I don't normally condone or participate in these sort of blogging game thingies, but this one seemed mildly intriguing. So, here goes.
1. I'm terrified of clowns. Watching IT at a young age- and then again at an older age- scarred me for life.
2. People who bring their children under three to a movie theatre bother me. What is the point of wasting money on tickets to a movie that you probably won't be able to watch or enjoy because your kids are throwing a fit?
3. I love my job. I know it sounds wierd, but talking to very upset people and making them very happy people give me a great amount of satisfaction. Being yelled at isn't so cool, but it's nice to take those people and make their whole day.
4. I love going to the movies. It doesn't even matter if I end up hating the movie, or if I've already seen it, gonig to the movies is my personal vice.
5. I'm a homebody. I would rather stay home than go out, unless it's to a movie. :)
6. I'm secretly addicted to the game website Pogo.
7. My personal weakness include but aren't restricted to: babies, chocolate, and kittens.
8. Other people's children make me reconsideer having my own on a daily basis.
9. When I found out that Heath Ledger died, I cried a little.
10. Books are my best friends. I can always find a book to entertain me.
11. America's Next Top Model is my reality show weakness.
12. I find it strange that people feel compelled to touch the bellies of pregnant women.
13. My mom is my hero, even when we don't get along.
14. Guitar Hero confuses and dangers me alternately. I don't have the coordination or the patience to learn to play that game well.
15. My cat isn't really a cat, he's more like a person, and more like my baby.
16. I aspire to be a makeup artist, even though I hate to wear makeup.
17. I used to think blogging was dumb.
18. My favorite movie of all time is The Breakfast Club.
19. I could live off of McDonald's french fries and Starbuck's coffee for the rest of my life.
20. I'm a generally neat person who can't seem to keep her room clean.
21. Plain white walls freak me out and make me feel hedged in.
22. I have a sibling whom I've never spoken to.
23. I love Family Guy, but mostly I watch it for Stewie.
24. I laugh really hard when people fall down.
25. The look my dog gives me when I leave for work both breaks my heart and puts a smile on my face every day.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Have You Seen This Platonic Man Friend?
Okay, I admit, this blog is not my own. I actually snagged it from the blog of a friend of mine, but I thought it was great and had to put it on my own. And, being as I am a girl who has never had a Platonic man friend that wasn't gay, I've always resented girls like this and think they should be culled out and persecuted in kind. Just kidding. But not really.
What happened to all the nice guys?
The answer is simple: you did.
See, if you think back, really hard, you might vaguely remember a Platonic guy pal who always seemed to want to spend time with you. He'd tag along with you when you went shopping, stop by your place for a movie when you were lonely but didn't feel like going out, or even sit there and hold you while you sobbed and told him about how horribly the (other) guy that you were fucking treated you.
At the time, you probably joked with your girlfriends about how he was a little puppy dog, always following you around, trying to do things to get you to pay attention to him. They probably teased you because they thought he had a crush on you. Given that his behavior was, admittedly, a little pathetic, you vehemently denied having any romantic feelings for him, and buttressed your position by claiming that you were "just friends." Besides, he totally wasn't your type. I mean, he was a little too short, or too bald, or too fat, or too poor, or didn't know how to dress himself, or basically be or do any of the things that your tall, good-looking, fit, rich, stylish boyfriend at the time pulled off with such ease.
Eventually, your Platonic buddy drifted away, as your relationship with the boyfriend got more serious and spending time with this other guy was, admittedly, a little weird, if you werent dating him. More time passed, and the boyfriend eventually cheated on you, or became boring, or you realized that the things that attracted you to him weren't the kinds of things that make for a good, long-term relationship. So, now, you're single again, and after having tried the bar scene for several months having only encountered players and douche bags, you wonder, "What happened to all the nice guys?"
Well, once again, you did.
