i'm angry right now. really angry. the kind of angry where all i want to do is kick and punch and scream. but none of that is going to help. the situation cannot be rectified, and i just have to accept that suprise suprise, i'm not going to get what i want. so i just need to release some of this aggression, and i am going to do it here on my blog. instead of complaining about the situation that cannot be fixed(since that will only make me angrier) i am going to talk about my biggest pet peeve. i am very passionate about this particular peeve, i consider it the most frustrating thing in the world and i feel it is necessary that it be stopped.
i absolutely cannot stand people who walk like they have no where to go.
now last time i checked walking is an acceptable mode of transportation. it's not really time efficient, but it is good for you, and if you have the time to spare, why not take the 30 min commute vs the 5. But people, if you're gonna walk...DO IT RIGHT! anyone who is walking is inevitably heading somewhere, so please just try to get there! don't just saunter up and down at the speed of a snail as if you are dumb and have no idea where you are. because that is exactly what i think about people who walk slow. you're stupid. immediately i understand that you have no idea where you are going and are oblivious to everything around you. if you are walking half a block, ten people should not pass you in that time. that is absurd.
but wait, it gets worse.
when walking slow is combined with other situations, i sometimes feel like ripping my hair out. an example would be crossing the street. why in god's name would you walk like molasses to the other side. HELLO! there are cars waiting, not to mention what if one gets fed up and runs you down, (don't get me wrong, you deserve it) but don't you have some appreciation for your own safety? or when you are shopping at the mall, with three other people, walking in a row, with a stroller, eating fro yo, obviously you are going .00000000008 miles a minute. you should know that you cannot multi task, and therefore you should not be able to step out into the social world. sit down and eat your freaking ice cream! you would still get to your destination (because i know you have one!) at the same speed.
i understand that people get lost, or confused, and therefore that slows their pace down. i am sympathetic to that. but MOVE out of the way. be considerate to the rest of the people in the world who get places in a reasonable amount of time.
i admitt that i am an abnormally fast walker. as you can tell, i lack patience in some areas and therefore i am the girl you see practically running across campus. ( i didn't get my humungo calves from no where). i am not asking everyone to be speedy gonzales like me, but if a baby has just crawled past you, then houston, i think you may have a problem.
Get some dignity people, and pick up the fucking pace.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
BITE ME
So my sister and I talked about collectively putting together a book of short stories detailing the funny incidents of our childhood and so on. Undoubtedly most of these incidents would take place at the kitchen table, a result of the Dub family dinner conversation. Growing up with two older brothers really takes the conversation to a whole new level, mostly in inappropriate ways. Here is one of the more notable evenings from my memory:
I’ll say about 7th grade I went through a “bite me” phase. Not like the mike Tyson kind, but the snappy response kind. To this day, I’m not even sure if “bite me” has some other urban dictionary meaning, besides to literally bite someone, but I thought it was the cool thing to do, and so it became my 13 year old self’s signature phrase. I used it A LOT. Again, when you have two older brothers, quick snappy remarks are never ending, especially when they are making fun of you endlessly. Well needless to say, as cool as I thought I was being, all snippety, my mother was not a fan. She would continually glare whenever I said the phrase, and remind me again and again to please not respond with “bite me.” but sounding cool was obviously way more important to me. It was not until this particular evening, that I vowed to never use the phrase again:
It was a typical family dinner, all six of us sitting around the table eating something delicious I’m sure. Let’s pretend it was meatloaf….yummm. Anyway the conversation began innocently enough, but slowly it morphed into the more inappropriate topics we all love. And then of course it turned into, “Let’s make fun of Lauren” night. Well one thing led to another and of course I replied, “BITE ME!” My mom’s reaction was the expected, she gave me her disapproving look, and told me to please not use that phrase. Being thirteen, and knowing EVERYTHING, I felt it was necessary to argue. “What is so wrong with it,” I asked. But before my mom could answer my question my dad jumped in and answered with, “Well how would you feel if I said Blow Me all the time?” At that point I am sure the look on my face was priceless. I imagine my eyes bugged out, and I struggled to keep my milk in my mouth and not to choke. Needless to say, I never used bite me again in the following years, and to this day, it rarely slips out, unless really necessary, the horror of reliving that night is just not worth it.
Maybe my parents should write a how to parenting guide, because clearly the best way to get children to stop saying things you don’t approve of, is to scar them with something equally disturbing coming out of your mouth. Who knew?
