I'm just NOT into this movie

I went to see "He's just not into you" last Friday. And I Hated it. That's right, hate, with a capital H. The two people I went to see it hated it too, though we are all in different relationship situations-single and dating, deep into a relationship that is breaking up, to married with a child. I couldn't figure out why I hated it so much. I think it's because I couldn't decide whether I bought into the premise or not. (plus there was the bad acting, too many sub-plots, etc, but that's not really the point of this post) I found this review about it online that I liked a lot. (fyi, there are some words that might offend some)

http://www.pajiba.com/hes-just-not-that-into-you-review.htm

What I finally got to thinking is that unless you do really psycho desperate stuff (some of which the girls in the movie did, and some people do in real life), I don't think it really matters what we do or don't do. If two people like each other, it works. If that "thing" is there, it's there, if not then it isn't. i don't like the way the book makes it seem like there are such exact rules. There may be for some people, but i don't really think all guys we are dealing with are that traditional. I'm so tired of analyzing texts and phone calls and phrases that people say in passing. There is a chance I may be delusional, but I really think for the modern world, in which many of us are attempting to not let traditions of the past unecessarily hold us captive, it's impossible to simplify things that much. I am going to stop thinking in such terms as "the girl does this" and "the guy does this," and try to attempt to relate to guys as if we are both people. Crazy? Maybe. I'll let you know...

December recap

This has been an insane month. Christmas has come and gone and I barely noticed it-working 2 jobs, housing issues, extreme dental work=good times all. I never saw the Rockefeller Christmas tree, and didn't have a tree in my apt. But I am still alive-almost daring to hope that things are soon going to get better. And at that point I will actually write something interesting, or maybe even post pictures, once I make it back to Utah for super-late fake Christmas extravaganza in maybe January or February. 

My highlights for the month:

I flew to Copenhagen for a two day layover, where I love the hotel, and the hot, tall Danish men.

I got to light a menorah for Hannukah. 

I had a lovely Christmas eve with friends here in New York, complete with delicious food, drink, and dessert, after which everyone (but me) wanted to go to sleep around 7:45 pm, but they all livened up and we then played a rousing game of Apples to Apples.

And that's all I can think of now-thanks for your Christmas letters, and happy holidays to everyone!

i have cankles!

In case you didn't know, cankles are when your calves and your ankles melt into each other, and you can no longer tell which is which. I went to Long Beach over Memorial day weekend. It was a beautiful day, wasn't hot, wasn't cold. Just perfect to lie on the beach all day in the sun. Oh, I thought I was being good, used spray-on sunscreen a few times, in a haphazard manner. By the end of the day, I was starting to hurt, and on the way back on the train my legs were on fire. It is one of the worst sunburns of my life, and has apparently caused my ankles to swell up, changing my normal lovely legs into swollen sticks of pain. I did get enough sunscreen on parts of my body however, and you can see little spray marks on my skin where I didn't get burned because I used spray-on sunscreen. Sort of like a leopard.

And den? And den? And den?

I really really hope the pizza I just ordered makes it to my house. I gave my address AND phone number to the lady, I AM NOT KIDDING YOU, 10 times! And instead of saying the name of the street where I live (which sounds like where nuns stay), she kept saying "Convict Avenue." It is a fairly well-known street in the area, or so I thought. No lady, I do not live on CONVICT avenue. I thought we had everything straightened out, then she calls me back to get my address again, then passes the phone to another lady, who asks me what my phone number is. If you just called me, don't you already HAVE my phone number?

Actually, Airborne makes me want to throw up.


Apparently it doesn't really work either.

http://machinist.salon.com/blog/2008/03/04/airborne/index.html

in case you were wondering

Each US househould pays $138 a month to fund the war in Iraq. Wow. Good to know where my money is going. Soldiers in Iraq make about $40,000, while the contractors make $400,000. That makes perfect sense. Grrrr...

