This morning, as I sat eating my morning bowl of banana porridge (Little Mishelle, in case you've been counting, that is almost everyday for over 10 months), I realized something.
I need to leave Perth.
Maybe it's exam restlessness or a weird stage of my ovarian cycle or maybe because I watched Notting Hill last night (review to come) but... it all just become so obvious.
This is not the life I want for myself.
I know it's all romanticized (moving away etc.) and everyone thinks home is daggy and boring. Perhaps if I do move away, I will find this new home equally daggy and boring after a few years. Regardless, I think it's something I need to do one day or I will regret it forever. I'll regret never having experienced anything but what I know.
Perth will probably always be "home" but it's not somewhere I want to stay forever. I've always said, "I have to move somewhere with cooler weather," because sometimes I feel like I don't function anywhere near capacity during summer. I think now I need to say, "Perth, while relaxing and calming, is cloying in how small it is."
There's such a huge world out there. I can't stand thinking that Perth will always be home. Yes, I can go on holidays... but it's not the same, is it? You can go on holidays for two weeks, three weeks, a month, two months, maybe even a year, but it's not actually the same as moving away and settling somewhere completely different and starting from scratch and living in a completely different way.
This is rich coming from the girl who's eaten the same breakfast nearly everyday for nearly a year. But I think this is something probably everyone feels (and probably most people grow out of it at some stage and realize that, realistically, they'll always be stuck in whatever hell hole they were dropped in).
Speaking of breakfast, I've come full circle. Last summer, I went on a diet (hence the banana oats and ensuing boredom). I just started my summer's diet again (well, technically it's spring) a few days ago. I want to stick to it. I know I won't but I want to.
I don't know why I never stick to diets. I've probably gone on one every year for the last... five years? And I know that, logistically, eating less + exercising = losing weight. Nevertheless, I lose steam after like... a week and turn back to disgusting, unhealthy habits.
J
About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
200gb
Dad just upgraded us to 200gb internet a month. This will not be good for study but will be very good for my Tonight's Entertainment series. I may, in fact, watch a movie tonight... I've been having romcom withdrawals.
Had lunch with UWA Kiddos today at the tav. I don't think I've spent as much time around alcohol as I have this semester. We've been having our weekly lunches at the tav basically every week this semester. Meg tack-yacked in the toilets after drinking a jug of cider, supervised by tack-yacking extraordinnaire, Helen. It was great but I fear her teeth will spontaneously exfoliate.
Now, I'm listening to Gwen Stepani and writing up notes for anatomy labs.
It was our last FCP tute this afternoon. I remember going into that tute on the first day of the year thinking everything was shit because, even though I had Big Michelle, I didn't know anyone in there and there were a few members from that omnipresent "popular clique." Although they're all really nice, I never feel comfortable around popular people. I just feel shit.
Despite this, I kind of like my tute now. I've become reasonably friendly with a few of the people in there and, after spending four hours a week with a bunch of people, you eventually get friendly. We celebrated the end of semester by trying to catch lollies in our mouths. I should say, three people did this. The rest of us watched.
I don't remember if I mentioned this before, but there's this really goodlooking guy in the tute. Amazing. I even asked Big Michelle what she thought and she said he was probably the best looking guy in our year. He's not only amazingly goodlooking but also smart. He's a little doofussy at times but, for the most part, nice and pleasant. I was just admiring him today and thinking, "I'd bone him," and then I cried inside a little at the fact I'll never have sex with anyone that goodlooking.
Speaking of goodlooking guys, I was sitting opposite one at the library this morning. As is tradition, I texted Caitlyn about my sighting (we enjoy exchanging stories about hot guys we chance upon). Inspired by her creepy video-taking of some Danish professor who gave a talk at the UWA open day (he was young, goodlooking and an astrophysicist?), I took this sneaky video of said hot guy as well. It was really average video taking because I was scared he would see (he was facing me and about 1.5m away). After reviewing the video, I realized he honestly wasn't that goodlooking (but he was really friendly and had this smooth, almost British voice that made me weak). I think this is my problem. I think a lot of guys are hot when they're not.
BUT THE GUY IN MY TUTE IS ACTUALLY REALLY HOT.
J
Had lunch with UWA Kiddos today at the tav. I don't think I've spent as much time around alcohol as I have this semester. We've been having our weekly lunches at the tav basically every week this semester. Meg tack-yacked in the toilets after drinking a jug of cider, supervised by tack-yacking extraordinnaire, Helen. It was great but I fear her teeth will spontaneously exfoliate.
Now, I'm listening to Gwen Stepani and writing up notes for anatomy labs.
It was our last FCP tute this afternoon. I remember going into that tute on the first day of the year thinking everything was shit because, even though I had Big Michelle, I didn't know anyone in there and there were a few members from that omnipresent "popular clique." Although they're all really nice, I never feel comfortable around popular people. I just feel shit.
Despite this, I kind of like my tute now. I've become reasonably friendly with a few of the people in there and, after spending four hours a week with a bunch of people, you eventually get friendly. We celebrated the end of semester by trying to catch lollies in our mouths. I should say, three people did this. The rest of us watched.
I don't remember if I mentioned this before, but there's this really goodlooking guy in the tute. Amazing. I even asked Big Michelle what she thought and she said he was probably the best looking guy in our year. He's not only amazingly goodlooking but also smart. He's a little doofussy at times but, for the most part, nice and pleasant. I was just admiring him today and thinking, "I'd bone him," and then I cried inside a little at the fact I'll never have sex with anyone that goodlooking.