I’ll say about 7th grade I went through a “bite me” phase. Not like the mike Tyson kind, but the snappy response kind. To this day, I’m not even sure if “bite me” has some other urban dictionary meaning, besides to literally bite someone, but I thought it was the cool thing to do, and so it became my 13 year old self’s signature phrase. I used it A LOT. Again, when you have two older brothers, quick snappy remarks are never ending, especially when they are making fun of you endlessly. Well needless to say, as cool as I thought I was being, all snippety, my mother was not a fan. She would continually glare whenever I said the phrase, and remind me again and again to please not respond with “bite me.” but sounding cool was obviously way more important to me. It was not until this particular evening, that I vowed to never use the phrase again:
It was a typical family dinner, all six of us sitting around the table eating something delicious I’m sure. Let’s pretend it was meatloaf….yummm. Anyway the conversation began innocently enough, but slowly it morphed into the more inappropriate topics we all love. And then of course it turned into, “Let’s make fun of Lauren” night. Well one thing led to another and of course I replied, “BITE ME!” My mom’s reaction was the expected, she gave me her disapproving look, and told me to please not use that phrase. Being thirteen, and knowing EVERYTHING, I felt it was necessary to argue. “What is so wrong with it,” I asked. But before my mom could answer my question my dad jumped in and answered with, “Well how would you feel if I said Blow Me all the time?” At that point I am sure the look on my face was priceless. I imagine my eyes bugged out, and I struggled to keep my milk in my mouth and not to choke. Needless to say, I never used bite me again in the following years, and to this day, it rarely slips out, unless really necessary, the horror of reliving that night is just not worth it.
Maybe my parents should write a how to parenting guide, because clearly the best way to get children to stop saying things you don’t approve of, is to scar them with something equally disturbing coming out of your mouth. Who knew?
Thursday, June 18, 2009
is that a zipper i hear?
my friends and i have a lot of theories we have developed about guys (as i am sure many guys have theories about girls) but this one is one of the most serious offenders. personally it is my biggest turn off, and or course it's the one that occurs most in my boy encounters. so for the girls out there, i feel it is my duty to warn you, and for the guys, maybe just maybe you will learn something.
The Unzipping of the Man Suit.
what is this you ask? well now seems like the perfect time to clarify. there is nothing more attractive in the world than meeting a hot guy, who meets your height requirement, seems to have a great personality, and on top of everything else is very athletic and manly. it just sounds too go to be true. well ladies, it is. because there is nothing worse than that same guy, two weeks later, unzipping his mansuit to reveal that he has a giant vagina. not literally, but emotionally. let me tell you guys, two weeks is not nearly enough time for you to feel like it's okay to reveal your 12 year old girl emotions. two years is not even enough. the second that zipper starts sliding down, i am OUT-THE-DOOR.
despite my hatred of this quality, it seems i have a weakness for these types of guys. maybe it's my sarcastic and "manly" personality that attracts these pseudo guys. but seriously, i don't even keep friends around who are crazy emotional wrecks, why in gods name would i want to date one.
what prompted this post is my new attraction (against my minds will) to this guy. it's really more of an infatuation, he just intrigues me. and i am almost absolutely positive that he is parading around in a mansuit. but his height, and messy hair, and most importantly his hands (i love a guy with great hands), have got me overwhelmed. it's obvious that i have a thing for things i cannot have, or more importantly things i don't even want. maybe its my commitment phobia playing tricks on my mind. it tells me to be attracted to people who it knows ill late freak out about.
but for now, i am thoroughly enjoying the excitement of this new challenge, and the beautiful face isn't so bad to look at either. so at least for the sake of having some fun this summer, let's hope he keeps his mansuit zipped tightly. maybe we can reinforce it with safety pins....just to be safe.
The Unzipping of the Man Suit.
what is this you ask? well now seems like the perfect time to clarify. there is nothing more attractive in the world than meeting a hot guy, who meets your height requirement, seems to have a great personality, and on top of everything else is very athletic and manly. it just sounds too go to be true. well ladies, it is. because there is nothing worse than that same guy, two weeks later, unzipping his mansuit to reveal that he has a giant vagina. not literally, but emotionally. let me tell you guys, two weeks is not nearly enough time for you to feel like it's okay to reveal your 12 year old girl emotions. two years is not even enough. the second that zipper starts sliding down, i am OUT-THE-DOOR.
despite my hatred of this quality, it seems i have a weakness for these types of guys. maybe it's my sarcastic and "manly" personality that attracts these pseudo guys. but seriously, i don't even keep friends around who are crazy emotional wrecks, why in gods name would i want to date one.
what prompted this post is my new attraction (against my minds will) to this guy. it's really more of an infatuation, he just intrigues me. and i am almost absolutely positive that he is parading around in a mansuit. but his height, and messy hair, and most importantly his hands (i love a guy with great hands), have got me overwhelmed. it's obvious that i have a thing for things i cannot have, or more importantly things i don't even want. maybe its my commitment phobia playing tricks on my mind. it tells me to be attracted to people who it knows ill late freak out about.
but for now, i am thoroughly enjoying the excitement of this new challenge, and the beautiful face isn't so bad to look at either. so at least for the sake of having some fun this summer, let's hope he keeps his mansuit zipped tightly. maybe we can reinforce it with safety pins....just to be safe.
