Wtf is it with old Canadian shows I find so intriguing?
Tonight I had this itch to watch this really old movie I used like when I was a kid. After doing much research, I found it and it's called, "The Challengers," and it was a about this girl who wanted to be part of this boy gang and band. She dressed up as a boy to be a part of it and they had matching denim vests and then she made friends with these girls who were part of a dance group and they had matching clothes, too. It was so ridiculous. Then in the end, she's stuck having to be in both places at once and makes it to the dance thing but has to leave early because she has to make it to this band thing. And while they're playing, her skirt shows underneath the denim and the boys are pissed. Then they see the other girls part of her dance group and combine the two:
It sucks, I was trying to look for clips of it and couldn't find any!
I think I'm going to start a collection of little pieces of dinnerware that match but mismatch in the sense that they go together in colors and themes. I think I might even try and look for Silverware the same kinds they use on Enterprise. I swear, every time they eat something, it always looks really good. I was actually even thinking of starting a blog of foods they show on Star Trek and trying to recreate them, but I've hardly seen any other Star Trek's other than Enterprise.
I'm getting in that sort of awkward moment again, esp. after meeting with that Int. Designer. She wants to hang out again and I'm all for it, but I feel like it's hard for me to be myself. I like jokes, and she doesn't get it. Sometimes I feel the same way with Sherry. I feel like a big slob compared to her. Sometimes I also feel the urge to visit her unexpectedly and see what she's doing, but I have this weird feeling she might be really annoyed. There was this one time when Liza and I were in my Aunt's flat in London and there was nothing to do, so we went to her daughter's house next door and tried to watch tv and use their internet. We were obviously imposing but they said we were welcome over anytime. Why do people you meet when visiting say you can come over anytime when they don't really mean it. Or seem like they mean it. What a bunch of fakers.
I've concocted two summertime recipes I'd like to share with you all:
Antioxidant Cooler (Inspired by Moby):
2 Steeped Blackcurrant Tea - Steep about 3 minutes in Boiling Hot water Pomegranite Juice Blueberry Juice
Steep Tea and cool. Pour 1 part Blueberry Juice and 1 part Pomegranite Juice (or however much of the same amounts of each one) to glass filled with ice with room for tea. Pour a good amount of tea, almost filled to top. Pour in whole blueberries to garnish.
Summer Cocktail Cooler:
1 part or 1 good pour of Raspberry Vodka Pomegranite Juice Blueberry Juice Splash of Orangeade
Add equal parts of juice to a good amount of vodka and splash with orangeade in ice filled glass.
I'm getting in that mood again. That kind of irritated low feeling I have about myself. I don't know why I get this way. It seems like when one thing kills my moment, everything else seems to spiral downwards too. I must find a way to fix this!
I'm having some trouble becoming a better person and I can't seem to get out of it. The road slants unexpectedly, the fog grows thicker and I'm finding myself at the end hanging off a cliff. The windows are like steel and kicking them open is useless. I'm dialing for help and no one hears my calls. This is how it will be, in the night, in the bad area of town, there I will be, careless and destitute. This is what has become of me.
*There was a girl who I was always so intrigued by how natural she is and her fashion choices were so laid back but very stylish. I kept her on one of my blog favorites. She never knew me but I knew of her because she went out with an old high school friend of mine. She seemed really cool and even studied abroad to such places like Italy and France. Her photos reminded me of a last hurrah after graduation. The typical jetsetting move to backpack through Europe and come back to a steady career.
Right now, I claim to refuse to shop as a result of becoming too materialistic. Now, although I don't shop, I still like to look at fashion ideas. I thought this girl's fashion choices were pretty cool. She made me want to shop which was one of the reasons why I liked to look at her myspace (the blog I kept on my fav.). I think the reason why I thought she was so cool was because she didn't seem like she was trying too hard. I don't think I've seen pictures of her even wearing any make-up. That's the style I like, the style that you could throw something together in two minutes and still have everyone commenting on that cute purse you own.
