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[12 Feb 2008|10:42am] |
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Warning: incoming rant...
What is it with people nowadays? Why the hell does the world have to be so fucking PC? People as a whole seem to be hating stereotypes and generalizations. They're based in truth, that's why they exist.
Now, don't get me wrong...I'm not saying that all people should live by stereotypes and generalizations, but you shouldn't blatantly discredit them. Some people discredit an argument just because it may be based in a generalization.
It's like saying that we should just do away with averages. Who cares if these statistics represent the majority of the population? Technically, they're not 100% true- there are highs and lows also. There are whole career fields out there that deal primarily with averages...advertising, marketing, accounting?
This all stemmed from one of my sister's on-going rants about cheerleaders. My little sister is infuriated by the fact that cheerleaders are perceived to have loose morals and low I.Q.s. I told her that just because the girls on her squad didn't exactly fit that profile, it didn't mean that many other squads all around the country didn't either. Obviously the generalizations had to have come from somewhere, right?
She argued that in "Elite" or "Top gun" (which are some professional cheerleading squads) they get girls from all around the country coming to join. I don't think it struck her, even for a moment, that these girls are different because they're professionals. They are not high school girls looking for their next attention fix. The girls on those squads are gymnasts.
The cheerleader stereotype is a token part in most teen movies. Movies of all genres have patterns...specific story lines that get used over and over again. They make slight changes, but the movies are essentially the same. Some would say the same about books. I once heard it argued that there were only a handful of stories out there and that the rest were just variations. I don't know if that's true or not, but I wouldn't rule it out entirely. Point is (sorry for the segue there...) certain things are fundamentally true.
My question is, why do people obsess over stereotypes and generalizations? Especially if you don't fit that stereotype, why do you care so much? Particularly when those generalizations do not pertain to anything hurtful like racism or any kind of discrimination.
Obviously my sister doesn't see herself as a promiscuous woman or an airhead, so I can't help but wonder why she's so sensitive about the subject. Does she have a hidden insecurity that gets prodded by these widely spread stereotypes, or is she just offended because these stereotypes reflect badly on her and her kind? At the end of the day, I wonder how she doesn't come to the realization that it's trivial to be so upset by this. She graduated high school. She is not a cheerleader in college. When she grows up and has a career, it will have nothing to do with cheer leading or her having been a cheerleader; still she obsesses.
Has the world gotten so P.C. that people can't be blunt anymore? You can't say what you fucking mean. It's like I have to run my thoughts through a mental filter before I release them onto an unsuspecting public. Bluntness certainly leads to rudeness, but there's something to be said for it anyway. No matter how rude it may come off, a blunt delivery assures that you know exactly what a person is thinking or what they mean to get across. No mind games. No beating around the bush. No miscommunication. I value blunt honesty. It can be cruel, but sometimes it's exactly what I need to hear.
There has to be something to this because otherwise comedians would be out of a job. Half of the things comedians say are funny because they can get away with saying what everyone is thinking. They get a "get out of jail free" card because of what their job entails.
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| Movies!!! |
[13 Oct 2007|01:17am] |
Hey everybody I recently started up a movie blog over at blogspot.com. If you like movies pass by and check it out. I'm planning on doing at least one movie a week.
http://reelperspective.blogspot.com/
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| I have issues... |
[16 Sep 2007|01:19am] |
Have you ever hated someone so much that you feel as though you're going to get an ulcer, or maybe just drop dead from a sudden heart attack? Have you ever been so angry with someone that you feel like your organs are on fire, your skin is crawling, and that there's a slight chance that the vein in your forehead is just-- ugh- going to BURST!. Now focus on that person, let the hate flow through you. Now imagine living in the same house with that person. Your only hope of not dying prematurely of a heart attack in such a situation (one would think), is extreme apathy. Don't care...You're a brick wall, baby - nothing can touch you. Well, when someone chips away at that wall with a hammer, there's a chance those bricks are gonna topple over onto you. Today was just the day when I had one of my outbursts, and I paid dearly for it. I just finished a four hour screaming match with my father. I think I may be hoarse.
Let's just say that if screaming at someone vigorously was an exercise, I'd look impeccable by now. No one can piss you off like your family.
