I Love Sundays Again

I saw the movie 'The Shining' today. I'll admit, it was suspenseful, but so many parts of it made me laugh.

Like, can a ghost really let Jack Nicholson out of a bolted storage room?

-or-

Was the director SERIOUSLY trying to scare us with rubber ass skeletons? (that scene where wendy walks past the ballroom and it's filled with carefully positioned skeletons.)

By the end of the movie, I just wanted to hold little Danny (Mr. Redrum) and tell him it wasn't his fault that his daddy was a crazy assclown.

We got a new pastor at church. I don't know how I feel about him just yet....
He does the Reverend Lovejoy voice quite a bit, and we all know how big of a phoney Lovejoy is.

Steppin out for dinner. Catch ya'll later.

Whales and Things of That Nature

I'm tired, I hate my job.

I came home last night and fell asleep and had INSANE dreams about seeing beluga whales with smiles on their faces. One was ENORMOUS and the other 2 were smaller.

Then I woke up, and had SOMEHOW, IN MY SLEEP (mind you) turned on the dvd player. The movie 'What Dreams May Come' was playing. It creeped me out a little, not gonna lie.

Any dream interpreters out there? Someone tell me what the whale thing meant. Maybe I'm going to be the owner of a successful lipstick corporation...

Yeah, Not So Much

Let's talk music for a second.

The band INTERPOL has been all the rage for about 2 years or so. I just checked them out today. And yeah....not-s'much!! I listened to their album "Antics."

I boiled my dislike for them down to one obvious thing: The lead singer's voice is monotonous, colorless, I HEAR A FOGHORN....BOOOOORING!
The songs are not bad, but are a little on the strange side. I wouldn't recommend a purchase of their album.

However, I DO recommend the band The Bravery. Their debut, self-titled album is reminiscent of everyone's all-time favorite, The Cure. In fact, the lead singer's voice resembles Robert Smith's. I'm not saying that The Bravery is The Cure's mini-me. There is a resemblance, but The Bravery has an eclectic, fresh sound that I was glad to have encountered!

While we're on the subject of likes and dislikes, may I just go on the record and say that I LOVE crab rangoon. I first tried it this summer and can now say that I am addicted. I took a trip to my favorite Thai restaurant and chowed down.

I also ordered Rama Chicken, and was pretty disappointed. I think the crown for that dish goes to Thai Bowl in the city. Their peanut sauce is out of this world orgasmic. Their service, however, can use LOTS of help.

I'll have more reviews on different things soon! Happy Wednesday, readers.

QOTD
"I was so damn good, I had to go back and do myself twice!"
-Drunk Lady @ the bar talking abt masturbating.-

"I'm All At Sea"

Nenninator's Blog turns one on February 24th- expensive gifts will be accepted, no, DEMANDED.

Revelations rule. Revelations that seep into my soul rule EVEN more. :)

Watch out world, I'm on my way.

QOTD
"How's your gayble?"
-Andy commenting on a table of 4 men that were on a Double Date-

It Is What It Is

Usually I crave solitude. Usually, I can't wait til everyone leaves the house and I am alone and I can blast my music, or read in peace...etc.

Lately, it's been different. I'm actually feeling lonely.

Take today for example. I got a WHOLE lot of shit done. I paid my bills, went to the bank, went to the library, paid my fees and got a new card, stopped at the post office, bought my first book-o-stamps, went to lunch, and then to the movies, all by myself. I was alright, don't get me wrong, but for the first time, I felt so lonely.

I didn't feel awkward. I just wished for someone's presence. Someone I knew. I engaged in a few conversations with strangers, which was great, but there was something I was missing. It was when I was waiting in line at the movies that I wished I had stayed home. My friend John from Loyola was in line with his beautiful girlfriend. We talked for a bit, then we went our separate ways. I was informed by the cashier that the heat in the theater I was going to was busted and that it was "Verrrry cold in there."

Great.

She wasn't lying. Good thing I like to layer up.

I wound up being the only shmuck in the theater. The movie was sub-par, and I wanted a refund. This was nothing like my last solo movie outing.

So, after the douche-bag flick, I got into my car, and shuffled through the gazillion cds I took out from the library and had myself a FANTASTIC drive home. Singing out loud in the car is one of my most favorite things to do :)

I'm sure I'll get over this. It's just a silly little funk. Like my pal Ray says, "It IS what it is!" You just have to deal accordingly. I have dealt with it the wrong way, the needy way. Never again.

