Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Lounging About Eating Bon-Bons

I'm wearing the Tommy sweater so I thought of blogging. Tragically, I seem to have nothing of note. I haven't really done anything or hated anyone's all very mundane. I'm feeling very lazy lately. All I want to do is nap, sleep and read. Other than working, working, piano, and board meetings (the unavoidables) I have really done nothing this month other than lounge about eating bon-bons, napping, and reading bad fiction.

This weekend I decided to break the cycle by doing some shopping. Excessive consumerism and I have such a love/hate relationship. All that reading was using my brain and expanding my lexicon so I decided to simplify and purchase some TV on DVD.

Hello Arrested Development. So funny. Although someone just told me that they only made two seasons of it (I'm always behind the times). (Saying hello to Arrested Development reminded me of saying hello to Jazz which made me sad because I only have one can left in my fridge, I'm saving it for a special occassion)

So, uh, yeah. That's about it. I bought a funny show so now I'm lounging about eating bon-bons, napping, reading bad fiction, and watching Arrested Development.

Oh January, why do you always have to be so dull?

Friday, January 26, 2007

Down the Tubes

I'm already starting to slip. You can see how long I can keep a resolution for. The first couple weeks of January are so easy. "Why did I even have to resolve to do this?", you think to yourself, "this is easy, surely I'll have no problems staying on this train." Then mid-January hits and you start to forget the urgency of the resolution. Finally late January arrives, all sparkly and spring-like, and you realize you haven't blogged in over a week. Just one more resolution down the tubes.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

My Sweater is...Tommy?

I've already confessed this to the people I care about so I think I'm ready to go public. This weekend I bought a sweater at the Bay. It was 60% off (I love Bay sales) and it's a really nice sweater. Great colour, nice pattern , excellent neckline, well-constructed. Even boys have commented that it's a nice sweater, boys who have never commented on any other article of clothing I own. If I stay this round and "jolly" I could potentially wear this sweater for years.

After purchasing the sweater I wore it 3 days in a row. I saw all different people on all 3 of those days (except for Mr. Rose of course) so it's not like I was repeating the outfit with any given group. Anyways, that's what I do when I really like a new piece of clothing (or a new shoe, purse, accessory....). It's like I'm 8 years old again, I could just wear the same outfit all week and be happy as punch.

Back to my main thread. To my dismay, my lovely new Tommy. And I found it's little Tommy branding, TH stitched in dark blue thread near the cuff. Almost unnoticeable, it's true, but a constant reminder.

But here in lies the problem...I think designer clothes are frequently better made. There, I've said it out loud, there's no going back now. They use better materials and garments are usually just constructed better. I love my Reitmans but really the clothes are ultimately very factory style. A bit generic with no real understanding of design.


My name is Amanda and I've owned a Tommy sweater for 4 days now. Whew, it felt good to let that out. I hear it only gets easier with time.

Friday, January 12, 2007

Idiots Need Not Apply

Have you ever spent some time reading lots of different people's blogs? Normally I don't, because, well I don't really like most people and reading the blogs of the average man leads me to have an even more negative opinion about the state of mankind.

However, things are slow today and I think we all know that Fridays are not good days for starting projects. A friend of mine had turned me on to this blog called Violent Acres (I don't know the addy but if you google it you will find it).

sidebar: what did I do before Google? I don't even know

Anyways, Violent Acres is a pretty entertaining blog. She gets all worked up about different shit and explodes her "offensive" opinions pretty loudly. I always love a self-proclaimed bitch, though she does spend too much time defending herself (while talking about how she doesn't have to defend herself). So, she's not quite the blog perfection I'd like but is entertaining nonetheless.

She has led me into this whole world of blogging that I didn't really know was out there. It seems like these people are trying to gain fame and notoriety through blogging? wtf?

I think that the internet may have deproved (you know, rather than improved) us as a collective. Most people are idiots, right? I think we all agree on that (unless you're one of the idiots in which case I'm very sorry but you should probably move along. your kind aren't wanted here). Well, now these idiots have these little blog worlds where they can obsess endlessly about the potential gender, age, name, political affiliations, etc of some random blogger.

ummmm....who cares? Who cares what Violent Acres name is? Who cares if it's a he or a she? Why does it matter? It's the internet. This may shock you but people don't always tell the truth on the internet. I know, when I figured that out it totally blew my mind too.
And furthermore, how do you think you can gain fame and notoriety by blogging about other people's blogs? I think that internet fame and notoriety (for what it's worth, which frankly is not much at all) comes from people who have a real talent getting some much-needed exposure. Talent is the key there. Idiots need not apply.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

A Good Movie Cry

Last night I watched the first movie to make me cry in 2007. Not bad considering we're only 10 days in. And it wasn't one or two tears either, this was a major cry.

