Friday, July 30, 2010
I'll be the first one to say technology doesn't really do it for me. I like it, but in moderation. I have a cellphone, in which I keep all my music and have Internet access, a laptop, an older than old TV and a car. That's all I need and that's all I want. I don't care for ipods, or plasma TV's, flat screens, Mac gadgets, kindles, top notch speakers, or any other techy gadgets out there. Not to say I would reject any of those things if they were given to me as a present, but I'm simple gal, at least in that respect. Also, we move a lot, so the only things I like to accumulate are shoes and books. No framed pictures, decorations, or posters in my room. And that's the way I like it. Yeah, I feel it inhibits my creativity a bit, but for now I keep my creativity in my closet and writing, not on my walls.
Now, having said that, when your TV is so old that the broken antennae can't actually get a signal unless you build a tall and rather dangerous tower of books so you can connect to channel 13 so that you can watch Seinfeld re-runs...maybe it's to give newer technology a chance.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
I really liked this movie. Granted it wasn't a great movie, but it was a light, funny, B-movie that featured great scenery from Rio, funny one-liners, and Michael Caine in big glasses and curly hair. So that alone was enough to make me watch it despite the bad reviews. What I didn't expect was all the cute outfits Michelle Johnson (who plays Caine's Character's love interest) was going to wear =)
The house the characters stayed in, plus the beautiful landscape made me want to take a vacation, like, right now.
I have a dress shirt exactly like that but the collar doesn't stay up anymore :( Does anybody else out there think men's dress shirts are the most comfortable thing to wear too? I could literally have hundreds of those.
I just loved the white-orange combo. I like white, don't really care for orange but Michelle just makes it work. And that suit is to die for.
I wish I could pull off the light, pink, breezy dress and hat...Love it on her, just not my style.
Another thing not a lot of people can pull off: a green blouse, turquoise pants and an orange scarf, plus a white jacket?! If you watch the movie, you see her pulling all of those items beautifully.
I LOVED this red dress! The grainy picture does not do it justice. It will forever remain ingrained in my brain until I find it somewhere...somehow...
Pink jeans and red tie, plus a newsboy cap. I've done the tie thing, the cap thing, the pink jeans thing?? Not exactly my style, but Michelle looks absolutely pretty in them.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Too bad I got a bajillion customers and didn't get to really enjoy the songs.
Life is very short, and there's no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend
That advice would have come in handy today. Life IS very short for fussing and fighting. But sometimes fussing and fighting can be so much fun, though not very productive.
We can work it out...
Is a mutt. Seeing that I can only afford the one I already have, another one is out of the question. Which leaves me frustrated because it wouldn't be if the other people in this house did their share of the work. But you know what, I would also need to spend more time at home too. So if I finish school, I'll start making more money, in which case I won't need to work as much so by default, I'll spend more time at home...with my mutts :)
Two things melt my heart:
Bruce Springsteen and mutts.
Because I'm a mutt myself.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Are we there already? Are we at the point where the first generation ipod (but an ipod nonetheless) has become a nostalgic reminder of "back in the day" remarks? An ipod is not nostalgic! Tapes are nostalgic! Even CD players. A damn boombox is nostalgic. Not ipods.
I'm getting old.
Monday, July 12, 2010
For some reason I always equate driving late at night with Bruce Springsteen...I just have to listen to "I'm on fire" at least once when I have to drive very late at night and there are barely any cars on the freeway.
Hey little girl is your daddy home
Did he go away and leave you all alone
I got a bad desire
I'm on fire
Tell me now baby is he good to you
Can he do to you the things that I do
I can take you higher
I'm on fire
Sometimes it's like someone took a knife baby
Edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley
Through the middle of my soul
At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
And a freight train running through the
Middle of my head
Only you can cool my desire
I'm on fire
Saturday, July 10, 2010
So I'm at a Bon Jovi concert alone. Blackout. I'm on the stage. Blackout. At some point, Jon invites me to go back with him and the band to his hotel. Another blackout and now I'm holding his hand walking towards the hotel room. I look so freakin smitten in love. We play boardgames, listen to music and Richie Sambora sings karaoke to Eric Clapton's "After midnight." I sing a Juanes song and then Jon playfully kicks the band out.
And then I know I'm about to get my heart broken...the impending sense of doom was so nostalgic. I knew what was going to happen and what wasn't going to happen. I knew I could leave and save myself the heartbreak, or stay, savor the sweet sweet moment, and deal with reality that would undoubtedly hit me in the face after I left the hotel room.