A little something to brighten your weekend. I was just watching the tail end of Just Friends. If you haven't seen this movie then you should. It is one of those movies that was probably in the theaters for five minutes, but it's really funny. It stars Ryan Reynolds (part of the reason for the picture above - right), Amy Smart, and Chris Klein. I would give it a 4 out of 5 stars.
Although I am not a parent, I am able to spot the behavior that parents display that will get their children's asses kicked at school. (I truly saw this earlier this week - the child was 7)
-cutting up said child's chicken NUGGETS into the tiniest pieces possible and unpacking his lunch for him and placing everything just so and explaining what everything is even though it is only chicken and doritos.
-holding a cup to the child's mouth so that he can drink despite the fact that there were no discernible reasons why the child's own arms would not support the slight weight of a paper cup. You might as well regress back to a sippy cup and a bib.
-cutting HIS hair in a pageboy style home haircut (like the picture above, but with shorter bangs - I sh*t you not)
This child is in for a lifetime of wedgies and swirlies and any other torture that kids can come up with these days. It won't be pretty.
Why should I delete it? Partly because some of what I am going to allude to involves people who read this blog periodically. Oh well. I have felt this one brewing for a while, but I didn't really know how to express it or even if I wanted to.
I'm lonely. I am lacking in human contact. I have friends and I see them pretty frequently, but I don't have a person to share things with. This has come more to a head because it seems like Noah's Ark around here (two by two if you get the analogy) and I'm left out. Sometimes I withdraw myself from these friends because I don't want to be the third wheel. I don't want them to think that I am so sad and pathetic that I will have nothing else to do. I think I might be overly sensitive and they probably don't feel that way, but I would hate for them to ever feel this way. It was just be unbearable humiliating. I guess it just makes me sad that I am missing out on an important part of life. Unfortunately, I really don't know how to remedy this. There is a part of me (a pretty big part) that figures that there is just something inherently wrong with me and that is the reason I am destined to be alone. I know this sounds melodramatic, but it really is how I feel.
Sad, but true: someone told me I was gorgeous this weekend and I had to ask who he was talking to even though the only other person around was Roach. Boy, if that doesn't put my state of mind in perspective nothing will.
Everyday is the same. I go to work, figure up what I will do, finish my project and wait for an acceptable time to go home. Blah, Blah, Blah.
As I type this, there is a contact lens commercial on. Let me set the scene: Guys playing football. Guy with glasses fumbles. Hot guy friend asks him to ditch the contact lenses. Next scene...former guy with glasses sitting quite cozily on couch with his glasses hating friend. All is right with the world. No more glasses. Awesome football player.
What if life was like that commercial? There I am having a bad day and one of my friends comes up and tells me that I need to wear different sunglasses and life will be alright. Pan to me looking gloriously happy with new shades.
I guess I want to live in a commercial.
Mine was spent alternating between my bedroom and bathroom. Starting at 9 am Saturday morning, I had a ferocious stomach bug and felt AWFUL. I'm feeling better now, just sore and tired. So, this weekend was a bust. I didn't do anything fun. I'm really hungry right now and I can't decide what to eat. I'm past the nausea and I want meat. Weird, huh? I guess my body is demanding protein.
Although I am a librarian...I don't read for a living. I actually don't read at work. At All. For anyone that knows me, you would realize that if there was a way for me to read at work it would happen.
With gas being so expensive and under the theory that extra money is always good, I have started hostessing at the restaraunt that the roommie works at. Now don't worry, we really won't work together once - maybe once a week. Basically, it will fill my tank and I get a discount on food. Not bad, eh?
So after my post yesterday, I had a little drama. Apparently, I left my lights on when I parked my car at work. We all know what that means...dead battery. A car was parked next to me and I had to ask everyone at the library if they were driving a certain car so that I could either have them move it or get them to give me a jump. The very person that owned the car initially shook his head "no" when I came around to him. Some people drive me insane. Anyway, he did come out to his car (once I made a terse announcement over the P.A. system) and jumped the car. Why did he deny he was the owner in the first place? I have no idea. Oh well, another mystery of life.
...produces a lack of blogs. I'm not complaining. I haven't had much to say. I've got my nose to the grindstone and I am working on Summer Reading.
I'm so boring. I promise to put something interesting up. soon. Usually after I post something like this then something crazy happens.
I just thought of something to add...I have a confession: I like Miley Cyrus. I like her song "See You Again." You know what's even more bizarre? Several of my friends like the song, too. I'm not ashamed. I like Miley/Hannah and I'm proud.
I had a first today...
I was shelving books and I was about to put away a book about Michelangelo for children. I noticed the book didn't seem to be lying flat, which sometimes indicates water damage, so I opened it up and noticed that there were numerous paper clips all over the book. Ugh. I hate when I find paper clips in books because they rip the pages and if left in long enough can discolor or eat through the pages (so...note to readers - don't put them in any books you have!). I digress. The paper clips were at the top, side and bottom of groups of pages and then there were a couple of sheets of copy paper paper clipped inside the book. Well, after removing the paper clips and paper I realized that the person who had had the book was trying to cover up the nudity in the paintings and sculptures. Of Michelangelo. The Sistine Chapel Michelangelo, people, not Hustler. I rolled my eyes and just couldn't help but laugh. If that is what you are going to do to a book about art, then don't check it out. Their kid will probably end up being a porn star.
Let me begin by saying that last month's book club pick, the very trendy Atonement, was not to my taste. I need to say just one thing: there is no atonement in Atonement. Blah. I donated my book immediately after the book club meeting because I knew I would never crack that book open again.
This month we read The Tenth Circle (as mentioned below) and it was pretty good. It was sad and there were no easy answers, but all in all it was a good read. It was also a fast read and that's nice because I like to read a lot of books and I like to move through them pretty quickly. I would say out of 5 stars it would be a 3.5.
On another related note, I have to say that I am really enjoying the club. It's nice to meet with a group of women and just have a good time and discuss books. If you have a chance to join or form such a group then do so :)
