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| this entry is dedicated to pevans, who seems to have too much time on his hands and thus relies on xanga for excitement ;)
im in San Diego. i just watched the first half-hour of Raising Arizona and really want cable like these people (they have 600 channels...like, Curb Your Enthusiasm and Ali G AND The Young Ones are all on at once...christ, the choices).
i bought period underwear today (100% cotton, low-cut boy briefs...perfect for pads and unwanted leakage...i know this is TMI, but the girls know what im talkin' about), they're roxy brand--surfer undies.
i never think i look good but my mom gave me a pearl necklace (dirty!) from my grandmother which has rubies in it. it sits at the base of my neck and it makes me look hot. i swear. this is a historical moment.
my mom is more enlightened about sex than i am. this distresses me. this also makes me want to ask the relationship psychologist we're staying with how to improve my boyfriend judgment. something tells me i need more than 4 days (how long ill be here) to find out.
i actually have, like, a circle of friends here that, like, im going to miss. i dont make friends uber easily so this is exciting. these people are cool and wonderful and all seem to be Northwestern alumni...they are also all single (or in non-serious relaitonships which is SUCH a pleasant change from all the bloody committed relationship wierdos i know in canada--that means u pevans, jerms et al.). i keep thinking all the guys i meet are gay but none of them are. weird.
i bonded with my grapevine culture editor over the california vs. east coast cultures. he wants me to keep editing the site's news when i get back to Toronto. we are, like, kindred spirits--we have the same sense of humour and we both seem to spout vitriol about the same people. he used to be a radio host. he told me to visit the San Diego zoo even tho we both agree zoos are generally depressing places to be.
im getting a tattoo next week. la. | | |
| i fucking hate these lavalife, personals etc. commercials...i dont remember seeing them in Canada but they are ALWAYS on in the US. i kinda feel like putting out my own personals ad where id be like:
"what kind of guy am i looking for? uhm, hopefully someone who has nothing in common with me, who doesn't appreciate or understand me and who is a cruel bastard. philandery is optional but preferred."
cause like, isnt it kinda obvious and pretty universal that we want someone who is good looking (or sexy ugly), kind and understands us? ad execs are retarded. im convinced.
also, i dont need to put out the ad i outlined above, those guys seem to find me either way :D | | |
| man, i just sat through the whole first season of Nip/Tuck and now im having an intellectual-ist crisis. i was quite certain my thesis of Nip/Tuck Season 2 sucking would hold for Season 1 as well but i was dead wrong--Season 1 kicks ass. i totally understand why it kept garnering all this critical acclaim, its like Six Feet Under but a little more...i dunno, punchy. if dramas are poetry, Six Feet Under would be a sonnet while Nip/Tuck would be free verse. i guess.
so now im kinda freaking out about this whole negative review i was gonna give the show. but i talked to my brother and i guess i kinda came up with this theory...well, more of a context for the article really. that context being that shows with a distinct culty niche like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, X-Files and Six Feet Under, age elegantly, like a fine wine, precisely because they HAVE that niche and dont have to cow-tow to the lowest common denominator to keep their show on the air. for that reason, they can be experimental and a lot more progressive than, say, Days of Our Lives :/// or even, like, ER. but a show like Nip/Tuck, despite being comparable to the likes of Six Feet Under, is market-wise in the class of Dawson's Creek and The O.C. so, basically, the network producing this show is so obsessed with getting viewers that it has gone from a pretty avant-garde series (not like im comparing it to DC's first season or The O.C's, but it is common knowledge that dramas always go downhill after the first year) which tackled moral issues, like whether or not to consider gender reassignment surgery a pro-bono job, to a totally medically pornographic piece of bunk.
so, yah. that's my theory, my editors will probably shit on it. erm, but whatevski. its not like im getting paid ;) | | |
| i think the reason i am so bored of all my relationships is because im suffering from the "Sleepless in Seattle" disease of wanting "to be in love in a movie" (as delivered by Rosie O'Donnell to irritatingly saccharine Meg Ryan). its the reason im completely in love with the idea of plots like the one in "Before Sunrise" or in "Amelie"...the love affairs seem so perfect and...well...pristine, i guess.
...omg, its the final dance scene in "Flashdance"...HEE (speaking of romance, i hate the relaitonship in this movie...i think its cause its context is usually a sort of metal-works plant. but Michael Nouri was hot in this, i would tap that shit)...
anyway, yah. so now im all obsessed with seeing "Before Sunset" since it prolongs this perfect-movie-romance theme that i am perenially caught up on and which, ultimately, may destroy/maim me (as does Clarke Kent's indecision of whether to lead a normal life or a Super-life).
Stephanie Zacharek does nothing to calm my fears:
"We often talk about romance as a dreamy thing, a gossamer blessing that floats down upon us from the sky. 'Before Sunset' nudges us into rethinking everything we claim to know about romance. For all its elusiveness, it may be sturdier, earthier than we know. It just might be the glue that holds the molecules together." | | |
| im sick of livejournal. hi xanga, u have a better name. u sound like a 70s-era boardgame. i could make out with u if i were inanimate. possibly. in fact, in the world of animation, i almost made out with a guy named przemec. it was pronounced shh-eh-mek. he was polish and looked like a portrait by naum gabo. yah, he was creepy looking. he also had this obsession with Freud (we met in Vienna but i think that was just a coincidence) so the fact that both my parents were psychiatrists turned out to be more of a sexual lubricant than i ever thot possible.
uhm, so right now im watching Die Hard because, well, like Lethal Weapon and Father of the Bride, its one of those films that just never gets old. and, i may be mistaken, but i think Bruce Willis sings one of the songs on the soundtrack. i know that sounds really hallucinatory but, actually, he DID cut an album at some point.
whatever happened to Bonnie Bedelia? ud think playing Bruce Willis' wife would be grounds for a Hollywood greencard, but i guess not. i bet its cause of her hair. its not her fault that perm turned her wig into a fro. durr. shes still pretty...uhm :/
so, yah. i guess my 34-yr-old boyfriend is driving across California this very as-we-speak-end with his brother. we technically only started going out last weekend. it was completely weird, one minute we were like roomates in a charm school (cf. Barbara Streisand, The Mirror Has Two Faces) and the next minute we were like the amateur version of Basic Instinct. yah, it was hot. i could use some of that action right now. *sigh*
uhm, so comment if u want--im new here, i could use some friends. la. uhm, one other quick thing...does anyone else think Reginald Veljohnson has been cinematically under used? yah, i thot so. | | |
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