movie marathon

little women with claire danes, winona ryder, susan sarandon- patrick really likes winona ryder. he thinks she's good looking. i don't see it.

this made me want to watch how to make an american quilt with winona ryder, claire danes, durmet mulroney,

i also want to watch stepmom but now it's a game. 6 degrees of separation. how to get back to stepmom

so then i could go to the family stone with claire danes, durmet mulroney, s.j.p., diane keaton

then the first wives club with diane keaton, s.j.p. goldie hawn, bette midler, marcia gay harden

then i could do pollack with ed harris (if i had to choose a sexy old guy it would be him) and marcia gay harden

OR
mona lisa smile which is already in the dvd player in the bedroom

OR
eye for an eye with ed harris and sally field but that's scary and not something i like to watch alone at night.

which leads me to stepmom with susan sarandon, julia roberts and ed harris

now can i get back to winona?

this would be easy if i had a movie with christina ricci because she's in mermaids with cher and winona but i don't. this would also be easier if she did some more freakin movies instead of shoplifting.

we shall see if i actually adhere to this or if i just give up.

song lyrics of the day part 2:
with your hand on my shoulders,
a meaningless movement... a moviescript ending,
and the patrons are leaving, leaving.

If a tree falls in the Forest...
it's so weird being in the apartment by myself. the weird thing is it's not like i've never lived alone before. i lived alone my junior and senior year in college and i loved it. but now that i'm used to having patrick here (annoying me) it's weird to not have him here. one thing for sure is you start talking out loud to yourself (more than usual). i'm sure he doesn't feel the same way because he gets control of the remote and gets to eat all the nasty carl's jr's he wants. i should be cleaning my very messy home but that's no fun. what did i do all that time by myself? well most of it i was in classes or rehearsals so that filled my day. it'd be a lot better if weekend tv didn't suck so bad. plus i've been burning through the dvr. and if you're going to tell me to go do something outdoors-don't. me and the outdoors don't really go together. i guess i could go to the pool... my days here pretty much consist of working out, looking for jobs, tv, making dinner. it makes me think i will not want to be a stay at home mom. no i'm not an idiot and do realise that when you have kids there's more crap to do but not when they're babies. well except feed them and wipe their butts. don't get me wrong i love babies but they sleep so much i would get bored. i certainly wouldn't waste my free time cleaning. booo. that's what maids are for. if i could afford a maid i'd totally get one. or i could just have magical powers like in matilda or sleeping beauty. then i could make the rooms clean themselves and save the cash. yeah i think i'll get to work on that one.

so patrick and i were really bored one night and starting watching this awful vh1 reality show called "megan wants a millionaire". it's totally staged and there's no way it's for real (so unlike rock of love). well patrick told me the show got put on hold because of a scandal and he made me look it up. it turns out that one of the contestants is under investigation for murdering his playboy model ex wife. she was found outside their apartment naked in a suitcase. isn't that a really shitty way to die. i would hope that if my ex tried to kill me they'd at least keep my clothes on. patrick i'm sure was very heartbroken that he won't find out won't millionaire she chose. it's rumored that he was actually the winner. if so, think how lucky that megan skank feels. she coulda been the next victim! speaking of rock of love, can you believe patrick didn't know about ed hardy!? he said that ever since he asked me about it he sees ed hardy stuff all the time. i actually like some of his stuff but i just cant spend 100 bucks on a t-shirt.

song lyrics of the day:
i turned my collar to the cold and damp
when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
a neon light
that split the night



p.s how would you like to live in a city called placentia? nasty (it's pronounced placenta afterall in ca you make up your own pronunciation of places.)

bon voyage
this morning i took patrick to the airport. he's going to smellingham for the weekend. i didn't go because i have to teach on saturday and i wasn't directly invited. i am really weird about that. i hate going places where i wasn't invited. i am not a crasher. even in college i hated going to parties when i didn't know the person throwing it. plus having 300 drunken freshman slam into you spilling their vodka redbulls on you is not my idea of fun. i really don't like crowds to much. you'd think because i love concerts it wouldn't bother me but it does. maybe it's just i don't like rude crowds. since i've moved to ca i've only been to one concert where the people in the crowd didn't piss me off to the point of wanting to start dropping elbows. speaking of concerts i really need to increase the cash flow because there are about 5 coming up i want to go to. it's good to live in a popular tour city.

on a completely different note.....


this is a link to a story about my cousin brad's baby. he's 4 1/2 months old and just got to leave the hospital last week. he only weighs 8 pounds. he had a surgery within 24hours of being born and he still needs more surgeries. he has a feeding tube, an oxygen tube, and a colostomy bag because he was born without a rectum. brad and his wife tracy are facing medical bills close to a million dollars. so today when you're worried about the bitch that cut you off or what you're going to do tonight take the time to be grateful you have your health.


