I feel like I've been "letting myself go" since I've been in school and am really anxious to start having free time again. Free time that doesn't need to be spent doing homework. Next semester I don't have a single night class and am anticipating spending my evenings at the gym. I was going to say nights but I'm pretty sure I have a bed at home that would be far more comfortable than sleeping on a treadmill.
2010. That's my alleged graduation date. Two more years of being a full-time worker and part-time student. Lord help me.
MORAL OF THAT STORY: There's a reason you should go to college after high school. It's to avoid being me.
- I don't know why but this "scandalous" picture of Disney star Miley Cyrus
- UPDATE: I guess I am not the only one.
- Britney is scheduled to make a second appearance on How I Met Your Mother that is to air on my birthday - May 12th.
- My birthday? Is 13 days away.
- Last night at the market there was a homey that had "I Love Clitoris" tattooed on his neck. I would have tried to get a secret camera pic but if he'd have caught me I may not be here blogging about it right now.
How about some TMI now...
1. Early bird or night owl?
Early to bed, early to rise.
2. Where was the first place you ever had sex?
Someone's garage. There was a bed there, mind you, but it was still someone's garage.
3. On a scale of 1-10, how happy are you? (1 is lowest, 10 is highest)
I'm going to say I'm a 9 right now. I'd be a 10 if Buzz was up here.
4. Are you more submissive or dominant?
5. Do you believe in love at first sight?
I believe in lust in first sight.
Bonus (as in optional): Describe your bed time habits. What side do you sleep on? What do you usual wear? Any night time rituals?
I sleep all over my very own full sized bed. Naked. Generally with the TV on. After taking my medications.
Baby Mama definitely brought the laughs but Buzz apparently found it very predictable because on at least two separate occasions he pretty much blurted out what would happen next. I, on the other hand, try not to read too far into a movie and just enjoy myself (edit: when it comes to movies like this). Which I did. Tina Fey and Amy Poehler are a fantastic comedic duo. The script is mediocre at best but they make it work. Just looking at these two gorgeous, hilarious, intelligent women kept a smile on my face the entire running time of the movie.
Do I think you should see it? Sure. An air conditioned matinee is nice on one of the hottest days of April in Oxnard. Free is nicer. I don't know that I'd drop the ten bucks to see it on a date night though. Be sure to keep an eye out for Sigourney Weaver if you do go. It's nice to see her on the big screen again.
OH! And one more thing...
TWO MORE WEEKS
I guess it's about high time I throw up the 411 about my romantic weekend away with Buzz. Destination: Disneyland. After beating him to the hotel, we proceeded to the Magic Kingdom for a full day's worth of fun and frolicking. I feared the perma-grin I was rocking would lead peeps to believe I was "special" but I think I pulled it off. This is the first trip I was able to see the new and improved Finding Nemo Submarines, I highly recommend it. The cute factor was frickin' high that day. We hardly hit a line that lasted longer than 30 minutes. We held hands all day. I know, I know. If you need to take a second to gag on the saccharine that is my story I won't mind. And now onto the snippets:
- McDonald's has strategically placed kiosks that sell only french fries. Yeah. They do. Be sure to remember that the next time you are looking for a cheeseburger and end up waiting in line for NOTHING BUT FRIES which we didn't even end up getting.
- There is NO LIQUOR SERVED at the Disneyland theme park. Downtown Disney - yes. California Adventure - yes. The Blue Bayou fine dining restaurant in the Pirates of the Caribbean ride - NO. And Buzz will inform you of this from the top of his lungs across the waiting room and you will do the alcoholic's walk of shame out the door, abandoning the reservations you made nearly a week in advance.
- So obviously we bailed and headed to Downtown Disney for some pre-dinner beverage imbibing and appetizer consumption. The Asian chicken wings at the ESPN Zone kick ass. So does Fat Tire on tap. In fact, the whole experience there was so lovely that when we left, Buzz exchanged high fives with the entire bar staff and patrons while I was already out the door. Keep the high five alive!!!
- Dinner was at the Rainforest Cafe. Dudes: bacon wrapped shrimp stuffed with crab and drizzled with a four cheese sauce. Delectable. Blinky cup? Fucking rad. Animatronic gorilla right next to our table? A bit much.
- After muchas cervezas we headed back to the Hilton to check in and then took a cab a whole 2 blocks back to Disneyland where we accosted people in line for the Indiana Jones ride. People, whatever you do, do not rock a Detroit hat unless you are from there. Buzz will call you out.