Anyway, my point is, is that, I was looking to see if she had any new photos updated and I think she became a nun. Or that was what she was working for, the reason she went to Italy and France. That seriously changed me for a moment. Here I am being the biggest selfish bitch right now and can't seem to get out of my own predicaments, when these little things aren't even important. I could announce my apologies for saying things or thinking things about my surroundings that were mean but it's all irrelevant now. I'm not a nice person, so don't ask me for any favors, I've become succumbed to be that type who can't say no. I hate being put in a situation where I feel like I need to make everyone happy. I'm sick of drinking and getting drunk or buzzed, and it doesn't make me feel any better. I'm not an alcoholic and these old-man hangovers are just not fun anymore. And all I want these days is to get over this nocturnal state. I want to get over the fact that in real life, tomorrow is another day and to fall sleep isn't all that bad.
So last night I just watched this movie, "L.A. Story," with Steve Martin and Sarah Jessica Parker, and there were these weird scenes with Steve Martin at an art museum gliding around in skates and a wicker fedora hat. It was so random, but there were these paintings that looked oddly familiar. At the time I remember where I was when I saw these paintings in real life, I had no idea they were that spectacular. I mean, they were just abstract pieces on grand canvases. It's no wonder when I was at the exhibit that one night with my red lipstick on, the security guard scolded me to not take pictures. Here's what I ended up with:
You can sort of see it in the beginning of the trailer. This was this one that reminded us of Kid's hair, from Kid n Play. But I think it's for real because in the movie there was a painting next to it that I remember was also there when I saw it. I could be wrong though.
Time to celebrate, I'm treating myself to the Anza-Borrego! I passed all my courses this semester. This was the first time I took on five courses instead of four so now, I can officially celebrate and cry myself a river. I'm doing cartwheels at the park, making sand angels at the beach.
I just watched America's Next Top Model and the plus-sized model, Whitney won!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I thought that was so awesome, I cried. She really will represent for all (as my dad calls it) healthy women in America. I think she'll embody a true role model for the industry and would make more "healthy" women appreciate their figures.
Even though there was that whole Hepatitis A schpeal at the La Mesa Chipotle, I realize the main one I go to is in Hillcrest. So there's no stopping me from loving Chipotle. I wish I was one of the dancers on here:
I've posted some new pictures in my scrapbook. Here are a few:
Check out how pretty this Amaryllis grew to be.
This was obviously from a few years ago.
Anyways, this Friday, I'm going to go out and buy me a bottle of the finest champagne and drink my heart's content somewhere, someplace. You can't drink on the beach anymore, can you? How would I be able to conceal it? Oh, and I'll need some plastic champagne flutes for this risky endeavor. I was envisioning around this time, when the sun's just setting, and there I will be on the bay of Coronado sulking with my champagne flute. Anyone care to join me? Or either, I'll wind up calling anyone I can drop by to and drink champagne with me. With strawberries on the side. I saw my dear nature friend, Ewa (in Polish, it's pronounced Ava) today and she asked if I had gone to the Anza-Borrego yet and I disappointingly told her no, but I wanted to go within these next few weekends. She let me in on a slight tidbit and announced that it'll be so hot if I go around this time. This assured me I couldn't count on her driving up with me.
So I think next weekend is when I'll be heading out to the Anza-Borrego state park with Liza and search for the mystifying oasis hidden in the hearth of the desert:
I'm really nervous. In fact, it's probably going to be one of the best times to go considering how hot it will be when Summer arrives. I'm tempted to probably head out to the Salton Sea since it'll be so close by. I was looking at one of my maps and questioned why would I go all the way to the Cleveland National Forest to see the Salton Sea if I can just go there. I'm really nervous for that, too. I'm not exactly the outgoing, adventurous type. And my driving capabilities aren't exactly what they used to be. Ever since my accident, I still get very nervous on the road and it wasn't something I could just avoid. Hopefully, if we do end up going, it'll be a good experience for me. So if anyone wants to go, early next Saturday (May... who has a tent), just let me know. As much as I'd like to stay the weekend, I have a feeling it may just end up being day trip. But who knows?
I just realized, I have these obsessions that come and go real fast. A few hours ago, I got off the phone with Liza telling her how I want to go to Cuba. Right now, I want to go to Chicago and see the Edward Hopper exhibition. I like his paintings. Like Hockney's vision of LA, the way they're painted make me wish I were living in that moment in that beautiful light. Whatever their real meanings behind them, they're like movie stills and I want the lead role.
"Peter Getting out of Nick's Pool" David Hockney 1966.