Speaking of goodlooking guys, I was sitting opposite one at the library this morning. As is tradition, I texted Caitlyn about my sighting (we enjoy exchanging stories about hot guys we chance upon). Inspired by her creepy video-taking of some Danish professor who gave a talk at the UWA open day (he was young, goodlooking and an astrophysicist?), I took this sneaky video of said hot guy as well. It was really average video taking because I was scared he would see (he was facing me and about 1.5m away). After reviewing the video, I realized he honestly wasn't that goodlooking (but he was really friendly and had this smooth, almost British voice that made me weak). I think this is my problem. I think a lot of guys are hot when they're not.
BUT THE GUY IN MY TUTE IS ACTUALLY REALLY HOT.
J
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Taylor's Fridge
http://ohnotheydidnt.livejournal.com/73069946.html#cutid1
Post about Taylor Swift and food? Here for this.
Currently rocking out to this:
J
Post about Taylor Swift and food? Here for this.
Currently rocking out to this:
J
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Being a Fat Bitch
Why do Asian people find it alright to call the children of their family friends fat? They say it with the same smirk and smile like what they're saying isn't inconceivably rude and hurtful.
We bumped into an old family friend at dinner tonight. He says to my brother, "Oh yes, you've gotten skinnier. You used to be quite fat as a child!" then he looks at me and says, "Obviously, you've gotten," and makes this gesture. Sticks his arms out like I've become a rotund travesty. And it's not like he can talk because he has a belly to rival Santa Claus.
This is probably the twentieth time this has happened in my teenage/early-adulthood years. Everytime, it's that same thing. Silly smile, calm voice like it's all part of friendly conversation. If this was White society, said Asian aunty/uncle would get fucking shot.
I know it's coming a few moments before it happens that it's going to happen. It's like people with epilepsy who get the "aura" before they have a fit. I know it because they look at me with a smirky judgemental look and they turn to my mum/dad and say it.
Today, my mum replied with, "Yeah, she's big boned."
Okay. I know I'm rotund. And my friends will say, "No, you're not!" but it's okay because I know I am. Especially compared to Asian girls, I am fucking huge. The thing is... it's not like I fucking don't know it. I know it everytime I look in a mirror or catch my reflection in a window while I'm walking next to one of my friends who is infinitely tinier than me. I know it when I look down and compare my thighs to the girl sitting next to me and see I could probably crush her if I sat on her. I know when I'm sitting on the bus and my shoulders stick out into the aisle because the bus seat doesn't cater for them.
I thought to myself on the drive home, "I should become anorexic to spite them all." But then, the next time they saw me, they would probably say to my parents, "Oh, she's lost some weight! Good for her!"
J
We bumped into an old family friend at dinner tonight. He says to my brother, "Oh yes, you've gotten skinnier. You used to be quite fat as a child!" then he looks at me and says, "Obviously, you've gotten," and makes this gesture. Sticks his arms out like I've become a rotund travesty. And it's not like he can talk because he has a belly to rival Santa Claus.
This is probably the twentieth time this has happened in my teenage/early-adulthood years. Everytime, it's that same thing. Silly smile, calm voice like it's all part of friendly conversation. If this was White society, said Asian aunty/uncle would get fucking shot.
I know it's coming a few moments before it happens that it's going to happen. It's like people with epilepsy who get the "aura" before they have a fit. I know it because they look at me with a smirky judgemental look and they turn to my mum/dad and say it.
Today, my mum replied with, "Yeah, she's big boned."
Okay. I know I'm rotund. And my friends will say, "No, you're not!" but it's okay because I know I am. Especially compared to Asian girls, I am fucking huge. The thing is... it's not like I fucking don't know it. I know it everytime I look in a mirror or catch my reflection in a window while I'm walking next to one of my friends who is infinitely tinier than me. I know it when I look down and compare my thighs to the girl sitting next to me and see I could probably crush her if I sat on her. I know when I'm sitting on the bus and my shoulders stick out into the aisle because the bus seat doesn't cater for them.
I thought to myself on the drive home, "I should become anorexic to spite them all." But then, the next time they saw me, they would probably say to my parents, "Oh, she's lost some weight! Good for her!"
J
Nein
I want a dog so so bad that I've been sitting around for the last week imagining having one. But not just any dog, a German Shepherd.
German Shepherds. One of the smartest dogs out (top three, I believe), incredibly loyal and devoted to their family, excellent guard dogs (Lord knows I need one when I live by myself) and loving.
My youtube history look something like this:
I think I would be a good mother to a German Shepherd too. They are such beautiful animals.
J
German Shepherds. One of the smartest dogs out (top three, I believe), incredibly loyal and devoted to their family, excellent guard dogs (Lord knows I need one when I live by myself) and loving.
My youtube history look something like this:
- dogs and babies
- german shepherd puppies
- german shepherd and baby
- german shepherd family
- indygermanshepherd channel
I think I would be a good mother to a German Shepherd too. They are such beautiful animals.
J
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Taylor Swift - "Begin Again"
I've been looking forward to this video for some time. Because I saw candids from her shooting the vidjeo and thought to myself, "Goddamn, you are gorgeous, girl." The guy was similarly goodlooking in that hipster Ryan Gosling way.