Monday, June 15, 2009
things i LOVE
here are just some randoms that make me happy:
cougars (the old woman preying on young men kind)
YouTube
days off
neon nailpolish
crazy shoes
dancing with the stars
peanut butter
rereading a good book
sunny days
sarcasm
bright colors
crushes
adventures
cheers to making it an amazing summer!
cougars (the old woman preying on young men kind)
YouTube
days off
neon nailpolish
crazy shoes
dancing with the stars
peanut butter
rereading a good book
sunny days
sarcasm
bright colors
crushes
adventures
cheers to making it an amazing summer!
Sunday, June 7, 2009
take me out to the ball game
baseball has got to be my least favorite sport. i don't play it well, and i don't really enjoy watching it either, so it makes total sense when my brothers invited me to go to the dodger game, i willingly agreed...right? anyway this is how the situation played out:
first i get a phone call:
"yo Lauren, wanna go to the dodger game tomorrow?"
"uh, yeah i guess that sounds cool, i don't have anything else to do."
pause...then me again,
"wait, are we gonna stay the whole game?"
"yeah probably"
"oh okay, well i guess i'll still go."
cut to the next morning:
i'm putting together my purse, including a book and a magazine, i mean what else am i going to do for nine freaking innings. i also pack some almonds, string cheese, and apple and a nectarine (i tend to get hungry, and ten dollar nachos and a eight dollar hot dog just aren't gonna keep me satisfied. i also grab a sweatshirt and a jacket, thinking i would be freezing, since the only baseball games i go to are in sf. my brothers pick me up and we head off....wooo dodgers!
so we get to the stadium, and we have saweet seats, like five rows back from first base, right behind the visitors dugout. i thought hey, maybe i could get into this. and we had three funny old guys sitting behind us, so i was enjoying the entertainment. after one inning i quickly realize, that it's more likely i am going to die of heatstroke than freeze to death, and am immediately regretting my abundance of jackets and lack of sunscreen. three more innings, NOTHING has happened, no one has scored, practically no one has gotten past first base, and i'm feeling a little pink. i trade my boredom for a dodger dog. yummmm, until about five minutes later, when i gladly would have taken my boredom back.
two and a half hours later and the phillies are up by one. it seems no one else is going to be scoring, until magically at the bottom of the ninth inning, the dodgers make a comeback, with an unexpected homerun to tie up the game. (with two outs). the next batter comes up, three strikes, he's out, and before i realize it we're into overtime in a tenth inning. oy. now i'm stuck, feeling the burn, seeing no end in sight and worst of all, i am completely out of snacks. nothing happens in ten, nothing happens in eleven, it seems as if nothing is going to happen in twelve...but thank god for andre ethier. seriously, that man is my hero. by the bottom of the twelfth i am RED RED RED, dehydrated, bored out of my mind, and preparing myself for another few lame innings when he hits a beautiful home run!! i stand up with so much enthusiasm and joy, i shock my own self, and just shout thank god. (i think those old men must have though i was a real big dodgers fan, because they cheerfully agreed with me, thank god they said too...they really were fans, i was just relieved to leave).
the lesson i have learned from this is, always bring sunscreen, and there must be a reason why everyone at baseball games are always drinking tons of beer. i might have to jump on THAT bandwagon to survive next time. at least i had something to write a blog about...
first i get a phone call:
"yo Lauren, wanna go to the dodger game tomorrow?"
"uh, yeah i guess that sounds cool, i don't have anything else to do."
pause...then me again,
"wait, are we gonna stay the whole game?"
"yeah probably"
"oh okay, well i guess i'll still go."
cut to the next morning:
i'm putting together my purse, including a book and a magazine, i mean what else am i going to do for nine freaking innings. i also pack some almonds, string cheese, and apple and a nectarine (i tend to get hungry, and ten dollar nachos and a eight dollar hot dog just aren't gonna keep me satisfied. i also grab a sweatshirt and a jacket, thinking i would be freezing, since the only baseball games i go to are in sf. my brothers pick me up and we head off....wooo dodgers!
