Dave (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dysthymia83) wrote,@ 2007-09-22 19:39:00 |
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All Those Hearts Laid Open To Sting
“I tell you how I feel, but you don’t care.
I say tell me the truth, but you don’t dare.
You say love is a hell you cannot bear.
And I say gimme mine back and then go there - for all I care.”
So I wrote a little blurb of an entry this week (small for me, but probably the length of most people’s blogs....quiet guy sure loves to type). I don’t have much to expand upon in the crush department. I spoke to her on the phone today, and I sucked. She’s interesting and funny and have a ton of interesting stories and anecdotes and I love listening to her....and I can barely think of anything to say. It must be as fun for her as talking to a wall. Occasionally I’ll nervously laugh, or laugh at a genuine funny comment, try to interject a bit of humor or a comment that will drive forth the conversation. And damn if SHE doesn’t try. Most people would end the call after 5 minutes of a silent, uninteresting person on the other end, but she sticks with me til either I have to go or she has a legitimate reason to hang up. At least there aren’t too many mutual silences, since she does usually have stuff to talk about, but I just have a hard time contributing to the conversation. And if I do come up with something to say I second guess myself : is it really just uninteresting blather? Is the joke not funny or too dirty? And since my life is boring, I never have any stories to give her, whereas she knows a lot of people and has cool stuff to share. Really, I don’t know why she keeps calling me when she can’t be getting anything out of this. I hate talking on the phone, but by and large I like it when she calls, the only drawbacks being occasionally her cell reception is lousy and her voice gets lost in static and crackles, and I hate holding the phone up to my ear for long periods of time. Plus, my mom is nosey and she seems to be finding excuses to be near my room when I’m on the phone, because when you’re suddenly on the phone once a week or so after almost 11 months of no phone conversations at home whatsoever, and a girl’s voice on the machine while screening asking for me, well she knows there’s a new girl her son likes...since I don’t answer the phone for anyone else, lol. Sure, I could just close my door, but that would only confirm her suspicions and would probably have her ear pressed to the door. It’s hard to be yourself on the phone with 3rd parties listening in.
I don’t know, I guess it doesn’t really matter if she’s not interested in me romantically anyway...so it’s not like my poor phone skills are going to turn off someone who was never attracted to you in the first place, but it still paints me as a much more boring guy than I am (though I am admittedly more boring than most people....you probably feel asleep reading this....so I can write anything I want and no one will know : my crush’s name is fdkjfhijwhijwhkjwjfiw.....ok, I’m not that stupid, someone’s bored enough to read this shit. Hell if I know why, lol). I wish I were as good at expressing myself verbally as I am in these blogs. These long-ass entries are the equivalent of talking up a storm, and arguably, while most of my stuff isn’t all that interesting, some of the stuff I write about has to be worth listening to if people keep reading. So how do I turn Dave at the keyboard into Dave on the phone? Or Dave in person, for that matter, even though, much as I wish to, I’m not going to meet my crush in person.....unless she miraculously began considering dating me. And even then the distance and my driving phobia would prohibit a single get-together, let alone extended “dates”. So really, all of this is moot. But it’s only a matter of time before she gets bored with me anyway and the calls stop and the online chats stop, and she’s currently looking for a bf and she’s not going to have trouble finding one and then they’ll REALLY stop because she’ll be out and about. At least I’ll be able to stay internet friends with her when she does start dating again, whereas if we were real friends and I had a crush I’d be too hurt and jealous to continue a friendship. So I won’t be jealous...maybe a little hurt still, but only because my stupid ass got his hopes up despite his better judgement.