Articles are below:

http://www.quizlaw.com/blog/the_true_cost_of_war.php

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2008/feb/28/iraq.afghanistan

Grrr...

when i said i wanted to work today, i meant i wanted to WORK. Not get up before 7 am, put on a dirty uniform, and come to the crew room and sit airport alert, where they may or may not use me. By now I really don't want to go anywhere anyway. Now that I am here, I want to sleep, surf the internet, and maybe watch the Bourne Ultimatum I have been meaning to watch for 2 weeks from Netflix.

some people are classy

yesterday when we were on final approach, one of my fabulous flight attendant friends made me look at the guy in 26C. You know why? He was looking at porn. Casually looking at porn, in the aisle seat of the airplane. With a woman in the window seat. I actually think they were traveling together. What a pervert. Then when it was time to leave, he had the courtesy of leaving the magazine for us. How thoughtful. Guess what else he left? An entire bottle of soy sauce. SOY SAUCE. How on earth did they get through with a bottle of soy sauce? I can't even get through with my toothpaste without getting felt up and these people get through with large condiments!!!

Words I hate

There are some words that I really hate. Mostly because they just don't seem to make any sense. They sound like they are covering up something, and I prefer just saying what you really mean. In recent discussions over the past few weeks, I have heard all these terms used, and I would like to see them NOT. USED. EVER. If you have just used any of these words, I still love you, I am just making fun of you, a little.

-expecting (as in a child) but couldn't you just as likely be expecting a surprise or a dog, or a birthday present

-pet-pet what? a dog? a cat? let's not use this to describe something that happens between two people

-neck-what does this even mean?!? every time I hear it I think of two people neck to neck, nuzzling, in the silliest way.

-courting-I think this is pretty much an eighteenth or ninetieth century word. I think the term now is DATING.

I'm sure there are more words I hate that I'm forgetting. What are your least favorite words? What words do you prefer in their place?

they are winning

don't ever say i am not creative. it is 2:30 am, and i just fashioned a window screen out of kleenex and paper tape. i think it is one of my stupider ideas. i imagine it will hold up for all of 10 minutes. sadly it keeps all the cold air outside (opposite of what i was going for), lets all the noise in (fine, i don't really care one way or they other), and i am pretty sure will do nothing about the DAMN flies!

You don't know a thing about me...

Lately I have started feeling as though all men might be derranged. I know they're not. I know lots of wonderful guys. There are great guys in my family, at work, in my ward. Men I see on the street even appear to be well-adjusted individuals. All of these people have normal relationships with women, etc...But the ones who have been calling and contacting me lately have been doing some disturbed things. I am in a phase where I am a magnet for the weird ones and I am over it-get me out! It kind of makes it less enticing to actually make an effort to um, date.

I went on a date 2 nights ago. I was so traumatized by aforementioned date, that it has taken me a couple of days to write about it. Ever go on a date where it feels like you're on a quiz show? Question after question, and WEIRD questions too. Finally, when he had run out of questions, he asked me what else I wanted to know about him. NOTHING, I thought, I know all I need to know. But I came up with a few other questions, since that was what he was into. Finally, I just said, "what else do you want me to know about you?" He told me some more stuff, that I didn't really need to know, but whatever. Apparently he thought he was a lot more mature than he is, and he was telling me how he likes to date women older than him, lucky me, but I am thinking he should stick to girls his own age. And I should stick to guys my own age. Or older. I got to hear all about how he had been hurt in the past by some crazy girl and now he was just looking for a nice girl. He seemed to think I was that girl. But honestly, how could he know that? Anyone can be nice for a 2 hour dinner. In reality, I could be a total beotch. I'm usually not, but I could be. I just don't think it's really useful to start analyze someone's personality to them on the first, very short, date.

the swiss cheese of shoes

one of my very favorite people in the world announced to me just yesterday that she will be wearing crocs to our next adventure together. i didn't know what to say. so i laughed. and for that i am sorry. sort of. i just can't get behind those. so if you see two people walking around NYC the next couple of days, one wearing crocs, the other, not, but definitely having a good time together, know that the other one is me.