Just found out about a $5 off any Fandango Movie Ticket. Not sure when this deal will last, but it supposedly ends tomorrow or while supplies last. No coupon code is required as it applies the coupon upon check-out.
Get yours today. Since I bought my ticket at AMC before noon, I only ended up paying $2.50 ($1 for the film and the $1.50 Fandango surcharge).
P.S. I am planning to see Water for Elephants
One of the things that I hate about open non-anonymous blogging is how I am no longer free to write about everything that happens to me. One such situation has been plaguing me for the past few weeks, and it’s as come to a head today where I feel compelled to write about it.
This person and I used to be much closer in the past, but lately we have been drifting apart and I am not sure why. Yes, we have gotten older and busier and our lives are perhaps more complicated then they were. But still, things haven’t changed that much. We still – for the most part and to my knowledge – the same people we were when we met. Except maybe, slowly but surely, I have become less and less damaged.
One development and time might think that we would become closer, better friends. No crisis to get through, no problem that needed solving, no obstacle that I need help to overcome, no dragon I need saving from. Not to sound all Meredith from Grey’s Anatomy, but I’m all whole and healed – practically. And this person has all but disappeared.
Not entirely though. But just enough to make me wonder and be annoyed.
When we do hang out, we barely talk – and it’s fairly generic – which annoys me further.
And to top it off, when we are online, this person consistently avoids me – either by signing off shortly and unexpectedly after I ping or ignore me even though the “green” status is bright and clear.
My life rule in terms of friendship is and always has been, “To keep people in my life who want to be there,” and right now this person has been straddling that line for a while now.
I’m old and not “into” make efforts to force friendships with anyone who just doesn’t want to be there and this person is very close to being demoted to a 2nd/3rd tier friend…. and not the first tier friend where (s)he once belonged.
If you asked me this yesterday – or if I had written this yesterday I should say – I would have mentioned how everyone all around me seemed to be getting some sort of action with the exception of me.
Yesterday evening, after watching a screening of Clue with a friend, I arrived at my apartment to find one roommate on the couch blaring the tv loud and the other still out. Mind you, it was at least 2AM in morning.
When I awoke at around 9AM the next day, I found the door to MIA roommate’s closed with her cats outside softly mewing. Since I had left the door open when I went to bed, I come to conclude that she was in there with the boy that she had been interested in for the past few weeks. Finally, he had made his move!
We were starting to wonder what was wrong with him. But finally – after a push from her friend who asked his friend, “So [when] is he going to fuck her?” – he got the hint.
On Friday, I overheard that everyone on my team at work – well at least 3 people – were dating someone or appeared to be. One mentioned having “someone,” whereas another mentioned “talking” or some other colloquial term to indicate that his penis had been in the vicinity of her vagina. Though, the third may not have specifically mentioned a guy – or girl for that matter – her pitch did lower significantly when she took a personal, non-work related phone call. I could only assume it was either a guy she was interested in but perhaps it was just a friend.
Even my friend who is a virgin – and just shy of 30 – mentioned getting some action, albeit it was with a girl yet to be determined at my friend’s apartment when he planned to cat-sit.
Yesterday morning, everytime but me was getting some action. I was left out of the group, until later that evening. No sex was had, but it was a great make-out session. He got to second-base and that’s all that I am going to say about that….
Summer is almost here, meaning it’s time to start slimming down. In my inbox this morning was a WebMD link about unique ways to lose the weight without dieting – or apparently exercising – that I thought was interesting. Enjoy!
Have you ever had a favorite song, or rather a song that you heard on TV or the radio that you enjoyed so much you immediately downloaded it, listened to and fell in love with it even more, only to subsequently hear it everywhere you go – on other tv shows, on the radio, commercials, playing in coffee shops, etc?
For a while now that same sort of pattern has been happening to me. The songs have been The Dog Days and Cosmic Love both by Florence and the Machines, and Lullaby by Sia. I fell in love with the first after hearing it on one so – The Unusuals but it has since made appearances on Secret Diary of a Call Girl, Glee, and coffee shops and shows everywhere. The other two have been recently added to my itunes playlist but have made appearances elsewhere in my crossings.
It’s a little funny or strange. I hope though, it is an indication of my good taste in music – or the connections it makes people feel – as opposed to me just being a victim of pop culture.
Several weeks ago, I posted a story detailing my long-tedious bus ride listening to the prattle of 2 teenaged Manhattanites. The topics ranged from how they wanted to “fuck a black guy” to “how [guy’s name] had the body of a little boy,” and which was a better (or worse) anorexia or bulimia.
Though I am somewhat removed from being a teenager – by 6 if teen is defined as under 18 – but I was still surprised at the language and topics of conversation. To be honest, the same things that I talked about in high school – boys, friends,work/school, tv, books – hasn’t changed much from what I talk about now – boys, friends, work/school, tv books, drinking, sex – and I don’t think it will venture much further than that in the future.
But today, I was floored to read about this one article the brutal murder of a 15 year old in Florida. He was killed by his ex-girlfriend, also 15, her new 18 year old boyfriend and 4 others. The victim and his ex, Amber White, had dated, but had exchanged heated insults at each other via Facebook escalating in Amber luring him to an Orlando house where he was:
was ambushed by several other teens, including Wright’s current boyfriend, Michael Bargo … [and] shot several times with a .22-caliber revolver.
But apparently, they were not fatal. Since the victim, Seath Tyler Jackson tried to escape, but was struck with an ax handle and restrained. He was then placed in a bathtub, where Bargo broke his knees so his body would fit in a sleeping bag.
But he since he still was alive, so Bargo allegedly shot him again.