Which brings me to my next point. This vidjeo is a hipster's wet dream and it's making me feel uncomfortable. I can't hate because hipsterdom is popular for a reason; it's appealing and pretty to look at and fantastical. But I still get bad feels from the whole thing. It's always so perfectly orchestrated and I feel like people should have better things to do than choose the perfect suspenders to pair with their straw fedoras.
Also, bearded hipsters just freak me out.
So, if a guy like this (the one in the vidjeo) approached me at some quaint cafe in the middle of Paris (Paris; the City of Hipsters), I would say to them, "Lol, bitch please."
If I think too much about this video I start to hate it so I'm trying to force myself to appreciate it based on its most superficial layer; the prettiness and various other pleasant aesthetics.
What gets me (perhaps the most) is WHAT TIME PERIOD IS THIS VIDJEO SET IN? They are dressed like it's the 50s in some part and using vintage-looking cameras and all the rest of that. And then in some parts they're not. And I'm like, "We are never ever getting back together."
I also feel like Chanel should sue them for the parts where she's dressed in that purple dress (Maria Lucia Hohan, if anyone's wondering! She does beautiful dresses but they're all pretty much the same...) because it is basically a carbon copy of that Nicole Kidman Chanel #5 ad (which incidentally was one of Rodrigo Santoro's first roles and goddamn, that is a fine looking man).
I'll do a (short) review on the album later but, for now, I'm lazy and have work to do.
Okay, I had to come back to add one final things. HIPSTERS MADE PASTRIES ALL HIPSTERY AND FOR THAT I CAN NEVER FORGIVE THEM.
J
Monday, October 22, 2012
Tonight's Entertainment (Because I Said So)
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0490084/
I put off watching this for a week because, even though it kept popping up in suggestions, I had mistaken it for this other really crappy movie with either Diane Keaton or Mandy Moore and was all, "Ain't nobody got time for that!"
Oh, how wrong I was.
This movie was great! I know I should be more ashamed by this but I'm not. This movie was legitimately good despite Mandy's mediocre attempts at acting distressed ("Don't TALK to me like that!" One of the more poorly delivered lines of the movie...).
This may have had something to do with the altogether appealing male "lead" (I guess there were two?). He was a musician. Not my type at all. It probably was more to do with the fact that he was ridiculous goodlooking. And really, is there more to life than being ridiculously goodlooking? I think not.
I give this movie 3.5 stars.
The goodness of this movie was NOT consolidated by some somewhat heinous sex scenes between Diane Keaton and the dad from 7th Heaven. However, I endured it for the good parts. It was likely worth it.
It was weird seeing Lauren Graham in something other than Gilmore Girls. She was good but had a small part. She kind of just played a more subdued version of Lorelai Gilmore which I have no beef with but I do wish she could diversify. I've only ever seen her play Lorelai Gilmore (all spazzy, coffee-guzzling 5'8 of it) or a subdued/boring version of her (Because I Said So, Evan Almighty). I wish she would branch out. Maybe not to "Don't TALK to me like that!" territory but just something different. I'd love for her to play a real idiot/ditz. I'm thinking Jenna Malone territory, circa season two 30 Rock. Ya feel?
J
I put off watching this for a week because, even though it kept popping up in suggestions, I had mistaken it for this other really crappy movie with either Diane Keaton or Mandy Moore and was all, "Ain't nobody got time for that!"
Oh, how wrong I was.
This movie was great! I know I should be more ashamed by this but I'm not. This movie was legitimately good despite Mandy's mediocre attempts at acting distressed ("Don't TALK to me like that!" One of the more poorly delivered lines of the movie...).
This may have had something to do with the altogether appealing male "lead" (I guess there were two?). He was a musician. Not my type at all. It probably was more to do with the fact that he was ridiculous goodlooking. And really, is there more to life than being ridiculously goodlooking? I think not.
I give this movie 3.5 stars.
The goodness of this movie was NOT consolidated by some somewhat heinous sex scenes between Diane Keaton and the dad from 7th Heaven. However, I endured it for the good parts. It was likely worth it.
It was weird seeing Lauren Graham in something other than Gilmore Girls. She was good but had a small part. She kind of just played a more subdued version of Lorelai Gilmore which I have no beef with but I do wish she could diversify. I've only ever seen her play Lorelai Gilmore (all spazzy, coffee-guzzling 5'8 of it) or a subdued/boring version of her (Because I Said So, Evan Almighty). I wish she would branch out. Maybe not to "Don't TALK to me like that!" territory but just something different. I'd love for her to play a real idiot/ditz. I'm thinking Jenna Malone territory, circa season two 30 Rock. Ya feel?
J
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Puppies for Christmas
I am crying so hard right now. My favourites are the ones with the older folk. So cute.
J
Friday, October 19, 2012
Tonight's Entertainment (It's a Boy Girl Thing and Letters to Juliet)
IT'S A BOY GIRL THING
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0482527/
This is a weird one. If you hadn't told me this was basically a Canadian movie, I think I would have been able to guess it. It was sweet and endearing and funny and romantic at parts but it also had a lot of black humour and overt OVERT sexual innuendo that probably wouldn't be acceptable in mainstream American romcom. I'm talking boners in asses (not anal sex, think getting physical while helping someone with their golf swing). I give it 3 stars because, while it was funny and smart, it was also not what I was looking for. I buy into the absolute Hollywood stereotype. The cliches. The really irresistable guy. The sexual tension. The goodlooking actors (both leads in this movie were pretty much stunning but in a non-Hollywood way).
