Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Maybe I'm just crazy.

So the other day I was having this conversation with my good friend Travis about the social structures of today and how casual sex and drinking ones self to oblivion and other things are no longer considered taboo in society and we got to talking about the past. I mentioned how I feel like I was born into the wrong generation, and how I want nothing more than to live in like, the 1930's when boys would pick girls up on dates and give them a flower and take them out to dinner or a dance and expect nothing more than a kiss on the cheek at the end of the night, and everyone was just so classy. Like how during the second world war, women were so fashion concious that when they were denied nylons due to nylon rationing (for it to be used as parachutes) they would tint their legs using either watered down gravy or tea and then draw a line down the back of their legs to imitate the nylon seam using an eyeliner pencil (these days girls are so stupid that they go out in skirts that provide a full view of their private area without even knowing that Nylon's are something more than the title of a magazine), or how clothing was also rationed so people had to make do with what they had, using hand me downs or sheets or old clothing to make new clothing. I know plenty of people who would throw a fit if they had to wear the same thing for more than a year without buying anything new. Travis got to talking about how like, in the 1940s the guys would just act like gentlemen but they would slick their hair back or whatever and everyone was just so cool. I really wish I lived back then. I think that society now is simply too rambunxious for how I wish to live. I'd much rather be part of a conforming society where everyone was very put together and proper and free from social and mental constrictions and they did what they had to without a big fuss.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Saturday, April 25, 2009

I'm acting like some kind of 50s housewife.



Lately I've been suffering from a case of "boring". Tonight, I decided to attempt to curl my hair. Unfortunately, I don't think midnight was the best time for me to put my curlers in, because it resulted in some very poor placement, but it garnered some laughs among friends. Ignore my icky makeup-less face. Tommorrow I suppose I'll get up late, take these out, they'll look horrible, and I'll end up going to work looking a little bit less Dita-Von-Teese and a little bit more Bride-Of-Frankenstein, but that's okay. I suppose these things are expected of me.

Ellen Page is so talented.

I am every little girl you ever watched, touched, hurt, screwed, killed.




Okay, so I don't know how many people out there have seen Hard Candy. I'm assuming not many, since most people look at me like I'm insane as soon as I say the name (and most of you who don't know what I'm talking about, Hard Candy is a term used by pedos regarding underage girls). Anyways, this is Ellen Page, one of my favourite actresses (and a Canadian at that, Bonus points!) in her pre-Juno indie-flick days. I keep getting different dates on this movie, but I believe that the year it was officially released would be 2006. On a budget less than a mill (which seems to be virtually unheard of lately) the filmmakers have managed to spin a delightfully twisted treat. Page stars as Haley, a fourteen year old, who hunts the hunters. I can't say much else without completely destroying the film for people, although I do have to voice my admiration for the filmmakers who managed to create a female (key term should be: Girl) character who shows no signs of weakness whatsoever. This is excellent. The entire film dialouge is pretty much attributable to Page herself, with a huge cast of like, 6 characters or something, if I counted properly. Sandra Oh also has a cameo in the movie.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

This is the last time...

So this is odd, the painful realization that all has gone wrong and nobody cares at all. So you buried all your lovers clothes and burned the letters lover wrote, but it doesn't make it any better. Does it make it any better? And the plaster dented from your fist in the hall where you had your first kiss reminds you that the memories will fade.

So this is strange. Our sidestepping has come to be a brilliant dance where nobody leads at all. The picture frames are facing down and the ringing from this empty sound is deafening and keeping you from sleep. And breathing is a foreign task, and thinking's just too much to ask. You're measuring your minutes by a clock that's blinking eights.

Well you'd like to think that you were invincible, weren't we all before we felt loss for the first time?



Monday, April 20, 2009

It's hard to explain how I am getting by on so little from you, It's hard to believe that I would let myself get so wrapped into you.

Please tell me you're just feeling tired. 'Cause if it's more than that I fear that I might break,
out of touch, out of time.
Please send me anything but signals that are mixed, 'cause I can't read your rolling eyes.
Out of touch, are we out of time?

I'll wait until tommorrow, maybe you'll feel better then, maybe we'll be better then.
So what's another day, when I can't bear these nights of thoughts of going on without you.
This mood of yours is temporary. It seems worth the wait to see your smile again.
Out of the corner of my eye won't be the only way you're looking at me then.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Ignorance is Bliss.

I love it when people take it into their hands to tell you completely irrelevant shit that just ends up bringing you down. Like, thanks, my day sucked enough. Did I really want to know what you just told me? No. Should I care? No. But do I care? Yeah. I do.

Lately, things have had a tendency to go from completely awesome to sour on me in like, 0.3 seconds. Flat. It's like my friends all decide to coordinate and tell me shitty news all at once. SYNCRONIZE YOUR WATCHES!

My thoughts are that more or less, this is karma kicking my scrawny ass. Karma never seems to be on my side.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

It's me and you and no one else is invited.

It seems like I'm always waiting for something good to happen. The thing is, when good things happen to me, in my mind, they always seem to feel...too late.

I hate how deciding what I want is always more complicated than it should be.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Walk Away.

I promise you, You're not getting anywhere.



Okay, the english translation for this video is epic. Like, you know how in North America there are them rappers and they're all like "Superman that ho, bitch suck my dick" and it's all super offensive to Feminists and those people who take shit way too seriously? Well, this is France's answer to that, only more colorful, and with more epic moustaches. And it's more catchy. Basically, it's way more fun this way. It's just like, this epic rag on loser men, with small dicks, who take the subway 'cause they can't drive, and basically, they're making an ass of themselves because hot chicks can rap better than them.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

When was the last time he grabbed you and kissed you? I know you remember how it used to be.



So I suppose I should explain why in a moment of insanity I've posted pictures of a rose bush on my blog. Well, this is my new baby, and I love it. It cost me a whole $4.99 at Safeway, and it's simply devine. It just makes me happy, you know? And these days, I'll take all the happy that I can get. This is what has spawned my new found girly/grandma phase. Suddenly I've fallen in love with antique tea sets, floral print, knitting, and dresses all over again. Scary thought.

On the other hand, maybe this change is just what I need...

Going back to a point I made earlier: "I'll take all the happy I can get". It seems lately as if I'm being compressed from all around me. From my family to my friends, no one seems to be content these days. It's just more more more. I don't get why people can't just be happy with what they have. It's like chasing an impossible dream. I'm sick of watching people run into themselves. Not only is it pointless, but it brings everyone else down. Just decide what you want, and go with it.

He takes all his women for decadent dinners, expensive restaurants don't mean a thing.




















Do you ever wonder why he still keeps it? Do you even know if I gave back his key?








This is the sound of settling.