I must be, absolutely, *the* most stubborn person to EVER walk this earth. Ever. I spent the last four hours trying to talk sense to a stupid drunk. I'm not saying this out of anger, either - my father is not a thinker. Like at all. As a matter of fact, I think that his main focus in life is to think as superficially as possible. He saw me reading Harry Potter once and asked me what I was doing wasting my time reading. Seriously, Not a thinker. To top it all off, he's a drunk. So I have to be stubborn, because if I'm not, it just means that I'm as stupid as he is.
How do you explain to such a person that you don't get along with them because they can never possibly understand you? I don't mean "understand" the way that most kids mean when they're talking about their parents. I don't need him to "get me," or any such nonsense. I literally just want him to listen to the words coming out of my mouth and know what they mean. I told him,
"Dad I resent you because you were an absent father in my early childhood, and a verbally abusive father in my adolescence. THAT is why we don't get along." How does someone not understand that?! What is so hard about that? "I don't know what you mean, I don't get it." To which I replied, "Dad.....you were a drunk who never spent any time with his family. Then you were an angry drunk who verbally abused his family." "No I wasn't, why would you say that?" It was four hours of this. Four hours of missed birthdays and dead relatives. Four hours of screaming and throwing shit. Four hours of "I work hard, I can't watch my ball game and have my beer?" I seriously want to put my head through a wall just so that I can stop thinking about this.
I originally dealt with it by moving as far away as possible, but it turns out that Utah was just not the place for me. It wasn't the right lifestyle, the people there weren't the right people. It was beautiful, but it wasn't my life. There is no doubt, that Utah was what I needed at that time in my life, but where do I go from here? What do I do now? Currently, my plans are just to finish my AA degree and to live life one step at a time. I am a very family oriented person. I love my mother and my sister. They are with me a great deal of the time. Unfortunately, I'm going to move away again in search of a happier life. After I get my associates degree, I'm going to go to a college far, far away. What am I going to do with myself till I get to that point? God-help-me.
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| Stupid people |
[26 Feb 2007|04:14am] |
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I have decided that people in general are fucking retarded.
I was watching "the sisterhood of the traveling pants" and so I looked it up on IMDB. Yes...It's late (4:00am, to be exact) and I'm bored.
I looked at all the actor's pages and stopped on Alexis Bledels page. Tonight I realized that you can become a member of IMDB and gain access to all these comments.
First I read one about Alexis Bledel being the whitest Latina ever. Alexis Bledel is only half hispanic for one thing. I'm entirely hispanic and I'm just as white as she is. To be more hispanic than I am, I would've had to have been born on the freaking Island.
So there was this uproar with all the white latinas on the net...going crazy because of racist white america. I feel like slapping these people. Sitting there calling them stupid Americans is just as racist, if not more so.
I then moved along to the next comment where they were discussing how "hot" she is or isn't. Then there were a bunch of stupid men and pimply,teenaged idiots criticizing a perfectly suitable human being. They're sitting infront of their computer desks on their fat asses (cause how much time do you gotta spend on a computer to be hanging out on IMDB and commenting? Yeah, I don't think they're too preoccupied with hitting the gym. It's all the same people too.) We live in a nation that has been overtaken by obesity and someone sitting on their fat ass had the nerve to say that most people were toned and well taken care of. You can tell they don't leave their computer room too often. "Alexis better watch her weight in coming years, cause she may turn out to have a pear shaped body," OH NO! She *MAY* look like she EATS occassionaly. God forbid a woman have curves. I don't get it. I don't know if it's the times or if it's just always been this way for some people. Look at Jessica Rabbit - that bitch is obscenely curvy. She's my idol. She's my sister's idol. She's a cartoon, but she's the shit. Or Cameron Diaz in "the mask" She looked great in that movie! Now she looks like lamp post.
I think that guys who bitch about curvy women should just go date other men. If you want your women tall and skinny with no breasts, hips, or butt where's the distinction? What makes these women look like women?
*/End crazy,insomnia-induced rant*
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| Boredom |
[25 Jan 2007|04:29am] |
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Boredom produces the most insane reactions out of people. I think that you could possibly bore someone to death... Especially if they were sleep deprived and completely unable to pass out. Its four thirty AM and I'm still awake. I was taking a glance at some of my "friends" pages on myspace and came across this message I sent to my cousin Dany in some random act of desperation a few months ago.