Regardless, give it a go. It's different but good.
LETTERS TO JULIET
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0892318/
Um, note to self: never watch this movie again. SERIOUS bollocks. It's not even good for eye-candy; the male lead is reasonably goodlooking but he lacks charisma and charm in all departments. His character was meant to be that kind of aloof guy who gets off on the wrong foot with the female lead (I love Amanda but gurl...) but it was just done poorly and I didn't like him at all. Even as a goodlooking guy, I couldn't appreciate it past the shitty acting.
Mr. Darcy is THE archetype of the aloof guy who gets off on the wrong foot with the female lead but I still cream myself every fucking time for that fucker. Not the case in this movie.
I give this movie 1 star. Avoid at all costs, folks.
J
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0482527/
This is a weird one. If you hadn't told me this was basically a Canadian movie, I think I would have been able to guess it. It was sweet and endearing and funny and romantic at parts but it also had a lot of black humour and overt OVERT sexual innuendo that probably wouldn't be acceptable in mainstream American romcom. I'm talking boners in asses (not anal sex, think getting physical while helping someone with their golf swing). I give it 3 stars because, while it was funny and smart, it was also not what I was looking for. I buy into the absolute Hollywood stereotype. The cliches. The really irresistable guy. The sexual tension. The goodlooking actors (both leads in this movie were pretty much stunning but in a non-Hollywood way).
Regardless, give it a go. It's different but good.
LETTERS TO JULIET
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0892318/
Um, note to self: never watch this movie again. SERIOUS bollocks. It's not even good for eye-candy; the male lead is reasonably goodlooking but he lacks charisma and charm in all departments. His character was meant to be that kind of aloof guy who gets off on the wrong foot with the female lead (I love Amanda but gurl...) but it was just done poorly and I didn't like him at all. Even as a goodlooking guy, I couldn't appreciate it past the shitty acting.
Mr. Darcy is THE archetype of the aloof guy who gets off on the wrong foot with the female lead but I still cream myself every fucking time for that fucker. Not the case in this movie.
I give this movie 1 star. Avoid at all costs, folks.
J
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Tonight's Entertainment (Leap Year)
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1216492/
When Matthew Goode (future husband) said this was "the worst movie of the year" he was not shitting you. This movie was SERIOUSLY bad. It was the kind of bad where you can't quite believe that they still make this sort of trash these days. You'd think that with time and experience movies would get better, right? But no, The Bridges of Maddison County is still one of the best, most heart-wrenching movies I've ever seen, and Leap Year? Uh, it's not quite the Eastwood-Streep fest I had hoped it would be.
For the Goodness of Goody alone, I give this movie 2 stars. It was shit but parts of it were really cute and I still got invested in the relationship and squealed at the appropriate times. Matthew Goode portrayed a kind of obnoxious Irishman with the WORST accent. He has an English accent in real life but, for this movie, he put on the most terrible Irish accent and it both made me laugh and made me aroused.
It's entertaining but you could do better.
Now, what to watch tonight?
J
When Matthew Goode (future husband) said this was "the worst movie of the year" he was not shitting you. This movie was SERIOUSLY bad. It was the kind of bad where you can't quite believe that they still make this sort of trash these days. You'd think that with time and experience movies would get better, right? But no, The Bridges of Maddison County is still one of the best, most heart-wrenching movies I've ever seen, and Leap Year? Uh, it's not quite the Eastwood-Streep fest I had hoped it would be.
For the Goodness of Goody alone, I give this movie 2 stars. It was shit but parts of it were really cute and I still got invested in the relationship and squealed at the appropriate times. Matthew Goode portrayed a kind of obnoxious Irishman with the WORST accent. He has an English accent in real life but, for this movie, he put on the most terrible Irish accent and it both made me laugh and made me aroused.
It's entertaining but you could do better.
Now, what to watch tonight?
J
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Tonight's Entertainment (Chasing Liberty)
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0360139/
I need to say this. THIS MAY VERY WELL BE THE BEST CHICK FLICK I HAVE EVER SEEN. Purely for personal/aesthetic reasons. It is possibly one of the most mediocre chick flicks out but I freaking love it. For a number of reasons, I give this movie an adequate 4 stars.
Firstly, holy shit, male lead is fucking delicious:
I need to say this. THIS MAY VERY WELL BE THE BEST CHICK FLICK I HAVE EVER SEEN. Purely for personal/aesthetic reasons. It is possibly one of the most mediocre chick flicks out but I freaking love it. For a number of reasons, I give this movie an adequate 4 stars.
Firstly, holy shit, male lead is fucking delicious:
In the movie, he was even better. That perfect combination of well-fitting jeans, slightly snug t-shirt. Oh, sweet Jesus. Him galloping around with Mandy Moore made an exquisite viewing experience. And now (as in... right now) I am streaming/watching Leap Year (also featuring Goody).
The movie in entirety? I couldn't give an accurate review because I was too distracted by this fine male specimen but I think it was decent?
Yeah, it was decent. Just watch it. At least for the aforementioned male specimen. It makes up for any cheesiness or corniness.
J
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Goody
This may very well be the sexiest man I have ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0328828/
That's it. I'm moving to the UK.
In case you haven't realized, my viewing of Chasing Liberty is going extremely well.