You ignored the nice guy. You used him for emotional intimacy without reciprocating, in kind, with physical intimacy. You laughed at his consideration and resented his devotion. You valued the aloof boyfriend more than the attentive "just-a-" friend. Eventually, he took the hint and moved on with his life. He probably came to realize, one day, that women aren't really attracted to guys who hold doors open; or make dinners just because; or buy you a Christmas gift that you mentioned, in passing, that you really wanted five months ago; or listen when you're upset; or hold you when you cry. He came to realize that, if he wanted a woman like you, he'd have to act more like the boyfriend that you had. He probably cleaned up his look, started making some money, and generally acted like more of an asshole than he ever wanted to be.
Fact is, now, he's probably getting laid, and in a way, your ultimate rejection of him is to thank for that. And I'm sorry that it took the complete absence of "nice guys" in your life for you to realize that you missed them and wanted them. Most women will only have a handful of nice guys stumble into their lives, if that. So, if you're looking for a nice guy, here's what you do:
1.) Build a time machine.
2.) Go back a few years and pull your head out of your ass.
3.) Take a look at what's right in front of you and grab ahold of it.
I suppose the other possibility is that you STILL don't really want a nice guy, but you feel the social pressure to at least appear to have matured beyond your infantile taste in men. In which case, you might be in luck, because the nice guy you claim to want has, in reality, shed his nice guy mantle and is out there looking to unleash his cynicism and resentment onto someone just like you.
If you were five years younger.
So, please: either stop misrepresenting what you want, or own up to the fact that you've fucked yourself over. You're getting older, after all. It's time to excise the bullshit and deal with reality. You didn't want a nice guy then, and he certainly doesn't fucking want you now.
Sincerely, A Recovering Nice Guy
What happened to all the nice guys?
The answer is simple: you did.
See, if you think back, really hard, you might vaguely remember a Platonic guy pal who always seemed to want to spend time with you. He'd tag along with you when you went shopping, stop by your place for a movie when you were lonely but didn't feel like going out, or even sit there and hold you while you sobbed and told him about how horribly the (other) guy that you were fucking treated you.
At the time, you probably joked with your girlfriends about how he was a little puppy dog, always following you around, trying to do things to get you to pay attention to him. They probably teased you because they thought he had a crush on you. Given that his behavior was, admittedly, a little pathetic, you vehemently denied having any romantic feelings for him, and buttressed your position by claiming that you were "just friends." Besides, he totally wasn't your type. I mean, he was a little too short, or too bald, or too fat, or too poor, or didn't know how to dress himself, or basically be or do any of the things that your tall, good-looking, fit, rich, stylish boyfriend at the time pulled off with such ease.
Eventually, your Platonic buddy drifted away, as your relationship with the boyfriend got more serious and spending time with this other guy was, admittedly, a little weird, if you werent dating him. More time passed, and the boyfriend eventually cheated on you, or became boring, or you realized that the things that attracted you to him weren't the kinds of things that make for a good, long-term relationship. So, now, you're single again, and after having tried the bar scene for several months having only encountered players and douche bags, you wonder, "What happened to all the nice guys?"
Well, once again, you did.
You ignored the nice guy. You used him for emotional intimacy without reciprocating, in kind, with physical intimacy. You laughed at his consideration and resented his devotion. You valued the aloof boyfriend more than the attentive "just-a-" friend. Eventually, he took the hint and moved on with his life. He probably came to realize, one day, that women aren't really attracted to guys who hold doors open; or make dinners just because; or buy you a Christmas gift that you mentioned, in passing, that you really wanted five months ago; or listen when you're upset; or hold you when you cry. He came to realize that, if he wanted a woman like you, he'd have to act more like the boyfriend that you had. He probably cleaned up his look, started making some money, and generally acted like more of an asshole than he ever wanted to be.
Fact is, now, he's probably getting laid, and in a way, your ultimate rejection of him is to thank for that. And I'm sorry that it took the complete absence of "nice guys" in your life for you to realize that you missed them and wanted them. Most women will only have a handful of nice guys stumble into their lives, if that. So, if you're looking for a nice guy, here's what you do:
1.) Build a time machine.