- The prime time to hop on Splash Mountain is at night when the rest of the park peeps have their eyes on the fireworks. However, you will be DRENCHED and it will not be warm. Soaking wet jeans and walking don't mix. No sir.
- When booking an out of town trip, be sure to note if there will be a cheerleading competition at the convention center directly outside your hotel. If you don't? You will send your boyfriend down to the lobby for some Starbucks only to have him gone for nearly an hour while you are pacing the room wondering WTF could have possibly happened to him from the room to the lobby and back. Cheertastic!
- Breakfast at the LaBrea Bakery in Downtown Disney is a must. Mmm... Quiche Lorraine. Mmm... mimosas. Mmm... sourdough toast.
- California Adventure? Meh. 3-D shows are fun (Yay Muppets! Yay Bug's Life!) but the rest of it was sort of anticlimactic. Or it could have just been burnout since Saturday rocked socks.
- Buzz knocked down little thingies with baseballs and won me a leopard. Well... first three tiny leopards which I had to exchange for a biggun. Hooray!
And that's that in a nutshell. I will try not to turn this into a boyfriend blog sort of like I tried not to let it turn into a nephew blog. But it's fresh and new and love is in the air and everywhere I look around.
On a side note? How gorgeous did Mila Kunis of That 70s Show fame get all of a sudden? I'd take her over Angelina Jolie any day! For some added flavor, Kenneth the Page and Paul Rudd grace us with their presence, too. The jokes are flying fast and furious but the story actually manages to be romantic and touching and throws in a little "moral of the story" action regarding relationships as well without being too much.
I really loved everyone in and everything about this movie. Thought for a second I'd have to revive Buzz with an oxygen tank because he laughed so hard but it never came to that. Frankly, he and I laughed harder than anyone else in the theater. Perhaps it was because of the mimosa at breakfast but I will say this: Forgetting Sarah Marshall is a must see.
MORAL OF THAT STORY: Sometimes sneaking in a movie to break up the theme park monotony is essential.
tineh ponehs making it onto Cute Overload, it's still high on my list of shit I want to brag about. So there you have it. Maybe this hobby o'mine will turn into something more...
MORAL OF THAT STORY: Do rather than speak. You'll see results faster that way.
P.S. 26 more days
There will be no "OMGSTFU" for you. No. I will actually spell it out. Oh my God, shut the fuck up! Are you kidding me? Do you not have a job? How old are you? Teenagers? Alone and renting an apartment unsupervised for the first time? Well guess what. I'm old as shit and I don't want to hear you bumping Art Laboe shout outs and Zapp & Roger on a school night until well past midnight. I just don't. When I am in the sanctuary that is my home I prefer listening to my own TV and my own music. Not yours. I don't know if you've picked up on it yet but the walls that separate us are paper thin. And that thing outside your door is no balcony. No. It's merely a second story walkway to your apartment. It's not yours. K? It's all of ours. A community pathway for the five doors of our neighbors whom I happen to be nestled right in the middle of. What that translates to is: Don't stand outside my open window popping the tops off your beer bottles and letting them clank to the concrete ground whilst spitting obscenities in your outside voice. And while you are at it? Let the girls and boys playing inside know that screaming is simply not suitable for the indoors. I've already knocked on your door and banged on your wall. I've called the apartment manager. Next time I'm bringing in the big guns and calling the OPD. You've been warned.
One pissed off bitch.
MORAL OF THAT STORY: There's this thing called an "indoor voice." Use it.
"Miss Whack, I'd like to get a $30,000 loan to take a holiday."
Patty looks at the frog in disbelief and asks his name. The frog says his name is Kermit Jagger, his dad is Mick Jagger, and that it's okay, he knows the bank manager.
Patty explains that he will need to secure the loan with some collateral.
The frog says, "Sure. I have this," and produces a tiny porcelain elephant, about an inch tall, bright pink and perfectly formed.
Very confused, Patty explains that she'll have to consult with the bank manager and disappears into a back office.
She finds the manager and says, "There's a frog called Kermit Jagger out there who claims to know you and wants to borrow $30,000, and he wants to use this as collateral."
She holds up the tiny pink elephant. "I mean, what in the world is this?"
The bank manager looks back at her and says...
"It's a knickknack, Patty Whack. Give the frog a loan. His old man's a Rolling Stone."
MORAL OF THAT STORY: All play and no work makes for a mad dash scramble to git'r'done.
ADDENDUM: fuckinginternetbullshitnopowerpointhavingmothereffer. I can't do it, Captain. Bummer.