J
Tonight's Entertainment (She's All That, How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days and The Wedding Date)
In honour of my newfound tradition (engaging in compious amounts of chick-flicking... And no, that is not a euphamism for masturbation), I have decided to embark on a new series for this blog entitled TONIGHT'S ENTERTAINMENT. A systematic review (har har) of whatever chick flicks I should so flick upon.
Now, for a short review of those I have watched recently...
SHE'S ALL THAT
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0160862/
After Helen's continual praise of this movie I gave it a go a couple of weeks ago. My rating? 3 stars. It was good. It could, in fact, be considered THE typical chick flick. "Ugly" chick (in reality, ridiculously gorgeous but wearing glasses and paint-splattered overalls) and "hot, popular" but morally down-the-road guy (Sir Freddy is not bad looking in the least but he has seen better times). Shenanigans ensue. This all being said, it was good but I've seen better.
My favourite part? When she's about to slag in her little brother's juice to get him out of bed then slurps it back in at the last minute. I love it when actors/actresses go all out for physical comedy (see: Amanda Bynes). It shows dedication to their art.
HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN 10 DAYS
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0251127/
I've seen this numerous times before. It's obviously a funny movie but when I was younger I probably didn't get half the jokes. I give it 2.5 stars. Not because it's a sub-par (or par given I gave it 2.5) movie at all. In fact, it's a good movie. Only that it doesn't meet my tastes specifically. Obvious, I tend to go for the "younger" movies with younger characters. Sure, Andy Anderson has all the sass (and bide) any girl could want but I couldn't relate to her as well as other female leads. Also, Matthew Mc? Hot in a rodeo style (or maybe that's just the influence of Magic Mike) but definitely not my type.
THE WEDDING DATE
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0372532/
This may be my favourite so far. Why, you ask?
1) Hooker as male lead.
2) Goodlooking male lead. Tall, dark and handsome. Just my type (not really, my type is anything remotely goodlooking).
3) Debra Fucking Messing. I love that sultry slut. Her lack of tits is an inspiration to millions of females around the world.
I give this movie 4 stars. Laughs and ample amounts of sexuality. Yes, it's like this movie was made for me.
Next on the list? http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0360139/
J
Now, for a short review of those I have watched recently...
SHE'S ALL THAT
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0160862/
After Helen's continual praise of this movie I gave it a go a couple of weeks ago. My rating? 3 stars. It was good. It could, in fact, be considered THE typical chick flick. "Ugly" chick (in reality, ridiculously gorgeous but wearing glasses and paint-splattered overalls) and "hot, popular" but morally down-the-road guy (Sir Freddy is not bad looking in the least but he has seen better times). Shenanigans ensue. This all being said, it was good but I've seen better.
My favourite part? When she's about to slag in her little brother's juice to get him out of bed then slurps it back in at the last minute. I love it when actors/actresses go all out for physical comedy (see: Amanda Bynes). It shows dedication to their art.
HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN 10 DAYS
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0251127/
I've seen this numerous times before. It's obviously a funny movie but when I was younger I probably didn't get half the jokes. I give it 2.5 stars. Not because it's a sub-par (or par given I gave it 2.5) movie at all. In fact, it's a good movie. Only that it doesn't meet my tastes specifically. Obvious, I tend to go for the "younger" movies with younger characters. Sure, Andy Anderson has all the sass (and bide) any girl could want but I couldn't relate to her as well as other female leads. Also, Matthew Mc? Hot in a rodeo style (or maybe that's just the influence of Magic Mike) but definitely not my type.
THE WEDDING DATE
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0372532/
This may be my favourite so far. Why, you ask?
1) Hooker as male lead.
2) Goodlooking male lead. Tall, dark and handsome. Just my type (not really, my type is anything remotely goodlooking).
3) Debra Fucking Messing. I love that sultry slut. Her lack of tits is an inspiration to millions of females around the world.
I give this movie 4 stars. Laughs and ample amounts of sexuality. Yes, it's like this movie was made for me.
Next on the list? http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0360139/
J
A New Tradition
I have started downloading/watching a new rom com/chick flick every weekend since two weeks ago. So far I have watched She's All That, How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days and, just yesterday, The Wedding Date. Sure, they all follow extremely similar plotlines but fuck it if it's not one of the most relaxing activities in the world. Eye candy, angry sex, cock-teasing? What's not to like?
I went to the Wellbeing Synopsium last Thursday with Meggy. In terms of making friends... I mingled. Somewhat. I like to think I did. There was free food (pizza and sushi) so I can't complain on that front. I somehow managed to spill a sticky beverage all over myself but fuck it. I consolidated a friendship with a girl named Bee. I saw her multiple times that day and am feeling increasingly comfortable and confident around her. Unfortunately, one friend does not make a complete social circle.
Is it too late? I keep asking myself this and freaking myself out. Are med social groups already too well established to break into?
We went to celebrate mum's birthday at a Korean barbeque yesterday night. I am not that much of a meat-fan. I enjoy meat in moderation but I think I would rather become a vegetarian than have to eat meat with every meal. If you haven't been to a Korean barbeque, it's basically a meat-fest. It was a buffet thing. I tried to hold out because there was ICE-CREAM. Self-serve ice-cream. Just Bulla ice-cream (strawb, choc, vani) but I was still excited about it because it was SELF-SERVE ICE-CREAM.
Unfortunately, there was a 25% surcharge for excessive food wastage (it was an Asian buffet, after all) so I was forced to eat more meat than i wanted. Regardless, I indulged in not one but TWO bowls of ice-cream yesterday evening. The second bowl had coffee poured off in order to emulate THIS delicious treat: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Affogato
It was freaking delicious.