2.) Go back a few years and pull your head out of your ass.
3.) Take a look at what's right in front of you and grab ahold of it.
I suppose the other possibility is that you STILL don't really want a nice guy, but you feel the social pressure to at least appear to have matured beyond your infantile taste in men. In which case, you might be in luck, because the nice guy you claim to want has, in reality, shed his nice guy mantle and is out there looking to unleash his cynicism and resentment onto someone just like you.
If you were five years younger.
So, please: either stop misrepresenting what you want, or own up to the fact that you've fucked yourself over. You're getting older, after all. It's time to excise the bullshit and deal with reality. You didn't want a nice guy then, and he certainly doesn't fucking want you now.
Sincerely, A Recovering Nice Guy
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Taking the Plunge
Well, here I am, starting a blog. I've always enjoyed reading the blogs of others, but this is the first time I've attempted to write one. Wish me luck!
I figured that I would start simply. Maybe filling pockets of history, and mixing them with funny anecdotes and movie quotes- Hey, that rhymed!- and would go and grow from there.
Just for a quick background- I'm a weird, strange, intelligent, pigheaded, stubborn, caring,
funny, serious, contradictory oddball with a sense of humor cultivated by Tim Burton, Robin Williams, Monty Python, Cheech and Chong, my brother, Dane Cook, and my friends. I come from a mixed group of heritage, with lots of Irish and a bit of everything else. I couldn't tell you where all of my roots come from. I'm a transplanted California native living in northern Idaho- but I've lived here for more than fifteen years, so I guess I'm native here, too.
My best friends are the ones who understand me best- i.e. my mother, and fabulous Amazon of a woman by the name of Katelin Bauermeister, and my boyfriend Jeremy. There are also other people whom I consider close, but these are the people I value most highly, even if I don't show it sometimes.
I also have sibling, who I love dearly. My brothers are both younger than me- Jake is 19, Kobe is 8, and even though I am the oldest, they treat me like the baby. Kobe and I spend as much time together on the weekends as we can. Considering he plays basketball, Baseball, and football, all weather permitting, the time we spend could be more. That boy will be a prodigy in at least one of those sports as soon as he's old enough. Jake and I were best friends- as well as the same size- when we were little. We did everything and went everywhere together, include share friends, food, and secrets. After my parents split and I went with Mom and he went with Dad, we drifted apart; despite this, however, I feel I could still tell him almost anything, and I know he knows he can tell me anything, as well. All three of us are strong-minded and strong-willed, and we won't back down until we make our point or we are forced, kicking and screaming, to leave it alone.
I am obsessed with the Food Network. I will watch just about anything on that channel, and I drive people crazy watching anything and everything from that network. along the same vein, I love to cook. My mom and grandma instilled in me a passion for cooking that I have developed into a natural yearning to cook. Given the opportunity and the time, I will cook for just about anyone. Proof of this is the Spirit Lake Fire Department. Jeremy volunteers there, and every time he is on shift and I go to visit him, or every time we stop by together, I am asked if I brought anything I made, or when the next time I'm going to cook for them will be. A lot of them don't know my name ( they mostly call me Jeremy's Girlfriend) but there isn't one of them that doesn't know my cooking.
Movies are my passion. I love to watch all genres, from action to comedy to drama to romance to redundant to silly to tear-jerker. My favorites span the board of these selections, and some of them are: any Monty Python movie, any Mel Brooks movie (but especially Blazing Saddles, Spaceballs, and Robin Hood: Men in Tights), Dogma, Clerks, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Evil Dead and Army of Darkness, Valkyrie, Freida, Stick It, Juno, the entirety of the Lord of the Rings and The Chronicles of Narnia series, The Producers, Labyrinth, Finding Neverland, What's Eating Gilbert Grape, Benny and Joon, Edward Scissorhands, Secret Window, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (the newer one, not the older one), Mamma Mia, and the list could go on, but I don't think even this blog could hold the whole list.