so we get to the stadium, and we have saweet seats, like five rows back from first base, right behind the visitors dugout. i thought hey, maybe i could get into this. and we had three funny old guys sitting behind us, so i was enjoying the entertainment. after one inning i quickly realize, that it's more likely i am going to die of heatstroke than freeze to death, and am immediately regretting my abundance of jackets and lack of sunscreen. three more innings, NOTHING has happened, no one has scored, practically no one has gotten past first base, and i'm feeling a little pink. i trade my boredom for a dodger dog. yummmm, until about five minutes later, when i gladly would have taken my boredom back.
two and a half hours later and the phillies are up by one. it seems no one else is going to be scoring, until magically at the bottom of the ninth inning, the dodgers make a comeback, with an unexpected homerun to tie up the game. (with two outs). the next batter comes up, three strikes, he's out, and before i realize it we're into overtime in a tenth inning. oy. now i'm stuck, feeling the burn, seeing no end in sight and worst of all, i am completely out of snacks. nothing happens in ten, nothing happens in eleven, it seems as if nothing is going to happen in twelve...but thank god for andre ethier. seriously, that man is my hero. by the bottom of the twelfth i am RED RED RED, dehydrated, bored out of my mind, and preparing myself for another few lame innings when he hits a beautiful home run!! i stand up with so much enthusiasm and joy, i shock my own self, and just shout thank god. (i think those old men must have though i was a real big dodgers fan, because they cheerfully agreed with me, thank god they said too...they really were fans, i was just relieved to leave).
the lesson i have learned from this is, always bring sunscreen, and there must be a reason why everyone at baseball games are always drinking tons of beer. i might have to jump on THAT bandwagon to survive next time. at least i had something to write a blog about...
Thursday, June 4, 2009
OBSESSED!
i think music taste is based completely on people's personalities. now i am not a huge music buff, and by that what i really mean is that i am not a music elitist. i LOVE music. probably more than the average person, it cheers me up, keeps me company when i am sad, and most of all doesn't complain when i have sweet dance parties in my room, or even belt out the completely tone deaf lyrics. but i'm not musically judgemental. that would most likely be because i don't have a taste in music. someone once told me that when you say you like all kinds of music, you are really saying that you in fact have no taste at all. instead of being offended i agreed, it's true, i'm open to all sorts of genres. for me, it's all about how it sounds. i can tell almost instantly if i like a song or not, and most of the time it has to do with the beat, or the lyrics, or the voice, but i don't limit it to only certain types. which in my mind fits right in sync with my personality. without sounding indifferent i just don't care, i'm down to listen to anything. for those of you musically elite who don't get it, here is a little insight into my no taste in music.
10 songs i am OBSESSED with right now:
10. The Promise- When in Rome (it has just recently come to my attention that i am a huge fan of the napoleon dynamite soundtrack. but figures, i'm usually always behind on the trends, so figures i'd come around to it five years later. nothing like a good nineties jam to bring back the memories.)
9. 1,2,3,4- Plain White T's (this song is so creative. i can't get over it. i mean what a genius, so smart. plus it is obviously adorable and catchy. and makes every girl wish they had such an amazing love)
8. My Life Would Suck Without You- Kelly Clarkson (i can thank sammie for this. but seriously, it's such a good song. girly, yet bad ass as well. makes a sweet dancing song. and of course, what girl doesn't really like ms. clarkson?)
7. Right Round- Flo Rida (can Flo Rida make a bad song? seriously? everything by him is so good! hands down, if i somehow have money when he makes it to the yay area...i am so there)
6. Heartless- Kris Allen ( i didn't watch american idol, but i love this guys voice! and i love the original, so how could i not love the combination. oh right, i DO love it!)
5. The Climb- Miley Cyrus (i can't stand her. but this song is a great "put on repeat" up lifter, i would know from personal experience)
4. Tonight- The Jonas Brothers ( haha, someone has to have a guilty pleasure somewhere. although it seems most of my music is guilty pleasures. i am a sucker for a good looking whiny voice. i can't help it if their jail bait.)
3. Bleeding Love- Leona Lewis ( i'll never be able to get over this song. it is so last summer, but i still love it. it never gets old. it's a weakness i guess i'll never be able to cure)
2. Don't Stop Believing- The Cast of Glee (this show is going to be amazing! i cannot wait. i'm glad i finally get to live out my dreams of being able to sing vicariously through this show choir. one of the many things my god given beautifully wretched voice did not allow me to do)
1. The Best Days of My Life- Kellie Pickler ( i love love love this song. i can't stop listening to it. it's really becoming a problem. the video is even better. you go kellie!)
and there you go. as all those music elitists' cringe, just remember, it's okay to have horrible taste in music! EMBRACE IT!