I already have my Friendquest 2012 plot points plotted out for this week. It's about to get real. Caitlyn and I also discussed going speed dating last night. I was quite serious about it, not sure about her. Unfortunately, I couldn't find anything like that at UWA but we'll see!
J
I went to the Wellbeing Synopsium last Thursday with Meggy. In terms of making friends... I mingled. Somewhat. I like to think I did. There was free food (pizza and sushi) so I can't complain on that front. I somehow managed to spill a sticky beverage all over myself but fuck it. I consolidated a friendship with a girl named Bee. I saw her multiple times that day and am feeling increasingly comfortable and confident around her. Unfortunately, one friend does not make a complete social circle.
Is it too late? I keep asking myself this and freaking myself out. Are med social groups already too well established to break into?
We went to celebrate mum's birthday at a Korean barbeque yesterday night. I am not that much of a meat-fan. I enjoy meat in moderation but I think I would rather become a vegetarian than have to eat meat with every meal. If you haven't been to a Korean barbeque, it's basically a meat-fest. It was a buffet thing. I tried to hold out because there was ICE-CREAM. Self-serve ice-cream. Just Bulla ice-cream (strawb, choc, vani) but I was still excited about it because it was SELF-SERVE ICE-CREAM.
Unfortunately, there was a 25% surcharge for excessive food wastage (it was an Asian buffet, after all) so I was forced to eat more meat than i wanted. Regardless, I indulged in not one but TWO bowls of ice-cream yesterday evening. The second bowl had coffee poured off in order to emulate THIS delicious treat: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Affogato
It was freaking delicious.
I already have my Friendquest 2012 plot points plotted out for this week. It's about to get real. Caitlyn and I also discussed going speed dating last night. I was quite serious about it, not sure about her. Unfortunately, I couldn't find anything like that at UWA but we'll see!
J
Monday, October 8, 2012
Remission, Temporary
People keep pressuring me to update my blog more. I guess I should.
I had lunch with Laura and Travis today. Later, Helen popped in for a second (more on this). Then some guy named Oli. Then some girl named Rachael. Then some girl named Sarah.
Specifically, Helen requested a special mention. Here it is.
Ode to Helen
Oh Helen,
You wear a dress so well.
Those smooth bare arms,
And slender neck.
Your hugs, breasticles behind me,
Like a spring day,
With a summer ending.
I forget how much I love you,
Until I see you again.
And now. I met Oli. Previously, as you may remember, I "met" him as in I would be walking with one of my friends who knows him and they would talk and I would stand there awkwardly. Then there was the Reid Library incident involving eye-contact and awkwardly looking away. But we shan't dwell on that.
I pumped myself up prior to Oli's arrival with the help of Laura and Travis, my two Friendquest 2012 buddies. Some mild tachycardia helped me to gain momentum. He arrived. Laura said, "Here he is." I daren't look for fear of freaking myself out. A potential friend. Here he comes.
He sat. I said what I interpreted as a warm (and perceptible... previously, I have been too quiet and it has led to awkwardness), "Hi!" Yes, the exclamation mark is necessary to convey the warmth and feeling with which I delivered this salutation.
He sat. Laura, as we had previously agreed on, pronounced a simple, "Have you met Junaberry?" I said, "Yeah, I think we've met before!"
The team and I proceeded into some lively conversation. It was great.
I love having confidence and joy and spring in my step. At tomorrow's lecture, I plan on sitting with some strangers.
Earlier over sandwiches and chickpeas, Laura and Travis helped me prep for an interview I haven't got yet. See, I really want a summer job. I want to make bank and not waste my time lolling. Because lolling is for losers. I also think having some sort of retail job will help me become more comfortable with people. But first I need to actually get the job. And, to do that, I have to have some sort of interpersonal ability...
Later, during the FCP tutorial, I brainstormed answers to potential interview questions. Here they are (verbatim to what I wrote):
I love you all.
J
I had lunch with Laura and Travis today. Later, Helen popped in for a second (more on this). Then some guy named Oli. Then some girl named Rachael. Then some girl named Sarah.
Specifically, Helen requested a special mention. Here it is.
Ode to Helen
Oh Helen,
You wear a dress so well.
Those smooth bare arms,
And slender neck.
Your hugs, breasticles behind me,
Like a spring day,
With a summer ending.
I forget how much I love you,
Until I see you again.
And now. I met Oli. Previously, as you may remember, I "met" him as in I would be walking with one of my friends who knows him and they would talk and I would stand there awkwardly. Then there was the Reid Library incident involving eye-contact and awkwardly looking away. But we shan't dwell on that.
I pumped myself up prior to Oli's arrival with the help of Laura and Travis, my two Friendquest 2012 buddies. Some mild tachycardia helped me to gain momentum. He arrived. Laura said, "Here he is." I daren't look for fear of freaking myself out. A potential friend. Here he comes.
He sat. I said what I interpreted as a warm (and perceptible... previously, I have been too quiet and it has led to awkwardness), "Hi!" Yes, the exclamation mark is necessary to convey the warmth and feeling with which I delivered this salutation.
He sat. Laura, as we had previously agreed on, pronounced a simple, "Have you met Junaberry?" I said, "Yeah, I think we've met before!"
The team and I proceeded into some lively conversation. It was great.