Still, I’m bound to have similar problems with other girls I may yet have a shot with. People tend to talk on the phone before they meet, at least if they initially “met” online (which is so far the only way I know to meet women that works for me), and if I suck on the phone, girls aren’t going to want to take chance and meet Mr.Silence in person. Where’s Hitch when you need him, lol. Maybe I would have even had a chance with my crush earlier on if I had been better on the phone and in online conversations back when we first met. Fuck it, you can “maybe” history til everything’s different, and it doesn’t do anyone any good. But unless I plan on dating deaf girls who can’t read lips or do sign language, I need to seriously improve my conversation skills if I ever hope to get dates. If a relationship develops, I get better because once you know a person you know what jokes they like and don’t, what topics you can discuss and which will bore them, how many compliments are just right versus overkill and desperate, etc. With my last 2 gfs it started out with horrible phone convos and online chats, and a rocky few first dates, but by the time you’re the 3rd date in or so, you get into a rhythm and from then on in I didn’t have to force myself to talk or over-think what I was going to say. I wish I could skip the beginning stuff and jump right into the middle of a relationship, because that’s usually when I’m funny and charming and sweet and fun to be with.
“There are few things more fetching than a bruised ego on a beautiful angel”
It does suck to be alone, though. Yes, my isolation is partially self-imposed, like when I turn down invitations from my crush to go to a club, but I explained in my last entry why I made that decision. Not many people read the last entry, which is odd since I thought a short entry would get more readers than my long-ass novel ones, but apparently not. The entry prior to it was so long I had to split it up into 2 parts on Open Diary, but that was my most read entry on Fubar yet....I think that entry and the entry before it were so popular because they had pictures in it, lol. I should put pics in more of my entries and I might see my readership go through the roof. But aside from meeting my crush in real life leading to disaster because then my feelings for her would likely explode into things scarily approaching the L-word, and the loud music hindering conversation, and the 300 schoolgirls making me uncomfortably aroused, and the dealing with every guy in the club looking at her because on top of being an all around amazing woman she happens to be as hot as Georgia asphalt (kudos to whomever knows what movie that references)....my only regret in NOT going is that it would have been an opportunity to dance with her. Sure, I can’t dance to save my life (I’m pretty good at slow dancing, but Club Hell isn’t exactly a slow-dance club....though I suppose I could have slipped the DJ a few bucks to play “Number 1 Crush” by Garbage or another of the few slow songs they might have at the club that wouldn’t cause the other patrons to riot if it were played), but that would still be a 3-4 minute period where it would have been just us and the music and nothing else. No need to worry about what to say or distractions or competing attentions in a hyper kinetic frenzy of people talking at you and drinking....just two people a foot or less away from each other locking eyes and swaying to the beat. That might have been nice.
So since I have explained why a club would not be a good place to meet a girl even if there WERE a chance of something there, what do I think WOULD be a good place for a first meeting or first date? Well, I have not had many first dates, so all of them have taken place at either the movies or the mall (sometimes both, since my local movie theater is at a mall). Obviously the movies are good because they are my favorite place on earth to be, though they do have drawbacks for dates since there’s not much talking (as much as I suck at talking, there needs to at least be an opportunity to share information..another reason clubs or bars suck...loud music makes a hard thing, talking to someone new, about 1000Xs harder). Also, there’s always the awkwardness of how you sit. Is it too presumptuous to hold hands soon? How long do have to date before it’s ok to put your arm around her at the movies? The mall worked out better for me. My best first date was the one I had with my last gf, Alysa, which was also on Valentine’s Day (2006). If you get antsy you can walk and window shop, if you get hungry you have a food court, if you just want to talk you can sit on a bench and chat, if there’s a movie store I can impress with my movie-geek knowledge of every film they have in stock (to a lesser extent this works for me in the book store), if you want somewhere quiet of possibly kiss-worthy there’s a vast field of empty parking lot (never have kissed a girl at the mall, though. My perfect kiss would still be like something out of “Great Expectations” where it’s a passionate kiss outside in the middle of the pouring rain). Aside from that, places I haven’t tried would be a cemetery (I know for a fact some girls find them romantic....and these girls tend to be the same girls I find attractive), the park (I used to go to the crappy park in my hometown with my ex-gf Amanda, which was pretty fun), the Comedy Connection (a local comedy club I have only been to once, mainly because I am uncomfortable driving there), and the woods (though most girls won’t go into the woods with some guy they just met, just in case he might be Feely McRapenstein).
