So Close

This is a near exact transcript of the conversation I had with Little Mishelle earlier this evening. If you're reading this, Little Mishelle, then stop because you will be bored.

I swear R was about to ask me out today. I swear it. It got quiet in the afternoon. While I was serving a customer, R came up and started serving with me. He is either at print & copy or technology, rarely check out. Good sign, right? Obviously, he is intoxicated by my scent and can't keep away. He finishes serving his customer whilst I'm still serving mine. Then he wanders over to my side of the counter and just kind of stands there. I glance back and give him my set of awesome raised brows (ya'll know I give good ones) and say, "What's up?"
"Oh, nothing!" he says.

I finish serving then turn to him and say, "Seriously, what's up?" He is acting strange.
"Nothing... So, what are you doing this weekend?"

Aw shit.

"Um, not much. I think I'm going to see World War Z tonight."
"Oh, the one about the zombies?" he asks.
"Yeah. What about you?"
"I'm going to Supanova tomorrow!"
"How exciting!" I say.

We talk about it. His smile is intoxicating. He is so happy like a child on Christmas morning.

There was a moment where I felt it coming, I swear. And then it turns out he just wanted a reason to bring up his plans to go to Supanova. Damn, son. Stop teasing me.

J

Don't Touch My Yoghurt

This relationship just makes the world a better place: http://ohnotheydidnt.livejournal.com/79097839.html#cutid1

I went shopping with my mum today and bought a maroon cargo jacket for $14.95. It is the same as Big Michelle's khaki one but obviously a different colour. I am so sorry for purchasing the same style, Big Michelle. But it was on sale, the last one in my size and a colour I really like. At least they are very different colours. However, I believe they are non-descript and common enough for it to not appear like we are wearing the same jacket. Let us not forget the brown pleather debacle of 2011:

Speaking of jackets, my love for pleather jackets continues to rage on. Whenever I see one, I just want to buy it. Especially if it is under $20. I am still on the hunt for the perfect one. My beige one is too short, my black one with the shearling collar is a little too tight around the shoulders but too lose around the torso and my latest black moto one is super comfortable but too big for me. It is a hard life, I agree. See for yourself:

I have officially lost 5kg and halfway to my goal. I am pleased but my dad continues to piss me off by commenting on my eating habits. Before I lost weight, he used to say things like, "Oh, you shouldn't eat so much yoghurt. It is fattening. I am telling you this because I know you are trying to lose weight," even though I wasn't actively trying to lose weight, I just really like yoghurt. Which basically translates to, "You could use to lose a few kilos." Now, he still says stuff like, "Don't eat so much yoghurt. It is fattening." Excuse me, my diet is finally in control and in moderation. I can always anticipate when a comment about my eating habits or weight are coming and I just want to stand up and leave when I sense it.

I am off to model my maroon cargo jacket in front of the mirror now. I hope you are having a lovely day.

J

My 97th Commandment

From Prada to Nada.

The title alone. We've all heard of this movie at some point, yes? It stars Alex Vega and Camilla Belle (who my brother thinks is beautiful. I don't know why I felt like adding that). I know what I thought when I heard about it; dreadful, poisonous, Alex Vega of Spy Kids fame, Camilla Belle of Chumscrubber fame (to be fair, The Chumscrubber is actually a really good movie) and of Better Than Revenge fame (she's better known for the things that she does on the mattress, oh whoa).

But then I watched it yesterday night because I was desperate for something of the romantic and comedic persuasion. Plus, it's based on Sense & Sensibility (the book is boring but the Ang Lee version made me weep tears that only Jane Austen can elicit from me. That's a lie; I cry at everything).

So, I watched it. And, my friends, it is easily one of the better rom coms I have watched this year. Hell, it's barely a rom com. It's more a "family drama" (even though I hate family dramas). You know how I always harp on about wanting to be Jewish? After watching this movie, I want to be Mexican. It's like a Mexican version of Bend It Like Beckham but without creepy Joe. Not to mention the fantastic comedic efforts of Alex Vega who, despite playing a very cookie cut out character, was borderline hilarious. Not in a shitting myself with laughter sense but her little nuances were top class. Her physical comedy was good too.

