'the adventures of a thirty-ish university graduate' or, alternately and perhaps much more aptly: 'as mad as a barking fox'

Sunday, April 18, 2010

there's a few things i need you to know

"second!" i exclaim, my right hand making wild motions. "second!"

on friday night i managed to sneak in a little bit of time with my other family. after pulling up in front of a house that is a second home to me, melissa and mot and i spent a good thirty minutes gesticulating madly and laughing and talking until barb told us that we were making her uncomfortable, looming as we were in the foyer. we moved to the kicthen and over cups of coffee i gleaned small bits from two people that i love like nothing else in this good green world.

after mot returned upstairs- exam studying beckoning- i trace small designs on the tables with my fingers as melissa and i jump around from topic to topic. we decide suddenly and abruptly to go to the mall so that she can drive my car.

it was hilariously wonderful. it was also an excellent chance you control freak yours truly to let go a bit. and i definately enjoy a new sort of respect for my teacher, who only laughed three dozen times while i cursed the baby jesus and tried to start on a hill just 'one more time'.

of course, my night with melissa wasn't long enough. we decided, though, after a conversation that involved me screaming "FUCK! GUNS!" whilst at work that really, because of how busy the next nine weeks of our lives are, we're really going to be seeing each other next week, in terms of time-scale recognition.

come on, next week!

Thursday, April 15, 2010

password you enter here

last night i ate a milk chocolate mini-bunny.

and i am regretting it. hard.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

don't stop believing

kate came over last night for dinner and a movie.

well, it was supposed to be a movie. we thought that perhaps we'd check out boondock saints II but upon arrival at the hilariously stocked wiarton video store, we discovered that that wasn't going to happen. so instead we bought lemons [for the fish] and cheese [for kate] at the foodland and returned to my house to watch the x-files.

i discovered that one can use the word 'byzantine' as an adjective.

i also discovered that kate and i should not be allowed to ghoul glasses of red wine before dinner, as it makes us incredibly silly.

Friday, April 09, 2010

you get what you give

so, the other day i watched iron man no less than three times.

well, ok, i fell asleep part way through it both the second and third times, because it was on more for company than anything. but still. that's an awful lot of robert downey jr. for someone who isn't perhaps the biggest of fans.

the thing is, when i see mr. downey junior, he irks me. that's the only way i can describe it. i'll be watching a movie with him in it, and suddenly, i lose track of the plot and the story and can focus solely on the fact that in front of me is himself: mr. robert downey junior. i've examined this reaction on a number of occassions and have boiled it down to the fact that somehow, i recognise the addict in him.

i mean, he was arrested driving down one of those famous [and, in my head, absolutely positively stunningly gorgeous] boulevards in california with cocaine, heroine and a big effing gun on the seat beside him. [i also must admit that i picture this in a convertable, and that it is also slightly fabulous]. after that, it was a series of probation, jail time, getting arrested for walking around sans shoes at weird times with drugs in his system, and then even more probation. all of these facts and more add up to a character who, quite honestly, irks me.

but, the thing is, i had this dream a few months ago. a terribly vivid and weird one that i was sad to wake up from. it would take far too long to explicate fully, but in my dream mr. downey junior was my therapist.

and he was so fucking nice. inexplicably nice. bending-over-backwards-to-accomodate nice. professional nice. lovely nice. just goddamned plain fucking nice.

so, since then, i've started warming up to good old robert. in fact, when i saw sherlock holmes in january, he didn't once irk me. i forgot entirely that it was this guy who once drove down that fabulous boulevard with drugs and guns beside him and instead saw this amazing character brought to life. also, i found the fact that he played a brilliant opium addicted character maginficent on so many levels.

i have to admit that maybe i've actually become a little robery downey junior obsessed in the past week. [i have discovered that he is shorter than i am. and that he is arrestingly hilarious. and that he has a lovely singing voice]. i blame the insane amount of chocolate and the weird weather we've been having.

and i am so stoked for iron man 2 it's not even funny.