Ok, I’ll stop the woe is me whining about crushings and my in ability to attract women until the next entry. I went to the movies today and saw “Resident Evil 3". I gave it a C+. While it was a definite improvement over the horrendous part 2, it wasn’t all that good. The reasons it doesn’t get a lower grade are because it has some beautifully shot desert exteriors (sand really does photograph quite well on film), and it is kinda fun with some half-way decent action. Like the previous 2 films, it never really capitalizes on it’s zombie subject matter. (The make-up for zombies is ok, but otherwise the concept of a zombie apocalypse is wasted in the entire film series, which is more concerned with 2-dimension characters, odd Doom-like monsters, ultra-blatant attacks on giant corporations (“Robocop” did it so much better with OCP then RE has ever done with the Umbrella Corporation) than the zombies. Though I did enjoy the zombie birds in this installment. Their attack on the heroes of the film is the highlight of the movie. The runner-up for highlight of the film? A shot featuring close to 300 hundred naked Milla Jovovitch clones. I wish I had an army of those. But I would use them for love, not war. Wait, did I say love? I meant freaky, dirty circus sex. I always confuse those two, lol. Tomorrow I might go see “Good Luck Chuck”. I HATE Dane Cook and think his stand-up is about as funny as gang rape, but the film has a cool premise, that every girl a guy sleeps with ends up marrying the guy she dates right after they shtoop....which is fine for the guy who has women lining up to do him until he meets a girl he actually wants to keep and falls in love with. In the film this is played by Jessica Alba, who plays a character I would be attracted to for 2 reasons : 1 is that she looks like Jessica Alba, lol. The other is that the girl is obsessed with penguins. I LOOOVE penguins. According to my stepdad’s nephew, who was in my bedroom recently messing up all my stuff, I have 15 penguins in my bedroom. Yes, the annoying little boy counted my penguins in between jumping on my bed and shooting a sticky freezy pop onto my stuffed South Park characters. What is also cool is that the character she plays wears penguin panties, which is worth noting because one time one of my therapists had a notebook I had written with some of my depressed ramblings from back at the height of my depression, and in the margins I had idly written “I want a girl with penguin panties”, which lead to the shrink asking me in a very serious voice, “why do you want a girl with penguin panties?” It was kind of embarrassing since I was there to work on serious issues and I had to explain why I scribbled odd sex humor in the margins of my suicidal rantings. In hindsight it’s funny, hence my sharing it with you now.
I bought a shitload of DVDs this week:. Tarantino’s half of “Grindhouse”, “Death Proof”. It sucks that they are releasing both halves of the film separately and without the fake trailers, but at least both halves will be longer, unrated cuts, and they still have the fake film damage to them. I also got volume 5 of “Family Guy”, the 20th anniversary edition of “Wall Street” (I had forgotten how much I love that movie), the 30th anniversary edition of “Saturday Night Fever”, which features Travolta’s only good performance....He is a horrible actor who has been lucky to have been in some excellent movies so no one realizes how much he sucks. I also bought the 10th anniversary edition of “Face/Off”, which illustrates my point perfectly when you see a great actor, Nic Cage, play the same two roles Travolta does, so you can see side by side how a great actor and a shitty actor handle the same exact character. But of course the film is awesome so it’s easy to miss how much Travolta is hamming it up and stinking up the joint. Still, I also purchased “Staying Alive”, so you could argue I must not hate him too much if I bought 3 of his films on DVD in one week. Aside from DVDs, I used a gift certificate from my B-day last month to buy the greatest hits album of the band Live. My fav song of theirs, “White Discussion” isn’t on the CD, but it came with a bonus DVD which had that song’s music video. Oh, and I got the new “Dexter” book, though I am not finished yet with book 2 (which is excellent and much better than book 1). Next week “Knocked Up” is on DVD, and I already pre-ordered it.
Most of the season premieres start this week, but the only shows premiering that I plan to watch are “Simpsons”, “Family Guy”, and “Heroes”. “Lost” doesn’t come back until February. **pouts** Shows that are already in the middle of new episodes that I watch are Bill Maher and “Tell Me You Love Me” (both on HBO). “Nip/Tuck” isn’t back until late October.