http://www.kmeg.com/Global/story.asp?s=10868760


song lyrics of the day:
i'll bring to you whatever you need
and I'll tell you I'm sorry
that I can't take this pain away from you

Signed, Sealed, Delivered
isn't mail fun. i love getting mail. i remember being little and getting pen pals at school. mine always ended up being duds. i'd take all this time decorating the paper and writing super long letters and i'd get maybe one or two responses and then nothing. i even had friends tat i'd met at summer camps from other places and we'd write one or two times and again nothing. i love sending people stuff. maybe i like it because i hope they send me something back. but i think generally i just like to surprise people and make them happy even if it's only temporary. my friend megan and i used to send each other care packages when i was in college. she'd send me halloween candy and socks and i'd make her cds and send her funky lip gloss. there's just something so warm and fuzzy about mail. yet i don't send christmas cards. maybe i should become a postal worker. although i really don't like uniforms and i'd hate to have to brave all the elements while carrying a heavy bag.

i remember once when i was in elementary school i had walked home and beaten my mom. ( the school she worked at got out later) while i was waiting for her to get home the mailman came. i put my hand out to take the mail and he refused to give it to me. now i was at least in 4th grade it's not like i was going to throw it out. he insisted on putting it in the mailbox. i took it out right after he left. so i could have stolen it anyway. douche bag.

today my pal madie sent me some cds. we have made each other cd's a couple times now. ( that's my other calling) i sent hers in one of those envelopes with bubble wrap inside and i wrapped the cds in bubble wrap. she sent hers in an envelope. and it only took one stamp. i was worried that the cd's would get broken or the postage wouldn't be enough. i also had to get them to her before she leaves for college. so i went to the post office, paid a couple bucks but i know they will be safe and in one piece. next time i'm gonna do it her way.

song lyrics of the day:
here's the mail, it never fails.
it makes me want to wag my tail
when it comes i want to wail - Mail!

my life is not public forum
i know opinions are like assholes but seriously people. i cant stand stand it when strangers feel the need to give you their opinion. sometimes it's ok like when you are giving a compliment. "oh that headband looks cute" when they are standing in front of you at the counter but you secretly hope she doesn't buy it cause you want it. it however is not ok for people to come up to you and grab your scarf and say "you look ridiculous. you're wearing a scarf up to your chin and your coat unzipped" well lady you look fucking ridiculous in your bike shorts. trust me nobody wants to see what you've got jiggling around while you work out.

today i was told at jazzercise "you look so good in white and green and blue, wear those colors. don't wear gray and black." my response was "it's not a fashion show. i don't care what i look like in the morning." her's was "i do". lady if your biggest problem is i wear black and sometimes stand in front of you get a life. this is the same lady who felt the need to tell me for 15 minutes about her health problems and her sister and how she loves watching some nun show on tv and loves churches. good for you i want to go home! she also printed out an email for me about not buying hairbands and flip flops made in chine because they're made from used condoms. i bet she wore a sars mask too. now i'm not saying i don't give my 2cents when i'm not asked but i'm not doing it out of the blue or to someone i hardly know@! i wouldn't go up to every idiot i see and tell them that outfit looks stupid on you- although i'd certainly enjoy it. i don't need somebody telling me what to do not to i take kindly to it. my mom figured it out when i was 4 why can't everyone else!? if i wanted your opinion or advice i'd ask. if you really want to talk about me do it behind my back. at least i don't have to fucking hear it.

song lyrics of the day:
tell me why you in my b-i-z
you gon' make me get my vaseline

Oh Yeah..
today marked a special day. patrick and i have actually dated for 3 whole years. i know wow what kind of idiot would date him more than a month? now to some of you married folk a (made up) anniversary of when you started dating is beyond stupid and pointless. but for those of us with out diamonds we need an excuse for our men to be extra nice. it was while we were hanging out at the pool today that we remembered. i think it went something like this "what's the date today?" "the 17th." pause "the 17th." pause "it's our anniversary. and we forgot." i know so much romance. well we went to our favorite west coast italian restaurant for the 3rd year in a row and got stuffed on the delicious bread. then we drove around and looked at this swank neighborhood where the houses all have their own docks and are on the water. but we couldn't really see the water cause it was dark. there were many for sale but they either didn't have boxes with the info sheets or were out. i hate that. wow i've actually worn make up twice this week! that's quite a record for me these days considering my job is to sweat and i don't wear cheap make up that i feel like sweating off. i'm not going to post any sappy shit about how much i love patrick and i can't remember my life without him because 1. i'm not that sappy and 2. i can remember my life before him. i was skinnier. that's what happens when you start dating. you get fatter cause you go out all the time. fortunately now he's stuck with me so too bad for him!

song lyrics of the day:
wanna jump up in my lamborghini gallardo
maybe go to my place and just kick it like tae-bo