the end.

My boyfriend and I are on a break. We've been together for quite sometime, and I'm sad to say that it doesn't bother me that we're not right now. There's just something missing, I know what it is, but he can't seem to understand it.

Oh, well.

anxiety.

Sorry for the lack of entertaining, humorous, and downright weird posts lately. I've just been pretty damn stressed out. I'll be back up to standard shortly, though, no worries.

middle school drugs.

I'm sick. I've been sick for a couple of weeks now, actually, but I've just now accepted that I'm sick and I have to do something about it. It's your basic congestion based illness. Stuffy nose, cough, swollen glands, etc. Not a lot of fun and seems to last forever. So last night my boyfriend finally convinced me to take some Nyquill and get it over with, so obviously I did. I think I took too much and about had a DXM trip. The kids these days call it Robo-tripping. I kid you not, when I got my boyfriend to drive me to the grocery store so I could get something to eat, I was stumbling and slurring my words. Everything looked brighter and strange. It was just not right. Not right! I just wanted to clear out my nose and get some sleep, not have a mind altering experience. Good lord.

I mean, I was literally walking down the cereal aisle looking like a crackhead. Wearing my pajamas, mouth hanging open, not knowing what to look like. My boyfriend thought it was hilarious, but if I had been in a state of mind to see how I was acting, I would not have. I'm sure people in there were like "What the fuck is this chick on...?" Luckily I'm not from a small town so people won't "talk" and spread it around about that "Robb girl who's on drugs!" In fact, I'm pretty sure that most of my neighbors are or have been on drugs at some point so I'm hoping I didn't stand out too much from my little accidental overdose. Oh well, I got something to eat and immediately fell asleep afterward and am feeling much better this morning so hopefully I won't have any more escapades into the world of dextromethorphan psychosis.

I am outraged...

...because of this "Blogger Outage" that is scheduled. You see, I was planning a post for those exact ten minutes between 2 and 2:10 am on Thursday morning. Thanks a lot, Blogger!

melting pot.

Yesterday was my boyfriend and I's one year anniversary. Wanting to do something special, he took me to the Melting Pot and we feasted on a seemingly never-ending fondue meal. Needless to say, I enjoyed it. I still feel full. Our appetizer consisted of a cheese fondue that was three different cheeses, I believe, with garlic, pesto, tomatoes, and wine. Oh, my GOD. It was delicious, but wait, there's more! We were next supplied with a salad of mixed greens, a WHOLE sliced tomato, mozzarella cheese, and the strongest balsamic dressing I have ever encountered in my life. Seriously, that stuff cleared out my sinuses hardcore. Our entree was assorted raw meats that we personally cooked in another fondue concoction. These meats included lobster, fillet mignon, sirloin, chicken, shrimp, and pork. You know, if I didn't feel out of place at this restaurant already, that selection definitely did it. But it was also 100% delicious and I enjoyed myself thoroughly. I'm not the biggest fan of fruity drinks, but I accompanied my meal with a signature cocktail called Basil Strawberry Lemonade, made with crushed basil, strangely, and strawberries, lemonade, and Strawberry Smirnoff. It really wasn't bad at all, as weird as it sounds. Honestly, at this point, I didn't think I'd have room for desert, but since that was the whole reason I wanted to come, I made room. This chocolate fondue had peanut butter in it, and it was amazing. Orgasmic, even. I stuffed my face, that's for sure. I also ordered and after dinner coffee drink called Cafe Reggae. Now, I've made drinks like this before, so let me tell you I was a little shocked when I took my first sip and it tasted like straight rum. I really couldn't taste any of the other ingredients at all, it just tasted like hot rum. Where's the coffee!? Anyway, the bartender, on his way to the restroom, walks up to us as I'm taking a sip and says "You're welcome! I really dumped it in there." All I could cleverly respond with was "Yeah, I can tell!" Anyway, it was better as I drank more and the whipped cream on top mixed with the rest. Anyway, at this point my boyfriend and myself were on the verge of popping so we decided to call it a night and enjoyed a thoroughly uncomfortable ride home. All in all, it was a great anniversary and I would definitely go back, though I might forgo eating for a few days before hand.

mystery.

So looking through my closet today for some comfortable sneakers to wear, I noticed something odd: all of my shoelaces are gone. I really don't know what happened to them all. I mean, it's so weird to think that every single pair of shoes I have, outside of my work shoes, are missing shoelaces. You'd think that they'd at least be somewhere in the house, but alas, no. I can't find them anywhere. This is very frustrating because I really need shoelaces to wear any of these shoes. I don' t really want to wear flip flops or heels at the moment, which is why I was looking for sneakers. I have no theories as to what happened to all of my shoelaces. Perhaps I just took them out and lost them one by one? Why would I take them out in the first place, though? I'm so confused by this! Maybe the underpants gnomes from South Park have switched to my shoe laces, though that seems even more unlikely. Honestly, I do not want to go spend money on a bunch of shoelaces because all of mine have disappeared. How frustrating.