I love having confidence and joy and spring in my step. At tomorrow's lecture, I plan on sitting with some strangers.
Earlier over sandwiches and chickpeas, Laura and Travis helped me prep for an interview I haven't got yet. See, I really want a summer job. I want to make bank and not waste my time lolling. Because lolling is for losers. I also think having some sort of retail job will help me become more comfortable with people. But first I need to actually get the job. And, to do that, I have to have some sort of interpersonal ability...
Later, during the FCP tutorial, I brainstormed answers to potential interview questions. Here they are (verbatim to what I wrote):
- Mother with child who wanted S & E homework help. Went to read up and help
- Group work, FCP notes
- BRB man complain, berated me
- Initiatve
- Helpful
- Library volunteer work, learning to deal with mundane shit
- FCP discussions
- Tuition --> girl concerned, helped discuss bridging courses and support, talked with parents
- Why? $ and improve interpersonal skills
- FCP clin skills, GP placement
- Kumon girl who never said thank you
- Filing even though no one wanted and just sat around
I love you all.
J
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Still Lamenting About UWC
Today, Bowen comes home. He was supposed to get home yesterday mid-afternoon but his flight from DC to LA was delayed so he missed his flight to Sydney. We will watch An Idiot Abroad when he comes home and I will berate him for inevitably not buying me snack cakes.
This week has been hard. But next week will be better. I want to get involved in life and do things. I want to join University Writers' Club (but I don't know how... Their meetings are at times I can't attend). I want to go to uni knowing I belong somewhere. I want to become good friends with new people and better friends with old people.
I really, really want to join UWC but I don't know how to make my timetable work...
J
This week has been hard. But next week will be better. I want to get involved in life and do things. I want to join University Writers' Club (but I don't know how... Their meetings are at times I can't attend). I want to go to uni knowing I belong somewhere. I want to become good friends with new people and better friends with old people.
I really, really want to join UWC but I don't know how to make my timetable work...
J
Friday, October 5, 2012
How To Be Horribly Antisocial
Or how to recover from it.
I don't remember being like this in year seven when I met most of my friends for the first time. Maybe it was because we were literally FORCED together and spent basically every waking moment with each other. Maybe it was our child-like naivete.
Regardless, I need to do something. I said I would. I was adamant about it last holidays. Nothing has really transpired. I thought about this all last night and got pretty upset. I've become someone I hate/am not happy with. I want to change this. That's not saying much though because I say this all the time. I want this time to be for real though. I look at my brother who has become majorly confident and social and I feel both hope and like time is running out for me.
This Thursday, Meg and I are going to this Wellbeing Synopsium at med campus. Hopefully, she and I will mingle.
I've had lunch the last couple of days with Big Michelle's friends. I really didn't want to. As in, I felt I was going to vomit. I forced myself to because, even though I said literally NOTHING (I just sat there, looking at people awkwardly), I figured it was best to force myself into uncomfortable situations to get over them quicker. So, I'm sorry to Big Michelle if I cramped her style or embarrassed her.
I like to think that today when I had lunch with them I spoke a couple more words. I think I did.
The issue is that I feel they're all out of my league. I don't know if I can comfortably be friends with these people. They're all too confident and smart and goodlooking. I miss the small fish. I probably need to make my own friends instead of clinging onto Big Michelle. Hence the Wellbeing Synopsium. Hopefully I'll get mingly with some cats from our year.
We'll see how it goes.
J
I don't remember being like this in year seven when I met most of my friends for the first time. Maybe it was because we were literally FORCED together and spent basically every waking moment with each other. Maybe it was our child-like naivete.
Regardless, I need to do something. I said I would. I was adamant about it last holidays. Nothing has really transpired. I thought about this all last night and got pretty upset. I've become someone I hate/am not happy with. I want to change this. That's not saying much though because I say this all the time. I want this time to be for real though. I look at my brother who has become majorly confident and social and I feel both hope and like time is running out for me.
This Thursday, Meg and I are going to this Wellbeing Synopsium at med campus. Hopefully, she and I will mingle.
I've had lunch the last couple of days with Big Michelle's friends. I really didn't want to. As in, I felt I was going to vomit. I forced myself to because, even though I said literally NOTHING (I just sat there, looking at people awkwardly), I figured it was best to force myself into uncomfortable situations to get over them quicker. So, I'm sorry to Big Michelle if I cramped her style or embarrassed her.
I like to think that today when I had lunch with them I spoke a couple more words. I think I did.
The issue is that I feel they're all out of my league. I don't know if I can comfortably be friends with these people. They're all too confident and smart and goodlooking. I miss the small fish. I probably need to make my own friends instead of clinging onto Big Michelle. Hence the Wellbeing Synopsium. Hopefully I'll get mingly with some cats from our year.
We'll see how it goes.
J
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Wedding Night
I have self-diagnosed with bipolar disease.
I am watching Downton Abbey.
I am watching SPECIFICALLY for wedding night scene between Matthew and Mary.
I may or may not report back later with details of said wedding night.
J
I am watching Downton Abbey.
I am watching SPECIFICALLY for wedding night scene between Matthew and Mary.
I may or may not report back later with details of said wedding night.
J
Must Love Dogs
Mother has been bugging me about being more social. She saw pictures from med dinner in the papers today and asked me if I knew about it and why I didn't go. I didn't really have an answer for her.
You know when you're mother is telling you to be more social then there's something wrong with you.