DANY! SAVE ME! I'M IN THE ACADEMIC LAB AT MIAMI DADE. It's located on 49th street right before you hit the entrance ramps onto the expressway!!1 I'm bored to death and am liable to stab myself in the face with my pencil!!!!!
Just kidding, no need to get out of your computer chair for my crisis. I'm sure that when I get home today and you find the pencil jutting out of my retina you will figure out what happened on your very own.
You probably won't read this for days, thus robbing it of it's comedic effect.
Either way...
I have to get on that whole eye-stabbing thing, so I gotta let you go.
At first I just thought I was extremely bored, but now I've realized that these are the ravings of someone who isn't entirely in charge of all their mental faculties. I may need to be committed.
-Ash
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[04 Nov 2006|01:15am] |
I hung out today with an old highschool friend of mine. I know I say that like it was twenty years ago...anyway...moving along... This friend of mine used to have a crush on me. He was great, I used to love hanging out with him. We used to joke around a lot and he was one of my favorite people to be around. Today I decided to catch up with him but I went to go see a movie. We saw "Borat" and we went with his girlfriend. I ended up being late 'cause I picked up a last minute shift at work and when I got there He hugged me and it was so great to see him again. Something was off though cause when I got to the movie, he very evasively informed me that the seat they saved me was next to his girlfriend. I was like "okay" even though that was the first day I'd ever met her. I'm sitting next to this rather corpulent stranger and his girlfriend, and all I could think is "keep your friends close and your enemies closer,".
After not having seen me in over a year, why would someone who was my good friend seat me as far away from him as possible? He wouldn't would he? Great. I'm going to have to be on my toes with this bitch. Excellent. This is why, for the most part, I hate befriending other women. I hate the games women play with each other. THIS is why all my friends are boys. Worst part is, I can't say anything to him about it.
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| Veronica Mars |
[16 Oct 2006|09:03am] |
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Whoa I just had like a 2 day Veronica Mars marathon. It just reminded me how much I love this show. I had yet to see season two because I never have time to catch anything on TV. I got the season two boxed set for 20 bucks and had myself a marathon. I have to say...It's not the show you get immediately hooked on after one episode, you have to continue to watch the show for a while before you get legitimately obsessed with it. It's still amazing though. There are some episodes that I simply love. I've caught some on TV before but it's not the same...watching them one at a time. for seasons one and two I had marathon viewings. I really love Veronica Mars' character. She's so unapologetic. She doesn't care how offensive she is and I love that. The special features featurette calls her "prickly" and I just loved that description. I think that's great. There's this one episode where she takes a tazer to this frat guy...yeah...I nearly died. He wasn't even talking to her, he had come on to her earlier in the episode and she tossed his beer at him, then she catches him coming on to some other poor girl and she walks passed him at first, but then doubles back to tazer him and then walks away - leaving the other girl standing there laughing her ass off. Yeah, that's priceless. Also priceless? My icon. yeah.
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| Geico commercials |
[06 Sep 2006|12:22am] |
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I love the new Geico commercials. They're amazingly funny. I especially like the one with charo, that was hilarious. The new one with little richard is also priceless.
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| Some like it Hot |
[05 Sep 2006|03:20pm] |
I just finished watching "Some like it hot". Excellent movie! The beginning is kind of slow, but it gets awesome. I loved it. Jack Lemmon was hilarious in his whole little cheap tart facade. Tony Curtis was hot. Marilyn Monroe was beautiful, although I couldn't help but notice that Marilyn Monroe was pretty thick. She was on the cusp of fat. If she were a woman today she'd be considered fat. I love that back in her day women could ...you know... eat. I heard she was a size 12.
It's amazing how much the world's standards for beauty and physical perfection have changed throughout the years. To me it seems like a long time ago, but that's probably because I'm so young. So many people can remember those times.
Its a shame though that in so many interviews Marilyn Monroe is said to have been impossible to work with. I think the woman might've been off her nut. I don't know exactly what her deal was, but I read about her in an interview given by Donald O' Connor. He had worked with her on a movie and had talked about how she was a diva, tempermental....impossible. He also mentioned something about her being afraid of the cameras- not in a creepy way, but just afraid of being on film. It's hard to believe that she had stage fright when she was this huge movie star, but I have only ever read that one interview about her.
