saturday, july 17
before you read on despite common sense i decided to write an entry right now. hence i am blatantly ignoring the blurred vision and budding headache right now. therefore, don't expect any wonders. i'm just typing coz i'm dumb and stubborn and too lazy to walk home already.
scary facts: a few hours ago human population reached 6 billion. madonna's latest song "beautiful stranger" was played 2 462 times on brittish radio last week, beating the previous record set Žby cher's "believe." a seinfeld spinoff may be in the works - for the attorney guy, jackie chiles. in jackie chiles own words: "i'm shocked and chagrined." i'm more interested in rhys ifans, the guy who plays the whacky hideous welsh guy in notting hill than i am in hugh grant or julia roberts.
featured rant I: oh just writing that last fact reminded me of something. okay, remember that huge enormous deal that was made of the fact that julia roberts doesn't shave her arm pits even for a movie premiere? well, that was pretty neat to me because i don't really like julia roberts that much (too many teeth), but that kind of made me think "hey cool"... ... what isn't cool is that all of a sudden media's acting as if she invented the whole "no shaving" thing. i read just yesterday that tons of girls are following "in julia's footsteps" and it pisses me off a bit. why is it julia roberts gets treated as the biggest rollmodel all of a sudden for budding feminism (heh), when paula coles got this massive disgusted response? is it all in the amount of hair? it's okay not to shave if you can sport tiny pale tufts with your evening gown, but repulsive if you happen to be hairier and darker than that? bah. now, personally, i don't often shave anything. yes, you heard right. it's not a big deal for me - it's mostly that i'm too lazy and it doesn't seem to make a lot of sense. it also helps that i shower regularly, and isn't a very hairy person. does that mean i'm now a julia roberts wannabe? no. or that i'm a husky scary feminazi? no. will i ever shave ever ever? possibly - it's a random thing for me that comes in spurts. i have no problem admitting that should a romantic interest suggest they'd like me to shave here and there, i'd probably do it, but then i would do it out of the same curtesy i'd expect back from them when i request them to shave off facial hair. argh. i guess i'm just a bit frustrated. hey now - where'you going? was it something i... said? featured rant II: i've been told on occasion that i have a really bad view of guys. well duh, no! that's not it - i believe there are plenty of nice guys out there, like seth green (i can't believe immy likes him too, gush, gush) or rhys ifans or what not. see, the thing you have to understand is this: i have a ten year older brother. i've lived wall to wall with said brother for tons of years. i've heard it all. i've especially heard him and his friends the day after a party talking about slimey women friends of theirs went home with the night before who they themselves wouldn't touch with a ten foot stick because "oh man she's such a whore she's slept with at least 10 people i know". i've also been through it all too many times what happens when my brother throws a party at our apartement. apparently, party means having 7 thirty-somethings play really, really loud things, like bruce springsteen songs or buffalo soldier or red, red wiiiine.. it means 7 thirty-somethings forget vocal control completely to a point where everything is shouted. it means weird comeon's from hyper drunk asses in the kitchen while i'm making myself a sandwhich. but most of all, it means me turning into this prissy bitch. considering i'm ten years younger than they are, they act as if i'm their old lady neighbour come to pester them to "keep it down!" actually, that's precisely what i do pester them about, but i do it a lot more bitchily. hence, most guys in their thirties that's ever been at a party at our house believes i'm always an acidic bitch. it's pretty funny :) yesterday they all of a sudden began to stomp on the floor (i was downstairs watching the telly - british crime thing with rhys. hehe.) severely. like, five minutes of grown drunk men JUMPING up and down on the same spot while falling over laughing. i'm sure they were having fun, but see - their inane jumping made my tv's reception behave very epileptic. hence, i called up and cussed at my brother to stop. after he hang up i got the response in the form of a very loud thump right above my head that managed to turn my television set off. at which point i ran to the stairs and hollered a 3 minute long cuss-session, ending with "..you spineless drunken fucking over aged pathetic losers!!" the response was "yeah yeah, we're pathetic" and turning up la vida loca three notches. bah. males.
lastly: a moment of joy a friend in north carolina remembered my cries of dispair a few weeks ago and taped the season finale of buffy the vampire slayer for me. doh! that just made me totally melt. i'll go tend to my headache right now. go read em or immy now, okay? good. |
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