10 songs i am OBSESSED with right now:
10. The Promise- When in Rome (it has just recently come to my attention that i am a huge fan of the napoleon dynamite soundtrack. but figures, i'm usually always behind on the trends, so figures i'd come around to it five years later. nothing like a good nineties jam to bring back the memories.)
9. 1,2,3,4- Plain White T's (this song is so creative. i can't get over it. i mean what a genius, so smart. plus it is obviously adorable and catchy. and makes every girl wish they had such an amazing love)
8. My Life Would Suck Without You- Kelly Clarkson (i can thank sammie for this. but seriously, it's such a good song. girly, yet bad ass as well. makes a sweet dancing song. and of course, what girl doesn't really like ms. clarkson?)
7. Right Round- Flo Rida (can Flo Rida make a bad song? seriously? everything by him is so good! hands down, if i somehow have money when he makes it to the yay area...i am so there)
6. Heartless- Kris Allen ( i didn't watch american idol, but i love this guys voice! and i love the original, so how could i not love the combination. oh right, i DO love it!)
5. The Climb- Miley Cyrus (i can't stand her. but this song is a great "put on repeat" up lifter, i would know from personal experience)
4. Tonight- The Jonas Brothers ( haha, someone has to have a guilty pleasure somewhere. although it seems most of my music is guilty pleasures. i am a sucker for a good looking whiny voice. i can't help it if their jail bait.)
3. Bleeding Love- Leona Lewis ( i'll never be able to get over this song. it is so last summer, but i still love it. it never gets old. it's a weakness i guess i'll never be able to cure)
2. Don't Stop Believing- The Cast of Glee (this show is going to be amazing! i cannot wait. i'm glad i finally get to live out my dreams of being able to sing vicariously through this show choir. one of the many things my god given beautifully wretched voice did not allow me to do)
1. The Best Days of My Life- Kellie Pickler ( i love love love this song. i can't stop listening to it. it's really becoming a problem. the video is even better. you go kellie!)
and there you go. as all those music elitists' cringe, just remember, it's okay to have horrible taste in music! EMBRACE IT!
Monday, May 25, 2009
torn
i grew up in the san fernando valley, which is part of the greater los angeles area, and as said before has made the the valley girl you all know and love. when i got into san francisco state i couldn't wait to escape the bubble of self involved anorexia and explore new and different places. i was more than excited to experience life in a city, and if nothing else have an adventure for four years, to at least add to my cultural learning. when i first moved i always assumed i would go back to southern california eventually. i mean i loved the city and the atmosphere, but i am a product of suburbia, and i just couldn't imagine settling down without the possibility of having a front and back yard. but as life would have it, a semester into college and the girls i thought were my best friends decided they didn't want me in their lives anymore. the devastation made me determined to love san francisco even more. and as much as it kills me, i have to thank them for that. i spent the next year and a half throwing myself into the city life. i let go of my fear of public transportation and spent time exploring new parts and places in the city.
i learned about great places to go shopping, to eat, and to just have some fun. but more importantly i think i experienced true san franciscan culture. growing up in a bubble, it never occurred to me that moving to sf would not only be a location change, but it would introduce me to a whole new mentality. everyone is so much more relaxed and laid back. i didn't feel the same sort of pressure to be super skinny, or really tan, or tall and blonde. i was able to feel like i finally fit in somewhere and i truly enjoyed it. i think i really became myself. i realized how much i was censored in highschool, and so much of it was dictated to me by those so called friends. i'm a weird person, and i like that about myself, but it definitely took san francisco to bring it out.
i was in love, and it seemed like i was never going back to southern california. i mean how could you move back to the boring valley, when there was so much fun to be had in the city. and then this year happened. well really this semester. this has been the roughest semester i have had in college so far. i hurt my back three times, which sent me into a frenzy of discouragement and lack of motivation. i feel like every time i tried to get up, i just got shot back down. and sometimes quite literally. the stress of being an adult has finally consumed me, and i don't know what to do anymore. i've never wanted to move home more, in fact i've even considered transferring schools for my last three classes and just getting out as fast as i can. (probably fortunately, it's not possible). i don't think it's southern california i miss. i know it isn't. it's having someone to take care of me that is most appealing. i never thought i would say this, but i cannot wait to move back in with my parents. i'm sick of taking care of everyone, and i just want someone to take care of me. there's nothing like a semester of dragging yourself to doctors, arguing with health insurance, trying to make ends meet with a dead end job, fixing problems in the house, trying to get all the bills paid and worrying about passing your classes to make you want your mom again.
the mighty has fallen. (me being the mighty of course). and the path i am going to take to overcome it is still unclear. i really need a break from life, from everything really, so i can patch myself back up, but that seems next to impossible. i'm just trying to stick it out, but honestly, it breaks my heart to say it, i'm counting down the days til i can get that one way ticket out of the real world, and back to southern cali.