On a lighter note, I have just invested in a bunch of new art supplies so I can go back to my first love. Did I mention that I was an artist? Well, I love it. I'm not so inclined to sculpture and 3D art, not that I don't appreaciate it, I'm just not very good at it. I did learn how to blow glass beads not too long ago, however. It's so fun. I want to get much better at glass blowing so I can create a bunch of different things, including more advanced beads all the way up to diningware and beyond. But, right now, I'm going to stick to my talents which are drawing, painting, printmaking, mixed media, etc. etc. It's a great stress reliever for me and I've been finding myself getting distracted and doodling so much lately that I felt I really needed to start back with some side art projects.

Also, upcoming soon, I hope, is an interview I did with the Mayor of Wingville. Be sure to check that out! You'll get to learn more about me in all my nerdy glory.

disney.

I've got a bone to pick with you! Now, don't get me wrong, I grew up with and love Disney movies. However, in my older and wiser years I have noticed a disturbing pattern that they all seem to have in common: they hate single moms! Think about it, really think about it, how many single moms are there in Disney movies? Two that I can think of, and guess what? They're evil stepmothers! All the other Disney movies either have both parents, whom you don't see much of, or a single dad. In fact, I've compiled a list for you:

The Little Mermaid, single dad.
A Goofy Movie, single dad.
Pocahontas, single dad.
The Great Mouse Detective, single dad.
Pinocchio, kind of a stretch, but essentially...single dad.
Finding Nemo, single dad.
The Wild, single dad.
And you know what? Hannah Montana, single dad!

And what's more!
Cinderella, evil stepmother.
Snow White, evil stepmother!

And of course, what did they do to Bambi's mom? Shot her.
I rest my case. Disney consists of nothing but a bunch of matricidal maniacs.

the 28 days later thing.

So I mentioned in my first post that I will fight tooth and nail with anyone who wants to tell me that 28 Days Later is a zombie movie. That being said, that is not the only problem I have with the film. And since I have this argument with people all the time, especially my boyfriend and his idiotic friends, I thought I'd put into writing all my arguments on the British gore-fest that is 28 Days Later.

Firstly, it is not a zombie movie. Zombies, by definition, are bodies that physiologically dead, but reanimated as flesh eating terrors that do not recognize nor resemble anything of their past life (when they were actually ALIVE, people!) In 28 Days Later and it's subsequent sequel, the "infected" are sufferers of a virus called rage, which is similar to rabies in nature and causes the infected person to be not only incredibly sick, but also to exhibit extremely violent behavior. Some might say "Well, A., what about when the "infected" and biting the skin of their victims?" My answer to you is that when angered to the point of a violent rage, you will do anything you can to hurt and kill your intended victim. If that means kicking, punching, scratching, biting, and whatever else may come to your mind at the time, that is what you'll do. If you notice, the violence ends once the victim is dead and the infected person moves on to another victim. They do not stick around and eat and the victim does not rise from the dead in zombie fashion, they remain dead.

On the DVD commentary, director Danny Boyle classifies the film as an apocolyptic, horror and zombie film. Two out of three isn't bad, Mr. Boyle! He had before stated, however, that he didn't want it to be labled as such and that his true inspiration for the movie was from John Wyndham's novel The Day of the Triffids. For those unfamiliar with this particular book, it tells the tale of these giant plants with animal like behavior that enjoy the fine culinary taste of rotting meat, who have taken over the planet, somehow, and of a meteor shower that has rendered most of the inhabitants of earth blind. A group of "sighted" survivors works together, sometimes, to remain living throughout the catastrophe. It sounds very strange, but it is actually a pretty good book. It also helped to inspire the book Blindness which was released as a movie just last year. ANYWAY, as that book is not about zombies, I don't know how it could inspire a zombie film.

Another thing my boyfriend said that annoys me is that the movie I Am Legend was a rip-off of 28 Days Later. OK. Maybe Will Smith's Robert Neville wasn't the greatest, but that is still a completely unfair statement. The movie I Am Legend is based off of Richard Matheson's novel of the same name. Which, might I add, was published in 1954. That is well before 28 Days Later was written, or even thought of for that matter! It's ok, I too defend the movies that I love, but I can at least back up my defense. Perhaps I just spend too much time reading? Oh, well.

question?

Does it creep anyone else out that the Pottery Barn Kids logo is a boy with a lampshade on his head?