Monday at work should be interesting. I won’t have to talk to a single customer because I will be in an all day meeting...something about customer service. That’s right, no taking phone calls from retards, no cubicle....just a notepad, sitting around a table in a meeting room for 8 hours. It will either be fun or boring, but it beats dealing with customers....thus making it ironic that it is about customer service, lol. Only 5 people from my department are going to it, so I don’t know why I was one of the lucky five.
It’s almost October. The last 3 days or so have been hot, but prior to that it was getting pretty nippy out there. But it was cool because I got to wear my ultra comfy Homer Simpsons PJ pants to bed. The pants feature Homer in his usual clothes with a tie and the words “what you see is what you get”. They were one of the presents my mom got me for my B-Day and they are made of the same material my Homer and Stewie boxer shorts are. Still, it does suck that before you know it New England winter will be hear and it will be snow and starting your car early and dark at 4 PM. Ugh. Fuck winter. I want it April and Spring with rain and 72 degrees every goddamn day. Where do I have to move geographically to get that?
I can’t think of anything else to write about. Since, as I mentioned earlier, people seem to be reading my entries more when there are pics, I will post a pic. Following the pic will be the lyrics to a Natalie Imbruglia song, which isn’t related to my crush but I feel like posting because I’m feeling sappy. Until next time, get to work on cloning me some naked Milla Jovovitchs!
WRONG IMPRESSION
By: Natalie Imbruglia
Calling out, calling out
Haven’t you wondered?
Why I’m always alone when you’re in my dreams?
Calling out calling out
Haven’t you wondered?
Why you’re finding it hard just looking at me?
I want you but I want you to understand
I need you, I love you
Didn’t wanna leave you with the wrong impression
Didn’t wanna leave you with my last confession
Yeah, of love
Wasn’t trying to pull you in the wrong direction
All I wanna do is try and make a connection
Yeah, of love
Falling out, falling out
Have you ever wondered?
If this is ever more than a crazy idea
Falling out, falling out
Have you ever wondered?
What we could have been if you ever let me in
I want you but I want you to understand
I miss you, I love you
Didn’t wanna leave you with the wrong impression
Didn’t wanna leave you with my life’s confession
Yeah, of love
Wasn’t trying to pull you in the wrong direction
All I wanna do is try and make a connection
Yeah, of love
Have you ever wondered?
“I tell you how I feel, but you don’t care.
I say tell me the truth, but you don’t dare.
You say love is a hell you cannot bear.
And I say gimme mine back and then go there - for all I care.”
So I wrote a little blurb of an entry this week (small for me, but probably the length of most people’s blogs....quiet guy sure loves to type). I don’t have much to expand upon in the crush department. I spoke to her on the phone today, and I sucked. She’s interesting and funny and have a ton of interesting stories and anecdotes and I love listening to her....and I can barely think of anything to say. It must be as fun for her as talking to a wall. Occasionally I’ll nervously laugh, or laugh at a genuine funny comment, try to interject a bit of humor or a comment that will drive forth the conversation. And damn if SHE doesn’t try. Most people would end the call after 5 minutes of a silent, uninteresting person on the other end, but she sticks with me til either I have to go or she has a legitimate reason to hang up. At least there aren’t too many mutual silences, since she does usually have stuff to talk about, but I just have a hard time contributing to the conversation. And if I do come up with something to say I second guess myself : is it really just uninteresting blather? Is the joke not funny or too dirty? And since my life is boring, I never have any stories to give her, whereas she knows a lot of people and has cool stuff to share. Really, I don’t know why she keeps calling me when she can’t be getting anything out of this. I hate talking on the phone, but by and large I like it when she calls, the only drawbacks being occasionally her cell reception is lousy and her voice gets lost in static and crackles, and I hate holding the phone up to my ear for long periods of time. Plus, my mom is nosey and she seems to be finding excuses to be near my room when I’m on the phone, because when you’re suddenly on the phone once a week or so after almost 11 months of no phone conversations at home whatsoever, and a girl’s voice on the machine while screening asking for me, well she knows there’s a new girl her son likes...since I don’t answer the phone for anyone else, lol. Sure, I could just close my door, but that would only confirm her suspicions and would probably have her ear pressed to the door. It’s hard to be yourself on the phone with 3rd parties listening in.