I love a good movie cry. You know how you get that feeling building up inside, nothing is wrong or bothering you but you just need to cry. I can never start those things spontaneously so I always need a good movie to spark it.

I'm not sure if this one was building up or if I was just so affected by this movie. Now when I tell you what the movie was, you won't understand. A virtual silence will follow as you try to comprehend what I've just communicated.

Let me preface this by saying that I didn't even want to rent this movie. I was picking out some 7-day releases and needed to fill out a 6-pack. Frankly, Mr. Rose had to pressure me pretty hard to rent it and even then it was accompanied by much sighing and eye-rolling on my part.

I didn't even plan to watch it in one sitting, ridiculous 3-hour long epics. We watched the first half in little half hour bursts over a couple days. But then....I was enthralled. I started crying at the midway point and couldn't stop until it was over (stop watching that is, I stopped crying many times...the giant bug scene didn't prompt many tears).


The movie was King Kong.




I know! I'm just as surprised as you are. I cried for like 15 mintues after it finished too, and I knew how it ended! When I woke up the next morning my eyes were all tired and sore and worn out from all the crying. A giant ape did me in.

But it's just so tragic. And so true to what I believe. Human beings are terrible, terrible creatures. Selfish, greedy, so far out of tune with nature and so far out of touch with the world we inhabit that it's a wonder we've survived. Oh Kong, the last of your kind...and to die such an ignominious death. Oh Peter Jackson, if I loved you for Lord of the Rings I've moved up to some other level of vague unattractive-celebrity love for King Kong.


King Kong. Rent it immediately and report back. Was is just a desperate need to cry or is this supposed "dude" monster movie really a hidden weeping gem?

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Awkward Encounters

Speaking of awkward encounters in the condom aisle, I had one last night. Mr. Rose and I were doing a little drugstore shopping and since I decided I wanted a break from pumping my body full of hormones we had to stop off in the protective services aisle.

Now the following encounter was really my fault. If we had just got down to business we would have moved on in time. But, of course, I get all distracted by the ridiculous names for lube.

Anyways, we're pondering our choices...having not purchased said product in many years we find ourselves baffled by the level of choice offered. So, I'm holding a box of textured (apparently for my pleasure) condoms when around the corner comes this guy we sorta kinda know. He's one of those overfriendly, space-invading type of dudes who is too familiar given the level of our relationship.

ummm....awkward. Except, I'm not 16 years old. I am a 28 year old woman who was embarassed to be holding a box of condoms. We have a brief awkward conversation about the price of kleenex and Mr. Rose and I extricate ourselves as quickly as possible. We finish our shopping in a hurry and rush out to the car.

Once we're outside I think of two things. The first is that it's ridiculous that I could find it awkward to be caught in the act of buying condoms at my age. And the second is that I was so uneasy that I just threw some random box in the shopping basket without any consideration. I know it's ridiculous to be uncomfortable and yet I was uncomfortable.

By today it's just funny and so I must spread my awkward moment far and wide. Enjoy masses, enjoy.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Unfinished Projects

Is it possible to change? I mean really change. If you decide you don't like where you are at or where you are going can you make the necessary adjustments to alter things. And what happens if you know that you want change but you don't know what that change should be or how to achieve it?

I watched this ridiculous home decorating show this afternoon about minimalist design. The host was a complete idiot who didn't seem to actually understand what minimilism was about. Whenever I think about my taste in interior design I always assumed that my problem was a lack of funds. I mean how can you really do interior design if you can't afford to buy what you want?

But I was thinking about window treatments and it struck me that even if you gave me a stack o' cash I would have no idea how to design window treatments that accented my sofa and really made my natural lighting pop. I would be one of those people with money but no taste. I think I would have to hire someone to do my interior design.

And that's sad. I always thought I was one of those people who could do interior design. But looking around my living room I see that is not, in fact, the case.

My life is filled with so many unfinished projects. Things I "don't have time for anymore". Things I start and then drop halfway through. I do things half-assed all the time, which is odd because I prefer a full, rounded ass.

For some reason I just can't commit.

Am I a minimilist? A cynic? An optimist? A pessimist? Who knows, I can't commit to any one.

The "back to work" blues strike hard and swift, and apparently emerge as a design crisis.