i learned about great places to go shopping, to eat, and to just have some fun. but more importantly i think i experienced true san franciscan culture. growing up in a bubble, it never occurred to me that moving to sf would not only be a location change, but it would introduce me to a whole new mentality. everyone is so much more relaxed and laid back. i didn't feel the same sort of pressure to be super skinny, or really tan, or tall and blonde. i was able to feel like i finally fit in somewhere and i truly enjoyed it. i think i really became myself. i realized how much i was censored in highschool, and so much of it was dictated to me by those so called friends. i'm a weird person, and i like that about myself, but it definitely took san francisco to bring it out.
i was in love, and it seemed like i was never going back to southern california. i mean how could you move back to the boring valley, when there was so much fun to be had in the city. and then this year happened. well really this semester. this has been the roughest semester i have had in college so far. i hurt my back three times, which sent me into a frenzy of discouragement and lack of motivation. i feel like every time i tried to get up, i just got shot back down. and sometimes quite literally. the stress of being an adult has finally consumed me, and i don't know what to do anymore. i've never wanted to move home more, in fact i've even considered transferring schools for my last three classes and just getting out as fast as i can. (probably fortunately, it's not possible). i don't think it's southern california i miss. i know it isn't. it's having someone to take care of me that is most appealing. i never thought i would say this, but i cannot wait to move back in with my parents. i'm sick of taking care of everyone, and i just want someone to take care of me. there's nothing like a semester of dragging yourself to doctors, arguing with health insurance, trying to make ends meet with a dead end job, fixing problems in the house, trying to get all the bills paid and worrying about passing your classes to make you want your mom again.
the mighty has fallen. (me being the mighty of course). and the path i am going to take to overcome it is still unclear. i really need a break from life, from everything really, so i can patch myself back up, but that seems next to impossible. i'm just trying to stick it out, but honestly, it breaks my heart to say it, i'm counting down the days til i can get that one way ticket out of the real world, and back to southern cali.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
please turn off all cell phones and pagers
i have been an avid movie go-er for years. my parents LOVE going to the movies, mainly for the popcorn (see one of the posts below), so as a kid we went a lot. then in highschool that was the cool thing to do on the weekends, because at 14 there really isn't much else to do. and plus there is just something so fun about going and seeing the movie play on a huge screen, in the dark theatre, i just really enjoy it. and don't even get me started about previews. those are the absolute best part! i love previews! i would pay ten dollars to sit and watch previews for two hours, that's how much i love them. but nevermind that, this post is about something more important, something much more troubling than my love for previews...
the extreme decline in movie theatre etiquette.
what the fuck happened in the last five years?! when in gods name did it become okay to answer your cell phone in the middle of a movie?! or bbm your friend the entire time? or record the movie on your camera? (newsflash: if you watch it the first time, you won't have to have it recorded to remember what happened!) or even worse, have a conversation at full volume about how you don't think adam likes you. (well he probably doesn't like dumb hoes who talk in movies! and honestly i don't blame him) i mean is the whisper extinct? and how come i missed that memo?
i just don't get it. and i don't think i ever will. call me a traditionalist, but when i go into a movie theatre, i make sure my phone is on silent, and in my bag, and i don't look at it until the movie is over. (unless of course, it is a horrible movie, and i am trying to figure out how much longer i have to endure it. but even then i try very hard to keep the phone hidden in my purse, and under the seat, so that blaring light doesn't bother anyone else.)
in the last few years alone, movie theatre etiquette has just ceased to exist all together. i cannot tell you the last time i saw a movie in which there wasn't some annoying interruption. whether it be the five 12 year old girls chasing after their 12 year old boy friend in the top row the ENTIRE length of the Hannah Montana movie, or a 5 year old child chewing the stairs of the theatre crying because the 10:45pm showing was clearly past his bed time.
it is just sad that we live in a world where we can't ignore a phone call or a text message for two hours, is it really that urgent and necessary that you answer now? and if it is, why don't you rush up and leave the theatre, so the rest of the patrons can enjoy. you do not need to have the conversation while still watching the movie. despite what you may think you are not in a sound proof bubble. and my god, that light on your phone might not seem so bright to you, because all you are doing is cooing over the fact that he finally texted you, but for me up in the back row, it is ALL i can see. so put your phones away, the boys will love you for not being so freaking desperate. and spending ten dollars to try and hold your arm up and steady for two hours, just so you can have a shitty quality version of only the dialogue and lumpy black shapes moving around, seems really really stupid. REALLY stupid. you must really be dumb to think that is going to be a lucrative business. instead save yourself the trouble, just enjoy the big screen, and you will leave just as satisfied, with both arms intact.
