grr argh

[verbicide]

I need a fucking haircut. It's gotten to the point where all the layers have grown out and I just have 80lbs of moppage on my head. Was going to get it chopped today, but the only appt Habitude has is for 7pm and I'm not sure what my plans for the evening are, yet. So tomorrow at 11 it is. Will survive one more day of this, I'm sure.

I'm trying to schedule brunch with Jeff tomorrow, but he's been frantically busy trying to get moved into his new place. Wah. I missssssss him. We need to take another class together so I can be guaranteed his company on a regularly scheduled basis.

Hobbes is goddamn cute. So when I'm at my desk, he sleeps at my desk. When I go to bed, he moves to the bed. Last night, insomniac-ish and fidgety, I kept moving back and forth. When I got up from my chair, for the last time, to finally sleep. Hobbes lifted his head and gave me the most exasperated look. He let out a melodramatic sigh and grudgingly moved back to the bed. This time settling onto my head in the hopes of keeping me still for a bit.

He really is an amazing cat. My boyfriends always invariably end up loving him more than they love me. I still think the hardest thing for Keith in our breakup was losing visiting privledges. Greg, also, I fear, misses Hobbes more than he misses me. It kind of cracks me up. He threatened last night to steal Hobbes. To which I responded, icily: "Over my dead body."

*clings to Hobbes* In a life full of changes, he is a welcome constant. Okay. I'll stop before I confess that I sometimes serenade him with Sarah McLachlan's Push. Oops.

Moving on.

I need to write up a couple of invoices today. Like getting the money part, hate accounting for the time. Bleh.

Yay for soon-to-be-having Indian Food with Devin. Woop!

Also, want to go pick up a copy of 13 Going on 30, which for some bizarre reason, I absolutely loved. I think it's because Mark Ruffalo's character is the perfect man. The kind of man that only exists in the minds of writers of chick flicks, sure. But he's soooooo cute. And Jennifer Garner is adorable, too.



Though, I have to say I hate, hate, hate, hate that tired old plot where people are constantly getting left at the fucking altar, because their intended bride/groom just-now-realizes that they can't possibly go through with it! It's so fucked up.

I understand there is a need for Drama and Complications. It would be too easy for the One True Love of the main character to be single and available. But I'm tired of seeing some perfectly nice person getting fucked up the ass because the person they quite rightfully assumed loved them and wanted to marry them, is off having secret qualms and doubts and lusting for the main character.

It's actually what I really liked about Love, Actually's unrequited-love vignette. So you love your best friend's new wife. You know what? Too bad. It doesn't matter how strongly you feel for her, you don't try to fuck up your best friend's new marriage. You're miserable. You curse yourself. But you recognize that your feelings are unfortunate and fucking move on eventually. Because she's not the only one for you EVER, for fuck's sake.

Caution: Spewing Rant Ahead. Opinions Represented Are Solely My Own, And Not Meant To Speak For The Rest Of You Buggers.

The whole adolescent concept of True Love drives me bananas. There is no fucking True Love. There is only attraction and the work you're willing to put into it. Yes, you should be attracted to your partner and yes, you should have compatible personalities. But fucking hell, that's like 10% of it. The rest is bloody hard work. Consideration. Sacrifice. EFFORT. It isn't magic, people. It's a laborious task to mesh your life with someone else.

I'm not a fucking saint, obviously. I'd be disqualified over the profanity at the very least. But it startles me to see how selfish so many people are. Of course you have to take care of yourself. It's your duty to take care of yourself. But beyond that, will it fucking kill you to think about someone beside yourself? Like, for example, the person you purport to love? Gah.

Ok. End rant.

I love chick flicks. It's my guilty pleasure. I like watching pretty people, in pretty clothes, in shallow situations that I know don't represent real life. Shoot me. But I guess the selfishness often displayed there makes me fucking irate.

And I woke up cranky. So bleh.

Comments

[brabble.livejournal.com]

Hee. That's what my hair looks like, too. It's a mess. But I keep forgetting to get it cut, since I never ever wear it down anyway.

Mark Ruffalo's character was utterly fucking adorable. I ended up watching half that movie on the plane (after Mean Girls, which hee). Couldn't finish it, I'm afraid, since it was making me cringe more than I could handle. Figured the ending would be Matt jilts girlfriend and MainCharacter goes back to being 13. Did she?

[devinshire.livejournal.com]

YES! And then they get married and move into a pink house (not kidding!) and live happily ever after. :)

[brabble.livejournal.com]

A pink house?

Dude. "Big" was SO much better.

[verbicide.livejournal.com]

I hate wearing my hair up. And when it gets like this, I have to. Which makes me cranky *grin*

Mean Girls - yay!

I forget if Matt jilts girlfriend, or just runs out to look for her and she's gone. But MainCharacter goes back to being 13. And she's learned a Valuable Lesson and ends up back in the closet, her memory intact. So she's nice to Matt and kisses him and they end up Happily Ever After in a big scale version of that house he made her.

It was sappalicious fun.

[brabble.livejournal.com]

I would shave my head if I thought it would look okay. I hate hair. Pain in the ass.

And bah. I loved Matt, and he was cute, but bah.

And yet, I liked that David Duchovny movie.. uhm.. Return To Me? With Minnie Driver. Even though the premise is basically "no matter who/what that piece of muscle/tissue is in, MainCharacterMan will fall madly in love with it." Maybe I just liked it because David Duchovny was in it.

*coos at him*

[verbicide.livejournal.com]

I would shave my head if I thought it would look okay.

Ditto. Oh. Except I sometimes do like it. Maybe just not in the summer. Nevermind.

Okay, David Duchovny was fucking adorable in that movie. *cooooooos*

[verbicide.livejournal.com]

It was cute, but it didn't have Mark Ruffalo.

*rests case*

[brabble.livejournal.com]

touche.

[euphrasie.livejournal.com]

I like the idea of True Love. It gets me through the day :)

[verbicide.livejournal.com]

Awwwww.

Does it make it better if I say I don't believe in True Love, but I do believe in Happily Ever After? :)

[bbcaddict.livejournal.com]

oh you are prechin' to the choir my dear!
/bitter divorced person
;)

[verbicide.livejournal.com]

Ach. Yeah.

Hey, btw -- rented Secret of Roan Inish. Looking forward to it!

[thette.livejournal.com]

You know, I used to think that, too.

Then I found someone I'm actually compatible with on a long term basis.

Sure, it's not all roses and rainbows and pink little bunnies [I can't believe I just wrote that], but attraction and compatibility is something like 70%. It wasn't hard work to be living two people on 350 sq feet for a year, and it isn't that hard work to be living mostly apart either.

I don't know. I used to think that a relationship required hard work when I had a really sucky one that I was ready to go for, no judgment implied on yours or anyone else's.

[verbicide.livejournal.com]

That's a fair point. I was obviously irate when I wrote my post. And it was particularly directed at chick-flick mentality where two people magically sproing together based on 15 seconds of panting at each other across a crowd-filled room and just know that they are destined for each other.

I didn't mean to be quite so melodramatic about the hard work, either. And compatibility surely goes a long way toward making a relationship easier. (Attraction may get the ball rolling, but how I feel about a person can change how attracted to them I am.) Most of my friends in happy, long-term relationships have shared that the secret of their success has been a committed willingness to give their relationship importance and effort. Not grueling, therapy filled hours or anything. But patience and a willingness to make sacrifices when needed.

[mcfnord.livejournal.com]

i like your name--verbicide--and love any sentence including the phrase "drives me bananas".

[verbicide.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

I'm frequently driven bananas :)