Then the gang allegedly crammed Jackson’s body inside a blue sleeping bag and hauled it to a backyard fire pit, where they used wood to start a fire that burned for hours. After shoveling the ashes and bone chips into 5-gallon paint cans, they called Wright’s stepdad to help them cart the containers away.
To say, I am beyond disgusted and sickened by this news would be the understatement of the world. I can only hope that those kids – though, their actions indicate otherwise – are tried as adults and get the maximum sentence allowed, preferably 125 years in jail since I am against the death penalty.
Recently, a friend invited his friends to answer whether their lives where better now than in 2006. Though, I love the way my life and most things have turned out, I can’t really say.
I was a different person this month in 2006. I was preparing for finals and getting all my paperwork and information ready for study abroad in London. I lived with one of my other best friends and was still friends with a group of others. I had not really experienced love or at least a really strong lust.
I still planned to be a doctor – a pediatrician – and write short stories. My brother still had not come out of the closet – at least not to me – and I still was very much an innocent in practically every way.
I had never even had a job apart from school that I went to virtually everyday. I was a different person then – bright eyed, young, and naive in so many ways – and I can’t even really remember my life then.
Now though, I am still bright eyed – though my eyes are more discerning and dimmer – young and naive about less things. I no longer want to be a doctor, but I know why and love the career I stumbled into. I have explored the world, I have fallen in love, lust, and into beds that weren’t my own with men who cared for with varying degrees of lasting impressions. I lost friends too, some of which even caught myself by surprise and hope maybe one day to mend.
I have lost family unexpectedly, and I sometimes even forget that they are gone. I wasn’t really close to them, but their absence still will creep up on me on occasions.
All in all, I have lived and have so much more to do, so much time left to explore.
But is my life better now than it was then? I can’t really say. Sometimes, yes but other times no. To be honest, the no outweighs the yes more.
5 years ago, I was feeling so alone – but not the same alone I feel now – but I worked my way through it. Now, I don’t feel that way at all – or at least I don’t at this very moment. But, then, I also felt hopeful for the future just like I do now.
If I was asked this last year, my answer would have been different for sure. But right now, if I had to choose, my life is certainly better now than in 2006. I hope that in 2016, my life will be immensely better as well.
And it will be. If I have learned nothing else these past 5 years, life can really suck sometimes. But when a door closes, a window opens and when opportunity knocks, you need to to open that door and follow that path wherever it takes you. Because, in general, it will lead you someplace better and more amazing than where you were before.
I used to be one of those girls who travelled with a rolling suitcase for a three day stay, with clothes and underwear for four days, a change of shoes, some dirty clothes, straighter, toothbrush, and my laptop for when I got bored at home.
After a while, I got tired of lugging all that crap and crammed all my stuff into a smaller bag, leaving my straighter and my apartment. Later still, I managed to leave everything save my everyday purse and my dirty laundry there, a formula that has worked for the past year or so.
I have learned all about living on the name necessities and I am better for it. I can only wish that my seatmate on the bus could do the same.
Whenever I take the bus, I like getting any seat closer to the front. It’s nearer to the exit, has a better view, and is far from the smelly bathroom. The last reason, of course, is the most important one. So, when I got on the bus today – for what will be my last trip home this month – I scanned for the nearest one. One was available behind the driver in the first row and the second there was a window. I prefer aisles and didn’t feel like sitting in the very first row, I headed for the 3 row aisle seat.
It appeared vacant, but u politely asked and watched as the woman – an overweight, sunglass-wearing woman of 45 or older – grumble and move her purse. As I began to sit down, she.squeaked about having to move her stuff – a black carry-on at.the feet of the empty chair along with her oversized bag and other carry-on that she moved to her feet.
The reorganization of her belongings to at least a minute or two of me just standing there and halting the flow of passengers, leaving me wishing I picked another seat and annoyed at her.
I thought the general travel rule of thumb or limit was a carry-on or small suitcase and a single bag? Or it just leave your purse on the seat next to you just in case, to make it easier and faster for new passengers to embark. Yes, you have a lot of crap on the seat as a deterrent, but if the bus sells out – as it always does on weekends – you will have to do it anyway.
Plus, a big purse is enough of a deterrent anyway. Trust me, it has worked for me loads of times. But when the bus got filled and I was asked to move my things, it was quick and painless.
There is a whole lot of me being talked about on here lately. When I created this blog, I certainly did not intend to write that way, but unfortunately how this blog developed thanks primarily due to my increased workload and reluctance to go anywhere near my laptop after work hours.
I have had several articles that I wanted to respond to, such as Glenn Beck’s comments on how Planned Parenthood is only for whores as well other various tidbits.
Though I may not be able to write any of those stories now, I do hope to be able to in the near future. So, I apologize to anyone who is reading this and interested in less me and more opinions/funny videos/short stories and I have been thinking of you. More of those types of posts will be coming, I promise.
Right now, I have two unrequited crushes in my life both of which annoy me to no end – the crushes and not the boys. One, as everyone should know by this point is my work crush. The identity of the other, however, will stay between my closest friends unless something changes, which is exactly what I don’t want to happen.
Generally, though, people think crushes are fun, exciting experiences. Sometimes, they make going to work fun; you get excited or happy to see the object of your affection; they live up your life when you see them.and can’t wait to talk to them next.
But in my case, nothing could be farther from the truth. Yes, I am happy to see the two in general but at the same time, my feelings get in the way of being me or doing my job – which annoys me.
I know that nothing will happen between the former crush and the latter would only complicate my life even more. So, I try with marginal success to ignore and bury my feelings until they crop up again at the most inopportune times.
What I need is a new distraction. Someone that I can have fun with, to laugh with, to play with, and all of those romantic and silly things that couples do. And fast because, if I don’t find that person soon, things between on of those crushes will only go from bad to worse…. and I really can’t fuck things up again.
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