I feel like I'll never be that outgoing or social person. I'll never be confident around people or have a lot of friends. This being said, I want to have more friends and to be friendlier.
I have no idea where to start or if I even can.
J
You know when you're mother is telling you to be more social then there's something wrong with you.
I feel like I'll never be that outgoing or social person. I'll never be confident around people or have a lot of friends. This being said, I want to have more friends and to be friendlier.
I have no idea where to start or if I even can.
J
Jesus, Save Us (The Irony)
From Mitt Romney.
Supporter of raising age of social security but investing more in military weapons.
Ah, the work of a true Mormon.
J
Supporter of raising age of social security but investing more in military weapons.
Ah, the work of a true Mormon.
J
Monday, October 1, 2012
Another Week Gone
8.10am. I'm at uni. Again. It was nice while it lasted; lounging at home. Yes, studying, but open pantry all times of the day. Get up slightly later than usual, time to eat a leisurely breakfast and exercise.
Today is also a public holiday. Queen's birthday or something similarly inconsequential. I was the only one awake when I left home this morning. I felt a kind of loneliness as I ate my toast, staring blankly at Saturday's newspaper.
The drive to uni was absolutely serene. It was maybe the only time I've ever enjoyed driving. The streets were dead quiet, there were no cyclists blocking my way. It was nice.
I feel like my uni life and... the rest of my life are two separate entities. When I'm home, it's almost like uni doesn't exist. It's somewhere far away. I'm at home, I'm in my domain. It's been almost two years since I started uni and I don't really have an excuse for having no good uni friends anymore. I have gone further into my shell since uni started and it's not the way things are supposed to go.
I thought about going to med ball this year. I thought maybe it would be nice, a chance to get dressed up. The more I thought about it, the more I didn't want to go. I knew that, if I wanted, I could get a table to sit with. But I only saw myself sitting there awkwardly, trailing after people and lingering around anxiously during pres. While everyone else got up to dance, I would excuse myself to the bathroom and then find somewhere quiet to collect my thoughts and be alone, dreading if anyone should come out and see me like that.
I have a natural disposition towards the quiet, reserved life. I don't think this can be disputed. I also think that quiet, reserved people who love slothing around at home and being by themselves can still go out and have fun with others every now and then. Even Stephen Merchant, with his Great and Terrible Height and Googly Eyes, went to carnivale in Brazil and to Trafalgar Square on New Year's Eve and chats up girls on early morning trains as he returns home from an evening of debauchery.
I was thinking about this last night. I was wondering if I truly dislike these kind of social gatherings or is it because I feel awkward and out of place that I dislike them? And if I didn't feel awkward and out of place, I would love them?
In any case, watched Strike Back or whatever that shit is called (Strikeback?) last night with mother. It was her idea; she probably saw the ads on TV and was lured in by the goodlooking main characters. Two blokes. I'm pretty sure one of them played Leontes in Camelot but I can't be bothered checking. There was sex and tits and I was like, "Ooo...kayyyy..." and about to gtfo and then shit started getting real and Leontes ran and then leapt and then caught the bomb out of the air and I was very aroused and excited.
That's pretty much it for now. I will watch Straight Back again next week and report further on Leontes' Arms.
J
Today is also a public holiday. Queen's birthday or something similarly inconsequential. I was the only one awake when I left home this morning. I felt a kind of loneliness as I ate my toast, staring blankly at Saturday's newspaper.
The drive to uni was absolutely serene. It was maybe the only time I've ever enjoyed driving. The streets were dead quiet, there were no cyclists blocking my way. It was nice.
I feel like my uni life and... the rest of my life are two separate entities. When I'm home, it's almost like uni doesn't exist. It's somewhere far away. I'm at home, I'm in my domain. It's been almost two years since I started uni and I don't really have an excuse for having no good uni friends anymore. I have gone further into my shell since uni started and it's not the way things are supposed to go.
I thought about going to med ball this year. I thought maybe it would be nice, a chance to get dressed up. The more I thought about it, the more I didn't want to go. I knew that, if I wanted, I could get a table to sit with. But I only saw myself sitting there awkwardly, trailing after people and lingering around anxiously during pres. While everyone else got up to dance, I would excuse myself to the bathroom and then find somewhere quiet to collect my thoughts and be alone, dreading if anyone should come out and see me like that.
I have a natural disposition towards the quiet, reserved life. I don't think this can be disputed. I also think that quiet, reserved people who love slothing around at home and being by themselves can still go out and have fun with others every now and then. Even Stephen Merchant, with his Great and Terrible Height and Googly Eyes, went to carnivale in Brazil and to Trafalgar Square on New Year's Eve and chats up girls on early morning trains as he returns home from an evening of debauchery.
I was thinking about this last night. I was wondering if I truly dislike these kind of social gatherings or is it because I feel awkward and out of place that I dislike them? And if I didn't feel awkward and out of place, I would love them?
In any case, watched Strike Back or whatever that shit is called (Strikeback?) last night with mother. It was her idea; she probably saw the ads on TV and was lured in by the goodlooking main characters. Two blokes. I'm pretty sure one of them played Leontes in Camelot but I can't be bothered checking. There was sex and tits and I was like, "Ooo...kayyyy..." and about to gtfo and then shit started getting real and Leontes ran and then leapt and then caught the bomb out of the air and I was very aroused and excited.
That's pretty much it for now. I will watch Straight Back again next week and report further on Leontes' Arms.
J
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