Woot! · My · head!

I haven't written here in months, it seems. And honestly, I'm often too lazy, or it seems as though there's not much to blog about. I'm not the sort to blog about strange little coincidences during the day, or even good things that happen.

No, it seems that this journal's just reserved for the bad things. It's often said that writing things out is therapeutic, and I think it really is. I've done it before, and felt better for it.

( A prayer. Skip if you don't like angst, or overt expressions of faith. )

Okay, it's official. I now have the Hugest Crush Ever on Gary Dourdan. Ohmygosh, he is SO hot. Don't even get me started.

*swoon!*

Women without Makeup

I am so angry with whoever wrote the comments to these pictures. First of all, you shouldn't even be comparing these pictures, as the women aren't smiling or prepared for the pictures, the angle is bad and the flash bleaches them out. How dare you write that they'd lose their fans simply because they're not wearing makeup? There's so much wrong with you reasoning on so many levels that you deserve to be clobbered.

A much more positive message is the photoshoot some stars did for People Magazine without makeup. Much better comparison, and much more positive.

URGH.

1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."

2. I respond by asking you a couple personal questions so I can get to know you better. If I already know you well, expect the questions may be a little more intimate!

3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.

4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.

5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

( Alanna asked me these questions. )

I watched it yesterday. It was absolutely amazing. Probably the best movie I've watched in a year. Truly.

I also definitely do NOT object to watching bronzed, ripped men walk about half naked, in red cloaks wielding swords and spears killing people for 2 hours. Not at all.

Rawr.

I must say that my character crush of the moment? Is the Duke Leto Atreides from Dune. I'm horribly fond of him, and I'm very upset that he's going to die. And trust me, it's not because of his looks. He is not a good looking man, by any stretch of the imagination. And he's going to die, the book makes it abundantly clear. Now, it's just a matter of how, not if. But dangit. He's strong and loving and demanding and cold and has such a heart it's horrible. I better not cry when he dies. >.< Dangit.

I went shopping at Ross this evening after work. I had a couple of reasons for going. The first was to celebrate my (semi)freedom for spring break. The second was because my sister got on my back about borrowing her skirt yesterday, so I decided that it was a good reason to go shopping. I went specifically looking for denim shorts or mini-skirts.

Damn, they had alot of good stuff today. I tried on a whole host of denim minis, all $7.99, that all that fit me well. Imagine that. I ended up picking one that was faded with red thread and a faux python-skin belt. I also tried on a whole buncha tops, and ended up falling in love with a dusty blue printed cotton top, with straps accented with khaki strips, and tiny khaki and brick red flowers. It was empire-waisted, came to my hips. Fell in love with it, went to line up and ask for the price. It was $8.99, so I thought why not. Total purchase was $19.

Got home. Mom saw it, said, "You bought stuff again?" And my dad got mad. We basically got into an argument where he asked me what my thought process was about buying the stuff, and me being furious and crying silently and trying to figure out the best damn answer to get him off my back. He kept asking me what he was trying to teach me. I finally figured it out. Budgeting skills.

(*&%$#ing Budgeting skills.

I've been living off my savings from my time working in Singapore. There was a decent amount, but given the high gas prices recently and the conversion of S$ to US$, well. It wasn't so decent. Thanks to the accident that happened recently, and the traffic school that I had to pay for, I've needed to loan $200 from my parents to keep afloat. I drew up an excel chart to total up the rough sum of the amount I would need for gas, and $10 wiggle room from now until the day I receive my first paycheck. The assumption is that this is in June. And yes, I am a business student geek. Go eff yourself. I'm not in the best of moods.

According to my calculations, just for gas alone I would need $453.79 from now until the 1st of July, assuming I get my first paycheck then. This is not counting the $10 wiggle room each week. I only have $322 in my account now, which includes the $200 loan I took this week.

I don't know which is more galling- that my dad was right or that I have to return clothes I've gotten attached to. I really, truly can't afford them.

Dammit, I liked those items I bought. Yes, I know there will be more minis and babydoll tops in the future. No, that does not make me feel better.

Watch the birdie. It's a Top Gun reference.

I will go to Venice, and be there for Carnevale. Before I die (and hopefully while I am still young and beautiful) I will attend Il Ballo Del Doge, pretend I am Venetian royalty, wear a gorgeous corseted dress, an elaborate mask and dance until the dawn.

Just one of those resolutions I would like to make now. ^_^;

Argh! You do not call me just as I'm trying to take a nap only to tell me that the excel spreadsheet that I worked on this weekend does not 'look' right to you. I'm doing you a favor by looking at your stuff. I sent it to you, I'm entertaining you, now Goawayandlemmenap!

GRRRRRRRRRRR.

And just so you know, I think our spreadsheet looks WAY better than yours. :P

I love my mom. And I understand the lure of a show like 24. I really do.

But please, let's keep things in perspective? Finding a missing mother and her 1-year-old son takes priority to any fictional show that is being aired at the moment. Really.

And sometimes, part of me wonders if I should like partying more. It really does.

</rant>

I've been very bad this semester so far. I haven't worked out much, have hardly touched my textbooks and have developed the BIGGEST crush on these Italian boys in my classes. Oh. My. Gosh. They are the CUTEST things ever. Seriously. So cute. With the accents. Actually, it was the accents, period, because initially I wouldn't have said they were gorgeous. ^_^;

I will have you know I spent the most of last week trying to get up the courage/find the right situation to say hi to them. I didn't succeed. I've started tagging them mentally as the Three Amigos, because they're *always* together. I'll be honest and say I kinda gave up this week.

So one of the classes I share with them requires people to work in pairs for a project or sumthin'. Gotta look it up again to figure out what I need to do. I'm teamed with Gabe, a guy I had a class with last semester. Fun, really easy to talk to, great worker. We know we can count on the other person to turn out high quality stuff. Cool, no? Just after I cemented the working relationship with Gabe, one of the Italian boys asks me if I have a partner for the class.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Ohmygosh. I wish I didn't, I really did. T_T I had to tell him I already did, but I told him I really wish I didn't. And then he asked me about the work for the other class, and I explained it to him. Gah. He is SO cute. Really. I will, MUST, NEED to talk to him during the next class. It'll be extra incentive for me to get up early so I won't be late. ^_^;;

And his name's Luca.

There was THE cutest waiter waiting on the tables opposite us. Unfortunately, our table had the girl waiter. A shame. He was hot. All dark and chiselled and deep voiced.

And I keep breaking out. >.< Dangit.