I want what I want, I don't know how
I only had to kick my computer in the face for a day and a half to get it to work. Argh. I had to use my bro's earlier to do my weekly updating. Boo.
Right now "Caroline" by Concrete Blonde is on. I like this song even though it creeps me out.
Sunday I was PMS-ing hella bad. So dumb... like for a few hours I was crying over the stupidest nothings, and then later, watching a movie that was totally serious and deep and sad ("Hotel Rwanda"), not even one tear. It's just a bummer, not being able to control how you're feeling. I knew intellectually that I wasn't sad or upset about anything, but someone forgot to tell my tear glands (or whatever) that. Okay, enough, enough.
HR was a really amazing movie though, and Don Cheadle was wonderful. I forget whether it won any awards or not... if it didn't they were robbed. We also watched "Sideways", and I so don't get the fuss people are making over it. I like Paul Giamatti but this movie was only okay. Whatever-his-face with the three names (I could have looked his name up in the time it took me to write that but whatever) was such an asshole. I would've smashed his face in with my motorcycle helmet, too, if I had one. But head-covering things (helmets, earphones, etc) always make me feel as if I have a big head, even if the head-covering object in question is too large. Go figure.
Had a pretty productive day at work today. I had to put postage on about a million-thousand things (postage meters are FUN), and fax stuff, and stamp labels on CD's, and put the CD's into the stamped envelopes and blah blah... it was a lot more complicated than it sounds, now. I also had to change an ink cartridge and the printer hated me, and I got ink all over my fingers. Electrical stuff always picks on me.
I don't have work tomorrow so my mom and I are going to go see the new "Amityville Horror." WORD. I saw a little blip of it on the news this morning with the chick in the kitchen, and she looks over at the fridge, and on there spelled with magnets it says, "Katch em and Kill em." There is not one movie that wouldn't be improved with ghostly fridge magnets. Like a Ouija board, but you can open it up and get food from inside. Yum. Speaking of food, I'm craving something salty right now. Must... eat... potato chips... but there are none, and I won't deign to make any. I will gladly settle for leftover latkes from dinner, with extra salt. Yoink!
Right now "Caroline" by Concrete Blonde is on. I like this song even though it creeps me out.
Sunday I was PMS-ing hella bad. So dumb... like for a few hours I was crying over the stupidest nothings, and then later, watching a movie that was totally serious and deep and sad ("Hotel Rwanda"), not even one tear. It's just a bummer, not being able to control how you're feeling. I knew intellectually that I wasn't sad or upset about anything, but someone forgot to tell my tear glands (or whatever) that. Okay, enough, enough.
HR was a really amazing movie though, and Don Cheadle was wonderful. I forget whether it won any awards or not... if it didn't they were robbed. We also watched "Sideways", and I so don't get the fuss people are making over it. I like Paul Giamatti but this movie was only okay. Whatever-his-face with the three names (I could have looked his name up in the time it took me to write that but whatever) was such an asshole. I would've smashed his face in with my motorcycle helmet, too, if I had one. But head-covering things (helmets, earphones, etc) always make me feel as if I have a big head, even if the head-covering object in question is too large. Go figure.
Had a pretty productive day at work today. I had to put postage on about a million-thousand things (postage meters are FUN), and fax stuff, and stamp labels on CD's, and put the CD's into the stamped envelopes and blah blah... it was a lot more complicated than it sounds, now. I also had to change an ink cartridge and the printer hated me, and I got ink all over my fingers. Electrical stuff always picks on me.
I don't have work tomorrow so my mom and I are going to go see the new "Amityville Horror." WORD. I saw a little blip of it on the news this morning with the chick in the kitchen, and she looks over at the fridge, and on there spelled with magnets it says, "Katch em and Kill em." There is not one movie that wouldn't be improved with ghostly fridge magnets. Like a Ouija board, but you can open it up and get food from inside. Yum. Speaking of food, I'm craving something salty right now. Must... eat... potato chips... but there are none, and I won't deign to make any. I will gladly settle for leftover latkes from dinner, with extra salt. Yoink!
posted by Yvonne at
10:00 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home