Happy belated birthday to my niece Selina and my nephew Angel :)

Physics and the Treasure Hunt

So Benny served for as good a court jester as any. I had a fun night at work today. Benny never fails to make me laugh.

He was telling me and Rodney that he's romantic because he's European. I think it's just because he's from the old school, but whatever, romance is romance. So, anyway, he was telling us about the "treasure hunt." This was one of the sweetest things I've ever heard of.

Basically, you send your lover-man or woman around the city finding clues to get to you. You send them to the flower shop where they get a bouquet of flowers and directions to go somewhere else....you build the suspense and at the end "you're the treasure!" says Benny. Hahaha...no at the end, you find each other and go off on some romantic vacation. That, of course, is a treasure hunt for rich people, but I'm sure it can be done on a lower scale for po' folk.

Then he proceeded to do what he called a "physics project" at the bar, which I still think was just something he saw on Bill Nye the Science Guy. Either way, it was funny! And it worked too!! It involved matches, a wine glass, and water.

I don't work until 9 p.m. tomorrow and I must say that I have NEVER started work at 9p.m. like EVER in my life. For some reason, Ben wants me to come in and bartend then. I don't even ask him why anymore, I find that that leaves room for SO many elements of surprise and randomness.

Ok, off to watch Cinderella Man, then sleep. Gotta take my mumsy to breakfast tomorrow! MmmmmBUTTERMILKpancakes.......drool.....
p.s. Josh, thanks for the flourescent pigs!! :)

WANTED: COURT JESTER.

sometimes, dramatic things get overwhelming.

i need a little light-heartedness right about now.

tell me a joke! make me laugh! make me smile! be my court jesters, all of ya! ;p

no seriously though, i'm overwhelmed by my own drama as well as the drama everyone brings this way. LET'S LAUGH A LITTLE! SHIT!

I'm going to the movies tonight. That helped last time.

It's Lyric Time Again!!!!

Read these lyrics by Keith Urban and MELT like I did.
These words made me swoon. I just heard this song last night.
Bradwell, play this for your lady-wife then thank me later.

Making Memories of Us
I'm gonna be here for you, baby
I'll be a man of my word
Speak the language in a voice that you have never heard

I wanna sleep with you forever...
And I wanna die in your arms...
In a cabin by the meadow where the wild bees swarm-

And I'm gonna love you like nobody loves you...
And I'll earn your trust making memories of us

I wanna honor your mother.
And I wanna learn from your pa'
I wanna steal your attention like a bad outlaw...

I wanna stand out in a crowd for you...
A man among men.
I wanna make your world better than its ever been.

And I'm gonna love you like nobody loves you...
And I'll earn your trust making memories of us

We'll follow the rainbow wherever the four winds blow
And there'll be a new day coming your way...

I'm gonna be here for you from now on...
this you know somehow
You've been stretched to your limits, but its alright now.

And I'm gonna make you a promise...
If there's life after this...
I'm gonna be there to meet you with a warm, wet kiss.

And I'm gonna love you like nobody loves you
And I'll earn your trust making memories of us.

Finally Got Some Decent Wangs!!

After weeks of being utterly disappointed by the cheap attempts of other restaurants to make edible spicy chicken wings, Edgar and I wisened up and just went to Hooters.

What were we thinking waiting so long to go there?! We were greeted by a 40-something year-old waitress who maybe should have retired the uniform 15-18 years ago, but that wasn't our business. We ordered all sorts of good shit from the old-timer. Raw oysters for me, 10 buffalo shrimp, curly fries, and 20 wings (TMI spiced- this is inbetween hot and 911.) And of course, we had some delicious ranch and blue cheese dressing to dip this all in. Hot "wangs" ain't hot "wangs" without beer. Oh yes, the Nenster drank beer.

WHAT?! NEN DRANK BEER?

I found a beer I like, and he liked it too. A pitcher and two extra pints of Blue Moon later, we found ourselves at the c.d. re-sale shop going nuts because we only had 20 minutes to look around, and you can only imagine what was going on in our bladders after drinking that much Blue Moon.

Who knew you could have THAT much fun at Hooters? We had a blast! He said he thought I was really cool for going there. But I honestly mean it when I say, I go there for the food. :)

QOTD
"Sometimes I think about how retarded the other sperm must have been if I won the race."
-Jeremy-