In the behind the scenes for "Some like it Hot" Tony Curtis and some other cast members danced around the topic. No one outright said "Marilyn was a major bitch". People seemed to want to put it as delicately as possible. They mentioned that she would be extremely late to the set all the time, or that she wouldn't show up at all sometimes. They also mentioned that on one occasion she came into work but she wouldn't leave her dressing room. Billy finally got her out by pretending to give her solo out to one of the other girls. Supposedly Marilyn heard the other girl singing it and finally came out of her dressing room and took the scene back. They put it nicely, but none-the-less.... she seemed like a petulant child and a pain in the ass. I would have told her so myself had I worked with her. I don't know why people put up with her shit and then sugar coated it in the interviews.
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[03 Sep 2006|04:02pm] |
I'd like to apologize, in advance, to all the men in my flist for this post.
After being on the old movie binge... I've come to a realization. Back then the men were men. I don't know if it's because of the way women have advanced throughout the years, but men now are the biggest pussies.
Gene Kelly did the singing in the rain scene with 103 degree fever. Donald O' Connor did all his prat falls on a concrete floor. As a child Donald once did several shows with a broken arm - shows in which he had to do handstands. It wasn't until after the fourth show that he got sick from the pain of it and went to the hospital.
This made me think of my grandfather. My grandfather was one tough man. I don't think he was afraid of anything. I didn't really come to the realization until now, but they don't make men like him anymore, do they? My grandfather would catch rats by the tail then kill them by slamming them against the wall. A dog once bit him and he got it off him, then chased it down until he could exact his revenge. He never ran away from anything. He used to catch lizards and hook them onto my ears like earrings.
Then to contrast him with my father. My father is such a pussy! He catches a cold and he's bitching and moaning for days My mom has to cater to him like a child. He dislocated his collarbone and I thought the bitching would never end. He has the first headache of his life and he's having a fit, telling my mom he has a migraine. We suffer (my mom and I) from chronic migraines. Severe ones. She and I have both been hospitalized for migraines that have lasted several days. My mom just told him to pop some advil and calm down that he just had a headache. We had a lizard in our kitchen yesterday and I asked him to catch it in a cup and release it outside...and he wouldn't touch it. He kept nudging it with a cup when it got close and it ended up getting away. I asked him why he didn't use his hand and he said "I don't like lizards" COME ON! It's a tiny, defenseless reptile. It-can't-hurt-you.
What happened? Somewhere along the way men stopped acting like men. Now I'm not saying that I want some chauvanist pig who lacks all sensitivity, but geez...toughen up a little men! A man can be respectful and compassionate and still be a man right?
Some(nice)guy friends of mine have asked me why women like guys who act like assholes. Maybe that's why. Who wants to date someone spineless. Do you really feel safe or like a girl if your boyfriend is a scared, sensitive, spineless little man? Sure, he's nice, but can you really be attracted to someone like that on a basic level?
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| I feel terrible |
[02 Sep 2006|12:11am] |
I feel terrible. I'm so mean to my father. I've recently come to terms with the fact that I hate him. My resentment is so strong that everything he does is disgusting to me. His voice annoys me, his very presence annoys me. I hate it when he touches me, I hate it when he speaks to me. It's like the bile that rises in your throat when you're about to throw up, but you manage not to....(gross, I know, but its the only adequate description I can think of...) That's how I feel about him. Then I realize I've treated him like a bitch and I hate myself for it. I can't find it in me to get over my resentment and be the bigger person.
He is gross. He uses my deodorant, yes women's deodorant. He shaves his privates with my razor, even after I asked him not to (Trust me, life is not the same after you wake up to shower one morning and find it and your loofah covered in your father's pubes). He's the oily type of fellow and he works outside a lot, often getting very dirty...then he uses my loofah...even after I told him that it drives me insane to constantly find the new ones I buy turned black because of him. He wipes his nose on his clothes, he always smells like sweat,beer, and cigarettes and he hacks up loogies all over the bathroom. Really, I'm disgusted. My mom just laughs at him, but It drives me so insane and I just can't understand why, but I get the actual physical sensation of my stomach curling with disgust everytime he enters the room I'm in.