Additionally, Wilmer Valderrama. He was supposed to be playing a hot, thuggish neighbour type. I struggled with this as I have grown up watching him as Fez, the horny exchange student from an unknown but surely exotic locale. Regardless, he played the role decently.

Camilla Belle lacked much of a personality but I thought she made a really hot nerd and a good foil to Alex Vega's comic goodness. And she had decent chemistry with the guy that played Edward Ferrars.

All in all, it was a very good movie. So good, in fact, that I watched it again tonight then had to go back to watching scenes between Camilla Belle and Edward Ferrars. Then I got lazy to pause so I'm watching it right now as I write this post.

I leave you with these words and my 97th Commandment:

Do not judgeth a book by its cover. 

J

Yes, We Can

I am watching the Mexican version of Sense & Sensibility and it is awesome. 

No comment on the Rudd Return.

J

We Young Right Now

Today, I went ice skating with a bunch of people, most of whom I've never spoken to. Then I went to someone's house for lunch where they all loved my choc chip Oreo cookies. There's a blister the size of a small dessert plate on my left foot and I ate way too much and now feel sick. But I feel so happy. I talked to them, introduced myself, had laughs with them, made new friends. I didn't feel awkward or anxiety ridden at any time. I just felt normal and kind of free. It was really, really good.

During the car ride home, I started crying whilst listening to Paramore on the radio. But they were tears of joy. I think I proved to myself that I actually have the ability to be a socially active person. Chloe initiated a mobile phone number exchange (I know; shocking that my bff and I didn't have each others' numbers until today) and we've been texting about caramel slice this afternoon.

I'm happy.

Oh, and here's a pictures of my mangled foot. Let me tell you, my shower after that was not pleasant:

J

My Saddest Post Yet

Sometimes, I get concerned about my feelings towards food. I love it so much that I wonder if there is any space left in my heart for a life partner? However, there will always be space in my stomach for cake.

I ate so much froyo today. It was delicious. I topped it with Oreo bits (wisest decision of my life), Tim Tam bits (good), Fruit Loops (stale), Coco Pops (coco poppingly good), mini marshmallows (as always, I was disappointed. Every time!) and I think that was it. Then I came home and made choc chip Oreo cookies. I purposely left bits in the bowl and on the spoon so I could eat the raw cookie dough while the cookies were baking.

See what I mean? No more room left in my heart for men. Honestly, if you gave me the choice of never being able to eat again (as in, eat food but I still survive even without it) or never finding love, I would probably give up love.

Food is my one true love.

J

Nigellisima

Damn, she is the finest woman I've ever seen:

Those eyes, that skin, that smile, the hair!

Except I once saw her spray perfume in her hair in one of her shows and I distinctly remember her saying in an interview that she only washes her hair once a week or something like that... I'm trying hard to avoid thinking about the stench that may or may not emanate from that head of luscious hair. Oh well, at least she has an abundance of natural oils to keep her hair shiny and lush.

J

I Borrowed Dear John From The Library

I saw R at work the other day. Turns out we are both flying out (him to Japan, me to London) on the same day. I told him about my trip to Europe. He joked about me hooking up with Italian men. I laughed and smiled then felt sad inside.

I have deep seeded, sad, pathetic, single girl fears that no one will ever love me. Sometimes, I look in the mirror and think, "Well, no wonder no one loves you. Look at you." I know logically that I am not repulsive nor am I particularly attractive. I am very much the definition of a very average looking girl. I also know logically that most people are average looking people and most people find partners and happiness and romance.

It is all just very stupid. I need to get over this stuff. Finding a romantic partner is not the most important thing in the world. It is not even the second most important thing in the world.

J

Conor Scott

He's so great. He is rivaling Ellie Goulding big time in this performance:



J

I Enjoy These Things

I really like this outfit (http://theclothes.blogspot.com.au/2012/08/surface-of-globe.html). That's a t-shirt with the map of the world! Ingenious. I insist that in future years I will get a tattoo of the world map on a part of my anatomy (that is easy to view so I will never get lost):

I really like this performance:

I really like this interview:



I hope you're enjoying your holidays!

J