March 21, 2007
Tales From The FF 2004
I was driving to school this morning. I had been pulling an all-nighter, as it sometimes happens when you procrastinate and have your back up against a deadline. Anyway, as I was in the FF 2004 at a stoplight, blasting my current song of the hour (partly because it’s loud/fast and partly because I REALLY like it) I saw this young guy walking down the sidewalk. He had brown hair that kinda flopped over his right eye. He was probably in his early/mid twenties and was walking with a backpack on his back.
Anyway, as he was walking down the street, the bottom ripped out of his backpack and his books fell out onto the sidewalk. Papers went EVERYWHERE. I was totally amused by this situation, but responded in my usual manner: clapping my hand over my mouth as I gasped and giggled. As he was crouched down picking up papers, he happened to glance up and catch my eye. I gave him a sympathetic smile, to which I was given the BIGGEST, MOST BEAUTIFUL smile I had seen in weeks. Like, we’re talking Tom-Welling-as-Clark-Kent type of smile here. The fact that the entire situation screamed “Clark Kent” didn’t help in my analysis, I’m sure.
But it just adds to my theory: Klutzy guys = HOT.
March 19, 2007
Bullseye!
Don’t you LOVE it when you’re driving and listening to music when you realize that the song you’re listening to is a TOTAL snapshot of your life at that precise moment?
Case in point: I was driving the FF 2004 (aka my car) down the street in the town I live in. My current CD of the moment is Daughtry’s debut CD. (Please hold the booing until the end of the blog post, please.) Anyway, as I was making my way back up to my house, I heard these lyrics:
You took a hammer to these walls,
Dragged the memories down the hall,
Packed your bags and walked away.
There was nothing I could say.
And when you slammed the front door shut,
A lot of others opened up,
So did my eyes so I could see
That you never were the best for me.
Well, I never saw it coming.
I should’ve started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I’d doubt you,
I’m better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
I’m slowly getting closure.
I guess it’s really over.
I’m finally getting better.
And now I’m picking up the pieces.
I’m spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together.
‘Cause the day I thought I’d never get through,
I got over you.
Who would have thought that Daughtry would be so intuitive?
March 7, 2007
The Four Types of People That Need to DIE…
No, I haven’t read the book The Five Types of People You Meet in Heaven. I hear it’s good, but I’m not sure if it’s my thing. The type of book that I think you NEED to see on the shelves, however, is a book called The Four Types of People That Need to DIE.
For the most part, I’m a pretty gentle gal. I don’t really wish death on many people.. and mean it. There are a few, however, that manage to land on my radar:
1. The Constant Victim— Karate Kid falls into this category. I don’t really wish him any PHYSICAL harm, but the man need to die. We haven’t talked in weeks, but when I think of the way the he used to berate me about always “playing the victim” and then follow it up with a “poor me” diatribe, I want to just PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE. Preferably with a tire iron. Right. I’M always the victim here, yet I’m also the one who put myself through college and grad school on my own, with only the help of loans and the occasional pity money from Mom & Dad. I’m two months shy of graduating from professional school… what is he doing? Selling pool tables. But that’s not his fault… rrriiigght. Maybe if you’d lay off the bong and get some ambition back, you could get your OWN degree, instead of simply staring longingly at mine. But I’m the victim.
2. The “Frien-emy”— Carrie goes into the politics of a “frien-emy” to quite some detail on Sex and the City. It’s basically the “friend” who keeps her knife hidden, but will firmly plant it in you the second your back is turned. I haven’t had any of these in years, thankfully, but I remember my main “frien-emy.” Her name was Jamie. She was a bee-yotch. She put on this facade of being my best friend, and then would try to steal my boyfriends behind my back. It worked a few times and I was stupid enough to think that it was totally innocent. Then I dated a boy I’ll call Perfect 10, because I have YET to find a guy that measures up to him. For some reason, Jamie HATED Perfect 10 with the fire of a thousand suns. My friends all pressured me to break up with Perfect 10… and it was high school, so I was stupid and did it. It was only LAST WEEK that I realized the reason Jamie hated Perfect 10; she had come on to him and he shot her down. I don’t know what’s worse: The fact that I dumped the only perfect 10 I have ever known, or the fact that it took me over 10 years to figure out what in the hell actually happened. In any case, I don’t know where Jamie is today, but I hope she’s in a lot of pain. Bee-yotch. (And no, I don’t wish any harm on Perfect 10. He didn’t do anything wrong. I’m the dumbass who dumped him. I’m sure he’s happily married somewhere, to some lucky girl. DAMMIT!)
3. People Who Cut You Off In Traffic, Only to Make a Right Turn 20 Seconds Later— This is self-explanatory. I’m not advocating traffic accidents here, but it would be fun to do a NASCAR-style bump into the back of their cars… just to remind them that you witnessed their act of stupidity.
4. Slow Baristas at Starbucks— I understand there’s a line. I understand that you’re busy. But did you REALLY have to take that extra minute to STOP WORKING and start TEXT MESSAGING YOUR BOYFRIEND?!?! When you’ve got a line of people almost out the door? Really? It’s not like we had to get to work or school or anything. That scathing look my professor shot me when I walked into class 5 minutes late was totally worth your little “LOL!” to your boyfriend.
Feel free to add your own to the list…
March 6, 2007
Suuuushhhhiiii….
Yep. A monster has been created. I’m like a zombie who wants some braaaiiinnnnsss….
Anyone guess what I’m having for dinner tonight? 
March 5, 2007
SICK!
I’m watching Gilmore Girls right now. I’m not sure if this is widely known, but Sebastian Bach (of Skid Row fame) guests quite a bit on the show, playing *no duh* a musician. Anyway, in the episode that I’m watching right now, his band is doing a cover of Gwen Stefani’s “Hollaback Girl.”
The sick part? It’s BETTER than the original.
Oh, I need help…
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