I don’t know, I guess it doesn’t really matter if she’s not interested in me romantically anyway...so it’s not like my poor phone skills are going to turn off someone who was never attracted to you in the first place, but it still paints me as a much more boring guy than I am (though I am admittedly more boring than most people....you probably feel asleep reading this....so I can write anything I want and no one will know : my crush’s name is fdkjfhijwhijwhkjwjfiw.....ok, I’m not that stupid, someone’s bored enough to read this shit. Hell if I know why, lol). I wish I were as good at expressing myself verbally as I am in these blogs. These long-ass entries are the equivalent of talking up a storm, and arguably, while most of my stuff isn’t all that interesting, some of the stuff I write about has to be worth listening to if people keep reading. So how do I turn Dave at the keyboard into Dave on the phone? Or Dave in person, for that matter, even though, much as I wish to, I’m not going to meet my crush in person.....unless she miraculously began considering dating me. And even then the distance and my driving phobia would prohibit a single get-together, let alone extended “dates”. So really, all of this is moot. But it’s only a matter of time before she gets bored with me anyway and the calls stop and the online chats stop, and she’s currently looking for a bf and she’s not going to have trouble finding one and then they’ll REALLY stop because she’ll be out and about. At least I’ll be able to stay internet friends with her when she does start dating again, whereas if we were real friends and I had a crush I’d be too hurt and jealous to continue a friendship. So I won’t be jealous...maybe a little hurt still, but only because my stupid ass got his hopes up despite his better judgement.
Still, I’m bound to have similar problems with other girls I may yet have a shot with. People tend to talk on the phone before they meet, at least if they initially “met” online (which is so far the only way I know to meet women that works for me), and if I suck on the phone, girls aren’t going to want to take chance and meet Mr.Silence in person. Where’s Hitch when you need him, lol. Maybe I would have even had a chance with my crush earlier on if I had been better on the phone and in online conversations back when we first met. Fuck it, you can “maybe” history til everything’s different, and it doesn’t do anyone any good. But unless I plan on dating deaf girls who can’t read lips or do sign language, I need to seriously improve my conversation skills if I ever hope to get dates. If a relationship develops, I get better because once you know a person you know what jokes they like and don’t, what topics you can discuss and which will bore them, how many compliments are just right versus overkill and desperate, etc. With my last 2 gfs it started out with horrible phone convos and online chats, and a rocky few first dates, but by the time you’re the 3rd date in or so, you get into a rhythm and from then on in I didn’t have to force myself to talk or over-think what I was going to say. I wish I could skip the beginning stuff and jump right into the middle of a relationship, because that’s usually when I’m funny and charming and sweet and fun to be with.
“There are few things more fetching than a bruised ego on a beautiful angel”
It does suck to be alone, though. Yes, my isolation is partially self-imposed, like when I turn down invitations from my crush to go to a club, but I explained in my last entry why I made that decision. Not many people read the last entry, which is odd since I thought a short entry would get more readers than my long-ass novel ones, but apparently not. The entry prior to it was so long I had to split it up into 2 parts on Open Diary, but that was my most read entry on Fubar yet....I think that entry and the entry before it were so popular because they had pictures in it, lol. I should put pics in more of my entries and I might see my readership go through the roof. But aside from meeting my crush in real life leading to disaster because then my feelings for her would likely explode into things scarily approaching the L-word, and the loud music hindering conversation, and the 300 schoolgirls making me uncomfortably aroused, and the dealing with every guy in the club looking at her because on top of being an all around amazing woman she happens to be as hot as Georgia asphalt (kudos to whomever knows what movie that references)....my only regret in NOT going is that it would have been an opportunity to dance with her. Sure, I can’t dance to save my life (I’m pretty good at slow dancing, but Club Hell isn’t exactly a slow-dance club....though I suppose I could have slipped the DJ a few bucks to play “Number 1 Crush” by Garbage or another of the few slow songs they might have at the club that wouldn’t cause the other patrons to riot if it were played), but that would still be a 3-4 minute period where it would have been just us and the music and nothing else. No need to worry about what to say or distractions or competing attentions in a hyper kinetic frenzy of people talking at you and drinking....just two people a foot or less away from each other locking eyes and swaying to the beat. That might have been nice.