even though i have yet to experience and interruption free movie, i still keep going. i just can't wait that long to watch it in the privacy and silence of my own home. so today i am making the journey again. hears to hoping i enjoy at least three quarters of the movie distraction free!
the extreme decline in movie theatre etiquette.
what the fuck happened in the last five years?! when in gods name did it become okay to answer your cell phone in the middle of a movie?! or bbm your friend the entire time? or record the movie on your camera? (newsflash: if you watch it the first time, you won't have to have it recorded to remember what happened!) or even worse, have a conversation at full volume about how you don't think adam likes you. (well he probably doesn't like dumb hoes who talk in movies! and honestly i don't blame him) i mean is the whisper extinct? and how come i missed that memo?
i just don't get it. and i don't think i ever will. call me a traditionalist, but when i go into a movie theatre, i make sure my phone is on silent, and in my bag, and i don't look at it until the movie is over. (unless of course, it is a horrible movie, and i am trying to figure out how much longer i have to endure it. but even then i try very hard to keep the phone hidden in my purse, and under the seat, so that blaring light doesn't bother anyone else.)
in the last few years alone, movie theatre etiquette has just ceased to exist all together. i cannot tell you the last time i saw a movie in which there wasn't some annoying interruption. whether it be the five 12 year old girls chasing after their 12 year old boy friend in the top row the ENTIRE length of the Hannah Montana movie, or a 5 year old child chewing the stairs of the theatre crying because the 10:45pm showing was clearly past his bed time.
it is just sad that we live in a world where we can't ignore a phone call or a text message for two hours, is it really that urgent and necessary that you answer now? and if it is, why don't you rush up and leave the theatre, so the rest of the patrons can enjoy. you do not need to have the conversation while still watching the movie. despite what you may think you are not in a sound proof bubble. and my god, that light on your phone might not seem so bright to you, because all you are doing is cooing over the fact that he finally texted you, but for me up in the back row, it is ALL i can see. so put your phones away, the boys will love you for not being so freaking desperate. and spending ten dollars to try and hold your arm up and steady for two hours, just so you can have a shitty quality version of only the dialogue and lumpy black shapes moving around, seems really really stupid. REALLY stupid. you must really be dumb to think that is going to be a lucrative business. instead save yourself the trouble, just enjoy the big screen, and you will leave just as satisfied, with both arms intact.
even though i have yet to experience and interruption free movie, i still keep going. i just can't wait that long to watch it in the privacy and silence of my own home. so today i am making the journey again. hears to hoping i enjoy at least three quarters of the movie distraction free!
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
finals: time to crunch, or crack...
i'm in the library (well the annex, the temporary library)...nope not studying. instead i am procrastinating. as if i couldn't procrastinate anywhere else, i chose to wake up early and come to the library do it. my hope is that somewhere in between all this procrastinating i will get at least some of my TWO papers done. probably more, than if i was procrastinating at home.
both of these papers, one ten pages, and the other seven, are due on thursday, and i have done maybe a quarter of each (and that is me being very generous to myself). i don't know what it is about me, that just cannot get anything done til it absolutely needs to be. i mean i have things to do tomorrow, which translates into, these papers better be done for the most part by today. which i fully understand, and yet here i am blog blogging away.
the library is such an intersting place to sit and people watch. the most random people come here. and the new cool thing about this temporary library is that you can bring whatever you want to eat in here. which is my new interesting thing to look at, because people bring EVERYTHING in here. seriously there is someone a few tables down eating mcdonalds with french fries smothered in ketchup. down a little bit from him, is a girl eating soup. it's crazy! two days ago i saw someone eating nachos. the only draw back is that instead of studying, i see people eating, which makes me think about how hungry i am, and what i want to eat to quench that hunger.
but today i came prepared!! (its the girl scout in me). i came equipped with snacks and a sandwich and tea, and gum and candy. so hunger is not going to overcome me. now if i could only just squash the procrastinating bug and go tackle these papers!!
wish me luck. i hope everyone is doing well on their finals!!
both of these papers, one ten pages, and the other seven, are due on thursday, and i have done maybe a quarter of each (and that is me being very generous to myself). i don't know what it is about me, that just cannot get anything done til it absolutely needs to be. i mean i have things to do tomorrow, which translates into, these papers better be done for the most part by today. which i fully understand, and yet here i am blog blogging away.
the library is such an intersting place to sit and people watch. the most random people come here. and the new cool thing about this temporary library is that you can bring whatever you want to eat in here. which is my new interesting thing to look at, because people bring EVERYTHING in here. seriously there is someone a few tables down eating mcdonalds with french fries smothered in ketchup. down a little bit from him, is a girl eating soup. it's crazy! two days ago i saw someone eating nachos. the only draw back is that instead of studying, i see people eating, which makes me think about how hungry i am, and what i want to eat to quench that hunger.
but today i came prepared!! (its the girl scout in me). i came equipped with snacks and a sandwich and tea, and gum and candy. so hunger is not going to overcome me. now if i could only just squash the procrastinating bug and go tackle these papers!!
wish me luck. i hope everyone is doing well on their finals!!
