my roommate's 60inch flat screen hanging in the living room, eastern conference finals on hd, with my lap top and iphone dock plugged into an extension cord that leads into one of the only working plugs in this establishment, lit cig in my mouth, smoke burning my eyes trying to type this blog, that may or may not have had a valid conclusion had I not had this situation out in yard.
Oh yea, I have a towel on top of my head drying my hair and I'm wasn't wearing pants.
Safe to say I was making quite a spectacle of myself.
Computer starts up, I get comfortable, and then the lights and tv turn off inside and my entire electric dependent creation in the backyard goes limp. 2nd quarter - Mav's are dominating again thanks to Dirk - and the fuse goes off? Or whatever it's called, something bad happened. I have to think quick - this game is catching up, I might miss another record setting moment from the great nowitzki. Calling my dad will set me back 5-7 minutes in hellos and goodbyes. My neighbors are outside and in cartwheel distance from me - but they already hate me, I dont want them to check out my stuff and come back later and steal it. This is dumb, I've seen my dad do this before, just flip the thing in that box up or down... So here I go, venturing through the wilderness with my iPhone flashlight app (thanks for nothing, btw) to find that box with the switches. Found it, opened it - iPhone dies. (again. thanks.) Can't see the switches and crap. so I'm blindly sticking my hand into a box of electrical crap with a lit yet nearly depleted cigarette - feeling these buttons and trying to fix this humming, "one of these things is not like the other, some of these things are kinda the same..." One switch was different, so I flipped it. BOOM! ha, just kidding, there was no boom, but the lights and crap came back on. At this time, I've lost interest in my iphone's lack of luster. I sit down, listen to the low-riders zoom past, and blog!!!
Blogging, while very enjoyable to me, is a hobby somewhat lost on today's society. Everybody has participated in BLOGGING at least once or twice in their life. Oh, yes, even you Miss Sweater Vest. Blogging is just writing, like a letter or note, or in a diary (journal for those dudes who had one but calling it a diary added fuel to the 'flame'.) And then by reading this garbage blog, you are reading someone else's letter or note - with or without their permission. Without their permission made it so much better, because it was like HAHAHA I'm all up in your business now. *Full Disclosure: you cannot read this blog. It is top secret and if you read this blog without my permission, you agree to waive all rights in regards to any information named/discussed/ruined gathered after witnessing content from this blog.*
Yea, so before there was even such things as blogs, I was blogging. Just ask my best friend since highschool, Rendi. Some of our notes or shall I say 'blogs' were so amazing, she kept them in a box. We read them now 10 years later and thank God we hardly ever make those same mistakes we talked about in those notes. Not so much the being grounded all weekend, or the my little brother putting banana peels in my bed, but the mistakes with dudes. 10 years ago- after you, uh, became 'good friends' with a guy and he didn't call within the next week or two, it just meant he couldn't get on the house phone because his mom was selling Mary Kay via telephone.
Now, he doesn't call, and thats not a big deal, because lets face it, no one calls anyone anymore. But - if he doesn't text/email/facebook/skpe/yahoo messenger, after you become good friends, then that means he has a child with his live in girlfriend. He can't use any outlets because she's around and going through all his business. But as soon as 'they break up', he'll invite himself to come over, to watch a movie or something. He's on his way to your house, he'll call you after he puts a whole 5 gallons in his scooter. But you never hear anything. Two months later you get a call from him, Wow, I didn't know you were crab crawling here, I could have come to pick you up! and then he gets all confused and hangs up.
Just a random scenario off the top of my head. Not from personal experience or anything. But my life today is pretty similar in context to the high school notes between Rendi and I. I just care about these rude guys a lot more, and I can buy alcohol. It's getting better though, gotta admit. I'm kinda excited about what comes next.
This cardboard lawn chair is really sticking to my butt cheeks, so I'm gonna wrap up blog #1. My short term goals are:
1.) Invent a lap-top computer stand with cooling fans, cup holders, ash tray, and heavens to betsy, a freaking iPod dock THAT CHARGES at the same time.
2.) Calling my dad and asking if he can help me with the backyard rainforest and the missing planks in the fence.
3.) Blog more because it's healthy.
4.) Call Rendi, because talking about her makes me miss her a lot.
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