So since I have explained why a club would not be a good place to meet a girl even if there WERE a chance of something there, what do I think WOULD be a good place for a first meeting or first date? Well, I have not had many first dates, so all of them have taken place at either the movies or the mall (sometimes both, since my local movie theater is at a mall). Obviously the movies are good because they are my favorite place on earth to be, though they do have drawbacks for dates since there’s not much talking (as much as I suck at talking, there needs to at least be an opportunity to share information..another reason clubs or bars suck...loud music makes a hard thing, talking to someone new, about 1000Xs harder). Also, there’s always the awkwardness of how you sit. Is it too presumptuous to hold hands soon? How long do have to date before it’s ok to put your arm around her at the movies? The mall worked out better for me. My best first date was the one I had with my last gf, Alysa, which was also on Valentine’s Day (2006). If you get antsy you can walk and window shop, if you get hungry you have a food court, if you just want to talk you can sit on a bench and chat, if there’s a movie store I can impress with my movie-geek knowledge of every film they have in stock (to a lesser extent this works for me in the book store), if you want somewhere quiet of possibly kiss-worthy there’s a vast field of empty parking lot (never have kissed a girl at the mall, though. My perfect kiss would still be like something out of “Great Expectations” where it’s a passionate kiss outside in the middle of the pouring rain). Aside from that, places I haven’t tried would be a cemetery (I know for a fact some girls find them romantic....and these girls tend to be the same girls I find attractive), the park (I used to go to the crappy park in my hometown with my ex-gf Amanda, which was pretty fun), the Comedy Connection (a local comedy club I have only been to once, mainly because I am uncomfortable driving there), and the woods (though most girls won’t go into the woods with some guy they just met, just in case he might be Feely McRapenstein).
Ok, I’ll stop the woe is me whining about crushings and my in ability to attract women until the next entry. I went to the movies today and saw “Resident Evil 3". I gave it a C+. While it was a definite improvement over the horrendous part 2, it wasn’t all that good. The reasons it doesn’t get a lower grade are because it has some beautifully shot desert exteriors (sand really does photograph quite well on film), and it is kinda fun with some half-way decent action. Like the previous 2 films, it never really capitalizes on it’s zombie subject matter. (The make-up for zombies is ok, but otherwise the concept of a zombie apocalypse is wasted in the entire film series, which is more concerned with 2-dimension characters, odd Doom-like monsters, ultra-blatant attacks on giant corporations (“Robocop” did it so much better with OCP then RE has ever done with the Umbrella Corporation) than the zombies. Though I did enjoy the zombie birds in this installment. Their attack on the heroes of the film is the highlight of the movie. The runner-up for highlight of the film? A shot featuring close to 300 hundred naked Milla Jovovitch clones. I wish I had an army of those. But I would use them for love, not war. Wait, did I say love? I meant freaky, dirty circus sex. I always confuse those two, lol. Tomorrow I might go see “Good Luck Chuck”. I HATE Dane Cook and think his stand-up is about as funny as gang rape, but the film has a cool premise, that every girl a guy sleeps with ends up marrying the guy she dates right after they shtoop....which is fine for the guy who has women lining up to do him until he meets a girl he actually wants to keep and falls in love with. In the film this is played by Jessica Alba, who plays a character I would be attracted to for 2 reasons : 1 is that she looks like Jessica Alba, lol. The other is that the girl is obsessed with penguins. I LOOOVE penguins. According to my stepdad’s nephew, who was in my bedroom recently messing up all my stuff, I have 15 penguins in my bedroom. Yes, the annoying little boy counted my penguins in between jumping on my bed and shooting a sticky freezy pop onto my stuffed South Park characters. What is also cool is that the character she plays wears penguin panties, which is worth noting because one time one of my therapists had a notebook I had written with some of my depressed ramblings from back at the height of my depression, and in the margins I had idly written “I want a girl with penguin panties”, which lead to the shrink asking me in a very serious voice, “why do you want a girl with penguin panties?” It was kind of embarrassing since I was there to work on serious issues and I had to explain why I scribbled odd sex humor in the margins of my suicidal rantings. In hindsight it’s funny, hence my sharing it with you now.