I really want to let it go, but I feel like before I even have the opportunity to choose patience, my blood begins to boil. I just don't know what to do. Someone please help me be nice to my father.
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| Old Films |
[01 Sep 2006|02:33pm] |
I love old films. Musicals in particular. I'm lighthearted and idealistic. I love lighthearted, Idealistic, and let's face it, cheesy...Films. There's just one thing I don't understand. I know that people's morals and standards have changed throughout the last few decades...Quite a bit actually, but what's with those weird kisses? I'd rather they not have them in the movie, hold hands or something. They put their faces together and hold still for a long time and then pull apart.I know it may sound juvenile, but How lame is that? Many things have changed in 50 years, but I'm sure that kissing hasn't.
That's just something I don't understand. If they breathe or ...you know...move in some way, does it make it any more or less moral? If they do move it looks like their faces are on some kind of joint or hinge because their heads move but their lips don't. It just looks so ridiculous.
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[01 Sep 2006|12:57am] |
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I recently read some excerpts from Eddie Fisher's Biography. It amazes me that a man could have an ego that large when he's more well known for who he married and for who one of his daughters is, than He is for his own career. I am fortunate to never have met anyone like the person this man portrays himself to be. It's more than just the conceited attitude too, He's such a pig.
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| Classic Films |
[24 Aug 2006|12:34am] |
Today is Gene Kelly's Birthday.
I bring this up because I've recently gotten into watching old movies. The other day I was watching TV and they had the original Sabrina playing on Turner Classic Movies. I watched it and loved it. From there I went on to watch funny face and my fair lady. After I finished watching those movies I went to blockbuster to rent breakfast at Tiffany's, Singin' in the Rain, and Casablanca. I bought a Judy Garland boxed set and I have to say... I love old movies! I really didn't know what I was missing. I was never really interested in watching old movies but it's worth it, if only to expand your horizons. There are so many references made to these great films and now I understand why. Now I'm going to go on Disney's "The great movie ride" and actually appreciate it for what it truly is. I'm so excited. Speaking of the great movie ride.... Gene Kelly actually went to inspect his animatronic self. That's so awesome. Ingrid Berman's daughter and granddaughters went to inspect the animatronic representation of her. A lot of the props in the foyer of the great movie ride are actually the originals. Wow.
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[16 Aug 2006|01:36am] |
Hey everybody!
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Brief entry:
Lance Bass is offically gay now? When did that happen? I feel like I've been living under a rock because I've just become aware of the fact.
Channing Tatum is hot. Really hot. Amanda Bynes is VERY lucky.
Life is good. I went to Yellowstone National Park!!! It was absolutely amazing. Nothing like large, colorful bubbling hot springs of death and steamy,sulfuric explosions of boiling water.
I also Went boating and snorkeling. I highly recommend snorkeling for all those who like to swim and or find treasure. I found a gold earing. It's a small thing, but it was real gold. I was excited.
I'm starting college in like two weeks. I'm half excited half nervous. I need to get my damn books already.
I'm the maid of Honor for my cousin's wedding. I get to throw a bachelorette party, how great is that!?! If anybody has any suggestions for some great gag gifts (i.e. penis shaped pasta, funky lingerie etc) let me know. I really want to have some fun. No strippers or booze, as a lot of us are underaged but hopefully not entirely lacking in naughtiness.
I hope everybody's been okay. I'm not around all the time and I don't update very often but I like to pop in every now and then to see how everyone is. :)
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[05 Aug 2006|12:37am] |
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Hey all, long time no see! I haven't really been in the whole fanfiction world for a while. If you guys have any new stories or old favorites you could recommend for me I'd really appreciate it!
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[03 Jul 2006|05:20am] |
There is something so intoxicating about this place. It imprints itself in your soul. Cuban rythyms set the pace of your life, cuban food is food of choice, and salty ocean breezes are only thirty minutes away. You never need to own a coat in your life and flip flops are practically mandatory. I live and breathe this place. I love Miami.
My parents drive me nuts, but this place just drives me. The more I see of it the more I love it. I don't think I made the wrong decision anymore. Certainly there are things I'll miss in Utah, but this place is so full of passion, so full of life.
