ya. i could see titanic 498 more times, and i still wouldn’t get sick of it

im sitting at home watching the movie titanic on TNT.tv. in case you’re trying to do the math in your head, i was in fact its EXACT target market when it came out -14 years old and a freshman in high school. and holy crap did it solidify my true love for leonardo. see, what happened was i had developed a small crush after seeing in him in Romeo and Juliet, but that came out when i like 11, so at the time i didn’t even know my feelings were a crush.

don’t worry though. by the time i was 14, i KNEW what love felt like. and i spent $7 like 5 times to go see the three-and-a-half-hour movie at the local Lowes Ciniplex, which a. was walking distance from my house, and thereby perfect for a 14 year old, and b. has since turned into some sort of muslim church. true story, my friend’s dad didn’t realize this and attempted to take a date there once. he figured out was was happening when he walked in to the former lobby and saw that pop corn was not, in fact, on sale.

ok. back to titanic. i made all three of my friends see it with me. multiple times. and then i cried EVERY.TIME. and explained to everyone that this was THE BEST MOVIE EVER. PEOPLE!

and yes, the movie may have done some permanent damage by convincing me that money isn’t important, despite the fact that it is. and that poor guys are sexy. and these two things may have not only led to my tragic career choice, (where i make no money) but also to my many tragic dating choices. sigh. it’s just SUCH a good movie though.

i will now rekindle your undoubted love for this movie, by explaining some of my favorite parts:

1. when rose says she bought Picasso paintings, and her stupid idiot finance says Picasso is lame and will never amount to anything.

2. when leo (jack) saves rose who’s planning to kill herself by jumping off the boat. (i do close my eyes here though, because i always think that THIS time, he won’t be able to pull her back on the ship and she’ll die). and rose says, “you’re distracting me. go away.” and leo says, “i can’t. im involved now.” (le sigh. he is SO cute). and rose says “you’re crazy.” and then leo says “that’s what everybody says, but with all do respect miss. im not the one hanging off the back of a ship here.”

3. When rose gives leo’s last name as her own at the end.

4. when leo teaches rose how to spit like a man.

5. when leo gives rose a note after dinner. im always worried that after the dinner, they might never get the chance to see each other again. alas, he was on top of things though and able to borrow a pen.

6. when rose’s stupid fiancee tries to buy his way onto one of the life boats and someone tells him that money is no longer important.

7. when the stupid idiot who built the ship is talking about how big it is, and then rose says “do you know of dr. Freud? … His ideas about the male’s preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you.” and the idiot says “Freud, who is he? a passenger of the ship?”

8. basically the whole move.

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hecks ya!! I finally got a freaking laptop

a picture OF my blog ON my blog.
a picture OF my blog ON my blog.

so last night i forced myself off my couch, away from the Steelers game to the local meijer to get some groceries.

and then i was all “hmm, i shall wonder over to the electronic section to see what this store offers as far as laptops are concerned”

and there she was. a shiny new compaq laptop marked down from $550 to $400. i’ve been shopping the lay of the laptop land long enough to know that was a pretty freaking good deal. AND it had: 2 gb of ram, vista and a dvd burner.

omg.

it was my laptop soulmate.

after about 4 minutes of consideration and a quick call to my mom, i bought her. and YES i now have about $20 in spending money to last through the next month or so, but who cares?! i mean, HOLY CRAP DO I LOVE THIS THING!!!!!!!

what does this mean for you, the reader? well for starters, lots more posting and possibly a resurrection of the daily photo.

and for those of you out there having a heart attack because i didn’t get a freaking apple (which would have been about 32 times more expensive), i have two things to say to you. 1. i make monopoly money at that job of mine. 2. i didn’t see YOU donating anything to my laptop fund.

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hope i don’t have skin cancer

UPDATE: I got a voicemail from my doctor today with good news. i seem to in fact be skin-cancer free. guess my body doesn’t hate me afterall. 🙂

how’s that for a headline?

apparently my body hates me and such (is it mad that i stopped eating meat? or just upset at my constant taco bell runs?) because aside from the whole super painful gallstones, i also had a random thing on my arm.

no. it wasn’t like a mole or anything really gross. just a thing. a pale, skin colored thing.

and i had it taken off today to be tested. which was kind of weird. they numbed a 2-inch by 2-inch area of my arm and then scraped that sucker right off with a razor blade. the worst part may have been the numbing shot, but after the heck of a surgery i went through last week, the burning sensation i got it from it was the equivalent of brushing my teeth.

i didn’t watch or anything, seeing as how i like to avoid throwing up and all. but i did look at it after they finished. when i got to work. in the privacy of a bathroom stall. you know, just to be safe.

and i was TOLD i could change the bandages in a hour because it would stop bleeding, but that was crap. because TWO hours later, i tried to put on a regular band-aid brand bandage and the thing bled right through it. at this point i thought ‘hmm, i shall find the office first aid kit and commence with using it.”

apparently though, the extent of my office first aid kit is a poster on choking (h/t lovely co-worker) so instead, i grabbed the large cotton bandage from the garbage and put it back on my arm with masking tape.

planning to go with my life, i sat back down at my desk and told my co-worker what i had done.

“WHAT? FROM THE GARBAGE?!!! IT WILL GET INFECTED!! TAKE THAT OFF!”

i argued that it was a better plan than walking in negative 10 degree weather to the local 7/11 to get a real bandaid, but she would have none of it. so i took the stupid garbage band-aid off and applied pressure with a napkin.

and then i remembered that i had some heavy duty band-aids in my bag as a result of my roommate buying me four boxes of them after my surgery (thanks again for that roomie!).

hallelujah!

i slapped one of those “tough-strips” on and got back to checking emails. about 5 hours later it seems to have held up, so i think things worked out fine.

i’m told i’ll hear back about the whole ‘is it or is it not skin cancer” question sometime within the next few days. in the meantime, if ya’ll could pray that it is “not skin cancer” that’d be great, seeing as how i only have 1.5 sick days to last me the rest of 2009.

thanks in advance. 🙂

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