Sunday, May 3, 2009
tell me again how much i saved?!
a few years ago i used to work at target. that glorious haven: the store that has everything. this is in no way a bashing of target, because despite some of the interesting things that happened while i worked there, i actually thoroughly enjoyed it. it's a great company to work for, and i would recommend it to anyone. anyway, target most definitely has one of the most interesting clientele that a store can have. mainly because everyone can find something they need there. so while i was there, i developed some theories about the people who shop there, and i'll share one of them now.
we will call this meta-frugality: a word i just made up (well at least i think i did) that describes commenting or bringing attention to your own frugal-ness.
this is a common action i observed while ringing up people's items. i cannot be sure if it just made people feel better about all the money they saved, or if they just needed to be reassured that they were not spending more money than they thought. but it went like this:
i would say about 95 percent of the time i rung up an item that was on sale, the customer would verbally double check that it rang up for the price that it was on sale for. for example, let's say that water picks were on sale for $19.88, this is how the situation would play out:
me, holding the water pick over the scanner, across the bar code
BEEP (success!)
customer: that was $19.88 right?
me: uh, yeah
customer (with a suddenly more reassured confident face): okay, good.
now normally, this would just seem like regular conversation, but i began to notice that it happened ALL the time, and multiple times during the ringing up process. i mean, if someone was buying all items that were on sale, they would ask it after every item was rung up. or even worse, they would shake it up and ask, "how much was that?" which of course would make my reply much more complicated, since i would have to look at the screen and repeat the numbers. much harder than just saying "uh yeah."
my conclusion from this whole thing is that people just LOVE to hear about how much they saved. it's as if my reassuring them that the price on their item was in fact the sale price, i am actually saying "congratulations! you did it! you got it for only $19.88. what a deal!" which when you really think about it is kind of pathetic. it's not like getting something on sale is any great feat. especially when it is something from target, which usually means that there are five hundred of the same item, for the same sale price. it's not as if you picked out the only one out of the stack that was on sale.
and i'll tell you, this action was not limited to expensive items that people were really getting deals on. i mean this was no $500 saving on a plasma screen tv. this was 50 cents on the mega roll of toliet paper. all i can say is that from someone who loves to get deals herself, save the congratulations for when you get home. or pat yourself on the back on your own time, because chances are, the cashier probably doesn't give a fuck.
we will call this meta-frugality: a word i just made up (well at least i think i did) that describes commenting or bringing attention to your own frugal-ness.
this is a common action i observed while ringing up people's items. i cannot be sure if it just made people feel better about all the money they saved, or if they just needed to be reassured that they were not spending more money than they thought. but it went like this:
i would say about 95 percent of the time i rung up an item that was on sale, the customer would verbally double check that it rang up for the price that it was on sale for. for example, let's say that water picks were on sale for $19.88, this is how the situation would play out:
me, holding the water pick over the scanner, across the bar code
BEEP (success!)
customer: that was $19.88 right?
me: uh, yeah
customer (with a suddenly more reassured confident face): okay, good.
now normally, this would just seem like regular conversation, but i began to notice that it happened ALL the time, and multiple times during the ringing up process. i mean, if someone was buying all items that were on sale, they would ask it after every item was rung up. or even worse, they would shake it up and ask, "how much was that?" which of course would make my reply much more complicated, since i would have to look at the screen and repeat the numbers. much harder than just saying "uh yeah."
my conclusion from this whole thing is that people just LOVE to hear about how much they saved. it's as if my reassuring them that the price on their item was in fact the sale price, i am actually saying "congratulations! you did it! you got it for only $19.88. what a deal!" which when you really think about it is kind of pathetic. it's not like getting something on sale is any great feat. especially when it is something from target, which usually means that there are five hundred of the same item, for the same sale price. it's not as if you picked out the only one out of the stack that was on sale.
and i'll tell you, this action was not limited to expensive items that people were really getting deals on. i mean this was no $500 saving on a plasma screen tv. this was 50 cents on the mega roll of toliet paper. all i can say is that from someone who loves to get deals herself, save the congratulations for when you get home. or pat yourself on the back on your own time, because chances are, the cashier probably doesn't give a fuck.
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