I went clubbing tonight. My friends took me out for my last night in Miami before I return to Utah (I am going back to pack all my stuff and to go on a family trip to yellowstone). I just barely got back and it's five thirty in the morning! Can you believe that? The sun is about to come up and this is when I get home. In Utah all the clubs close at 1:30-2:00am. In the club I went to here, people didn't even start to show up until around that time. The music got good at that time. It was just incredible. Clubbing here is nothing like clubbing in Utah. It was absolutely amazing. No comparison whatsoever. After the club I went to south beach with my friends. I guess that will smith song is right. I never really got to experience Miami night life. I left as soon as I turned eighteen. Wow. It kicks ass.
I'm only going to be gone for a month, but I don't want to leave! I don't want to leave the place where I can get mango juice whenever I please, where I can get fresh tropical fruit, delicious cuban pastries and cuban coffee whenever I want them. Ah, the humidity alone. My skin has gotten SO much better since I got here. :(
Ah I'll be back soon enough I guess.
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[29 Jun 2006|01:07am] |
Hey Everybody, long time no entry... I seem to say that a lot, I know. Hopefully that will change soon.
I just saw "Superman Returns".
wow...
*gah*
Superman is HOT. I spent the first half of the movie partially intrigued with what was going on in the story and partially at odds with myself because I couldn't decide whether Superman or cyclopse (as I'll call him because I'm not 100% certain as to what his name is and I'm too lazy to look it up) was hotter.
Also, does anyone else ever notice that Cyclopse is always getting the shaft? In every role he does he's always getting dumped over some other guy! What the hell? As Cyclopse he got the shaft, in the Notebook he got the shaft....Who knows what the poor man will have to endure next.
He's such a beautiful man, and every character he plays is a virtually perfect man for any woman and yet....
Cyclopse always gets the shaft.
Now on a slightly more serious note... "Superman Returns" totally kicked ass. The ending kinda leaves you wanting to scream, but it was good none-the-less. Looks like it's ready for a sequel in a couple years.
I've always liked Superman. As a child I watched the cartoons and the Christopher Reeves movies and I am even collecting the boxed sets for the Lois and Clark version with Dean Cain. What is it with boys hating the superman,huh? From most of the guys I talk to, all I hear is "He's too perfect, he's got too many powers...." yada yada yada. He's fucking "superman" the near-perfection is implied in the damn name. Who knows...Maybe superman is a girl's hero. He falls in love with a girl who falls in love with part of him and not the other and he's got to split himself always where it regards her. It's constant romantic tension, plus superman is gorgeous. Okay, yeah, I'm starting to see why guys hate him.
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| shit shit shit. |
[25 May 2006|01:35am] |
I just barely decided that I would stay in Miami from now on. I'm going to be moving out of My aunt's house at the end of the summer. Why do I have this horrible feeling in my gut like there's something wrong here?
I was feeling pretty positive about the move before I spoke to my aunt about it today. I was applying for college and I needed all kinds of forms mailed over to me and I couldn't get them without telling my aunt because my cousin is absolutely useless. I was feeling great about it, until I told her....
I hate the cold, The people in Utah are kind of weird, and driving in snow sucks. On top of those relatively minor problems comes the two bigger ones. I missed my family terribly, and I didn't have Utah residency. I could not go to school as a resident over there. I didn't try to apply, but chances are they wouldn't accept me because I had only been there for a year and not two full years. I really missed Miami. I missed the weather and the humidity and the people.
You know those commercials with little kids running around screaming, where the grass is a blue green color, and the skies are unnaturally blue and clear? Big, majestic "the hills are alive" kind of mountains surrounding everything in the shot. Yeah, that's Utah. I don't even think that's it, though. I think that what this is really about is my aunt and uncle. They've been my surrogate parents for a year now and the thought of not seeing them everyday makes my stomach hurt. My uncle especially. I've really come to adore him and parting ways with him is going to upset me on a level I don't even want to think about.
Yeah, and my dad is already starting to drive me nuts. He's not mistreating me, he's just really annoying. I'm hoping that all the clingy-ness and the constant questions will fade with time.
Suddenly I'm terrified. Why do I have to keep making these big, dramatic gestures with my life?! Shit, I move around like it's going out of style. It's part of growing up, I guess. I just want to know why the hell I can't decide what I want!? What is wrong with me? shit.
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