I bought a shitload of DVDs this week:. Tarantino’s half of “Grindhouse”, “Death Proof”. It sucks that they are releasing both halves of the film separately and without the fake trailers, but at least both halves will be longer, unrated cuts, and they still have the fake film damage to them. I also got volume 5 of “Family Guy”, the 20th anniversary edition of “Wall Street” (I had forgotten how much I love that movie), the 30th anniversary edition of “Saturday Night Fever”, which features Travolta’s only good performance....He is a horrible actor who has been lucky to have been in some excellent movies so no one realizes how much he sucks. I also bought the 10th anniversary edition of “Face/Off”, which illustrates my point perfectly when you see a great actor, Nic Cage, play the same two roles Travolta does, so you can see side by side how a great actor and a shitty actor handle the same exact character. But of course the film is awesome so it’s easy to miss how much Travolta is hamming it up and stinking up the joint. Still, I also purchased “Staying Alive”, so you could argue I must not hate him too much if I bought 3 of his films on DVD in one week. Aside from DVDs, I used a gift certificate from my B-day last month to buy the greatest hits album of the band Live. My fav song of theirs, “White Discussion” isn’t on the CD, but it came with a bonus DVD which had that song’s music video. Oh, and I got the new “Dexter” book, though I am not finished yet with book 2 (which is excellent and much better than book 1). Next week “Knocked Up” is on DVD, and I already pre-ordered it.
Most of the season premieres start this week, but the only shows premiering that I plan to watch are “Simpsons”, “Family Guy”, and “Heroes”. “Lost” doesn’t come back until February. **pouts** Shows that are already in the middle of new episodes that I watch are Bill Maher and “Tell Me You Love Me” (both on HBO). “Nip/Tuck” isn’t back until late October.
Monday at work should be interesting. I won’t have to talk to a single customer because I will be in an all day meeting...something about customer service. That’s right, no taking phone calls from retards, no cubicle....just a notepad, sitting around a table in a meeting room for 8 hours. It will either be fun or boring, but it beats dealing with customers....thus making it ironic that it is about customer service, lol. Only 5 people from my department are going to it, so I don’t know why I was one of the lucky five.
It’s almost October. The last 3 days or so have been hot, but prior to that it was getting pretty nippy out there. But it was cool because I got to wear my ultra comfy Homer Simpsons PJ pants to bed. The pants feature Homer in his usual clothes with a tie and the words “what you see is what you get”. They were one of the presents my mom got me for my B-Day and they are made of the same material my Homer and Stewie boxer shorts are. Still, it does suck that before you know it New England winter will be hear and it will be snow and starting your car early and dark at 4 PM. Ugh. Fuck winter. I want it April and Spring with rain and 72 degrees every goddamn day. Where do I have to move geographically to get that?
I can’t think of anything else to write about. Since, as I mentioned earlier, people seem to be reading my entries more when there are pics, I will post a pic. Following the pic will be the lyrics to a Natalie Imbruglia song, which isn’t related to my crush but I feel like posting because I’m feeling sappy. Until next time, get to work on cloning me some naked Milla Jovovitchs!
WRONG IMPRESSION
By: Natalie Imbruglia
Calling out, calling out
Haven’t you wondered?
Why I’m always alone when you’re in my dreams?
Calling out calling out
Haven’t you wondered?
Why you’re finding it hard just looking at me?
I want you but I want you to understand
I need you, I love you
Didn’t wanna leave you with the wrong impression
Didn’t wanna leave you with my last confession
Yeah, of love
Wasn’t trying to pull you in the wrong direction
All I wanna do is try and make a connection
Yeah, of love
Falling out, falling out
Have you ever wondered?
If this is ever more than a crazy idea
Falling out, falling out
Have you ever wondered?
What we could have been if you ever let me in
I want you but I want you to understand
I miss you, I love you
Didn’t wanna leave you with the wrong impression
Didn’t wanna leave you with my life’s confession
Yeah, of love
Wasn’t trying to pull you in the wrong direction
All I wanna do is try and make a connection
Yeah, of love
Have you ever wondered?