Another of my passions is reading and collecting books. Like my movies, I read just about anything. I have such a large collection of books that every year I have to go through and reorganize to make more room for the new ones. If you ask me at any given time, I could be reading up to three different books at the same time. I know, I'm weird.
Well, I think this has been a good first blog. Feel free to post comments, questions, whatever. I love feedback and new topics. In the meantime, stay tuned, viewers!
I figured that I would start simply. Maybe filling pockets of history, and mixing them with funny anecdotes and movie quotes- Hey, that rhymed!- and would go and grow from there.
Just for a quick background- I'm a weird, strange, intelligent, pigheaded, stubborn, caring,
funny, serious, contradictory oddball with a sense of humor cultivated by Tim Burton, Robin Williams, Monty Python, Cheech and Chong, my brother, Dane Cook, and my friends. I come from a mixed group of heritage, with lots of Irish and a bit of everything else. I couldn't tell you where all of my roots come from. I'm a transplanted California native living in northern Idaho- but I've lived here for more than fifteen years, so I guess I'm native here, too.
My best friends are the ones who understand me best- i.e. my mother, and fabulous Amazon of a woman by the name of Katelin Bauermeister, and my boyfriend Jeremy. There are also other people whom I consider close, but these are the people I value most highly, even if I don't show it sometimes.
I also have sibling, who I love dearly. My brothers are both younger than me- Jake is 19, Kobe is 8, and even though I am the oldest, they treat me like the baby. Kobe and I spend as much time together on the weekends as we can. Considering he plays basketball, Baseball, and football, all weather permitting, the time we spend could be more. That boy will be a prodigy in at least one of those sports as soon as he's old enough. Jake and I were best friends- as well as the same size- when we were little. We did everything and went everywhere together, include share friends, food, and secrets. After my parents split and I went with Mom and he went with Dad, we drifted apart; despite this, however, I feel I could still tell him almost anything, and I know he knows he can tell me anything, as well. All three of us are strong-minded and strong-willed, and we won't back down until we make our point or we are forced, kicking and screaming, to leave it alone.
I am obsessed with the Food Network. I will watch just about anything on that channel, and I drive people crazy watching anything and everything from that network. along the same vein, I love to cook. My mom and grandma instilled in me a passion for cooking that I have developed into a natural yearning to cook. Given the opportunity and the time, I will cook for just about anyone. Proof of this is the Spirit Lake Fire Department. Jeremy volunteers there, and every time he is on shift and I go to visit him, or every time we stop by together, I am asked if I brought anything I made, or when the next time I'm going to cook for them will be. A lot of them don't know my name ( they mostly call me Jeremy's Girlfriend) but there isn't one of them that doesn't know my cooking.
Movies are my passion. I love to watch all genres, from action to comedy to drama to romance to redundant to silly to tear-jerker. My favorites span the board of these selections, and some of them are: any Monty Python movie, any Mel Brooks movie (but especially Blazing Saddles, Spaceballs, and Robin Hood: Men in Tights), Dogma, Clerks, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Evil Dead and Army of Darkness, Valkyrie, Freida, Stick It, Juno, the entirety of the Lord of the Rings and The Chronicles of Narnia series, The Producers, Labyrinth, Finding Neverland, What's Eating Gilbert Grape, Benny and Joon, Edward Scissorhands, Secret Window, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (the newer one, not the older one), Mamma Mia, and the list could go on, but I don't think even this blog could hold the whole list.
Another of my passions is reading and collecting books. Like my movies, I read just about anything. I have such a large collection of books that every year I have to go through and reorganize to make more room for the new ones. If you ask me at any given time, I could be reading up to three different books at the same time. I know, I'm weird.
Well, I think this has been a good first blog. Feel free to post comments, questions, whatever. I love feedback and new topics. In the meantime, stay tuned, viewers!
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