IMT. VD. S.

It's almost 10pm and I'm at home feeling weird and extremely overwhelmed and emotional because I take my favorite shows (well, my absolute favorite and one other) uber seriously. These two said shows aired their season finales this evening and I have no problem admitting that my eyes are rather puffy and I have a slight headache from crying. Yeah? So the fuck what. Most of the shows I watch I'd rather live in than the "real world" and these two said shows would be a fucking dream. Settle down. I'm not crazy. Well, not in a haul-me-off-to-the-nuthouse way. I love what I love and I'm passionate about it. That's me. Why am I telling you all of this? No fucking clue. Like I said, I'm sitting here feeling all the above mentioned things and I remember CB saying she had posted another blog, so I read it, and have apparently decided to post one me'self. And apparently about absolutely nothing.

Oh that's right... I went to see a movie today that I was highly anxious about seeing. (Another one of those deep passionate connections to actors and stories and plots and worlds that don't exist although they should...) I guess I should have figured that that would be the one time when the other people in the theatre would be COMPLETE FUCKING DOUCHEBAGS, and totally interrupt my journey into the void of make believe. There was this Chinese couple that sat fairly close to us (me). Why do people do that? It was 1:00 in the fucking afternoon and the theatre was basically empty. Short little fatty and her tall brainless-looking husband. I assume. I don't know if they are accustomed to viewing movies in public like this, but most people don't fucking talk the whole goddamn time. And I'm not exaggerating. THE WHOLE TIME. In Chinese. And not whispered. TALKED. With hand gestures. Like one of them needed subtitles. Seriously?! This movie was that important to them? People who were in front of us and there before the Chinassholes moved because they were so annoying! We even sshhh-ed them FOUR FUCKING TIMES, really loudly, and they didn't even turn around. Wow. The arrogance. The stupidity. The rudeness! Fuck. Slightly less annoying, but annoying still, was the guy by himself at the very top left, who, spending most of the 2+ hours messing with his phone, tapped his foot on our row throughout 95% of the movie...making my seat rumble constantly. Oh my fucking God people. This is why we suck. People don't care about anybody except themselves and when they are somewhere doing something they apparently think they're entitled to pretend they're alone, or that everyone else needs to just deal with them. No. Fuck off. I fucking paid to see the movie, not to miss bits here and there because I'm trying to tell you to shut the fuck up and stop kicking my chair. Holy Hell, what is wrong with people?!?! And we wonder why little ole UJ wants to live in the movies...

Alright. I think I'm done. I couldn't really let loose with the f-word in the company in I was then. I had to get it out.

UJ x

I'm a bad girl....

...and no, I'm not talking about the "whoops, I did something bad" kind of "bad girl"... I'm talking about the "Holy Fucking Hell I can't deal with the girly-ness of this situation!" kind of "bad girl". (And, fuck me, that was a lot of quotations in one sentence!)

See... here's the thing. I don't have girl friends. Well, that's not 100% true. I have a few close girl friends. Enough that I think I can count them all on one hand...maybe.. Let's see, there's...
1) Union Jane - my bestest bestie Naked Robber in the world
2) Roomie - my old roommate whom I've known for.ev.er.
3) Sheboygan - who's like an older sister that I never had
4) Schoolie - my classmate whom I somehow 'adopted' (lol)
5) Short Shit - my actual real life little sis
6) Sis - a girl I've known since birth

and.. uh.. that might be about it. I mean, I have other girls that I am friendly with, but I wouldn't say I'd want them in my wedding (lol).

Herein lies the issue. I don't do 'girl drama' well. It's not that I don't care. It's that I tend to say the wrong thing. Not even the wrong thing really. I have this problem where I say the honest thing and then sometimes girls get all more dramatic about it and apparently I'm "not helping" when in all reality I'm helping them MORE. But no one sees that. Most girls want a girl friend who will lie and tell them what they want to hear. Sorry. No can do. I can sorta kinda fib in some circumstances but if you're going to ask "what would CB do?" Well... CB is gonna fucking tell you. (LOL....I can't help it.)

Bear with me whilst I give you an example:

Schoolie has this new man in her life. Schoolie also has had some pretty dramatic relationships in her past. She likes to ask me lots and lots and fucking lots of questions about said relationships and she then proceeds to look at me like I'm fucking CRAZY when I tell her honestly what I think. So I stopped giving her advice. She says, "What do I say to him?" I say, "Tell him to get naked, hump a donkey and post pictures on the internet." She says, "WTF? No! I'm not telling him that!" I say, "Well then don't ask me what to tell him." I know that it's mean, but I can't be in her relationship for her. I just don't have that kind of fucking time on my hands. Plus, the guys she dates are totally not my style so it just wouldn't work out (lol).

I guess what I'm trying to say is that, in most cases, I'm a decent friend. I don't try to be mean. I give honest advice. I give good ego boosts when they're needed. So... if I say, "Well, you're awesome and super hot and any guy should be dragging himself at your feet and worshipping you." Then, I mean that you're awesome and super hot and any guy should be dragging himself at your feet and worshipping you. But don't ask me what to say to a guy if you can't figure something out because if I'm having a particularly random-question-filled-day... then it might not be something you would want to repeat. :-)

~Classy Bitch