Showing posts with label bored with life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bored with life. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Bottom Feeder

I apologize for the lack of quality posts but I assure you my life has been Dullsville as of late. Scraping the bottom of the barrel here folks.

1.) Deborah shelled out $1300 for a personal trainer that she turns a deaf ear to. He tells her to use the elliptical machine to burn calories. She refuses, saying it makes her feet go numb. He wants her to join Weight Watchers. She says no. He wants her to keep a food journal. She eats whatever the hell she wants and lies about it. Yesterday at Subway, her idea of 'healthy' was a six-inch tuna sub with mayo (yes, in addition to the mayo in the mix) and four pieces of cheddar cheese. At this very moment, she is on her way to the vedding machine to buy a bag of Grandma's vanilla cookies.

2.) Over the weekend, my parents were at a restaurant where the bartender happened to be an old acquaintance of mine. Our brothers played hockey together growing up so we hung out during games and recreational activities. Last time I saw her was in college at a club downtown and she had morphed from this dorky, scrawny little thing into this tall, slender "knockout" as my mom says. According to my mom, she was enthusiastic about getting in touch with me so they got her number and told her I would call. The thing is, I remember her as being annoying but it sounds like maybe she's changed. I guess she was living out in Vegas the past seven years and recently moved back. My mom, being who she is, just had to mention the fact I'm single at which point this girl said she's been in seventeen weddings! Damn. If it were four years ago, I would have pretended to take down her number, but I'm desperate for single friends these days, so I think I will give her a call. I just hope I don't end up regretting it if she turns out to annoy me (doesn't take much).

3.) The November 12 issue of Us Weekly promised to spill ‘how far Lauren Conrad goes on a first date.’ Too bad it wasn’t nearly that juicy. But she's got some valid points. From Us Weekly, LC’s Dating Advice:

You have to date a lot of frogs “Whitney’s mother always tells her, ‘You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find the prince.’ Every time you have a failed relationship, learn from it. You’ll find out what you really want and need in a guy.”

Know where you’re going “On my last date, the guy was like, ‘I have a surprise for you. Bring socks.’ Anyone who asks you to bring socks is taking you bowling. I was wearing a minidress and heels – I almost always wear a dress on the first date, and get a second opinion on the outfit from a friend – and, at the last minute, had to find another outfit.”

Wear red lipstick “Normally I wear my makeup the same on a date as I do in the daytime; it’s important to be yourself. But I don’t kiss on the first date, and a guy won’t try when you have on red lipstick.”

Let him pay “On a first date, it’s best for a guy to pay for dinner. It doesn’t have to be expensive. As dating progresses, it’s fine to split or take him out.”

Don’t call him “If a guy wants to call, he’ll call. And I almost never go out with a guy who calls me the next day. I like a guy who has a life. Make me wait a couple of days and wonder. Otherwise it’s too easy.”

Don’t hook up with every guy you’re dating “I go on a date every other week. As long as you understand that dating a different person every other week does not mean hooking up with a different person, it’s fun.”

4.) See, I told you. I got nothin’.

Monday, November 5, 2007

You Get What You Pay For

Bored again so I went back to highlights. Even though it's risky, it's easy to go to the Aveda Institute and get some student at random and pay a measly $30 for a partial foil. It looks ok - what you would expect for that price. As the girl showed me the finished product, she said, "It gives your hair dimension." Well yeah, kinda!

We'll see how long this lasts before ADD kicks in. I really need to find a regular hair stylist for color. I'm constantly asking my friends for recommendations. What I really need to do is ask everyone, ask how much they pay, and take location and all these factors into consideration. I don't know why it is, but I'm scared to commit to a hair stylist. Trusting someone with your hair is a big deal. At least the instructors will fix anything that goes wrong at Aveda.

Insignificant Weekend Happenings

Last spring I left my wallet in a cab so I called the following day to see if anything had been turned in from the previous night. No such luck. Or so I was told. Last week I received a letter in the mail from the cab company saying my wallet had been in the Lost and Found for the past thirty days and that they would discard of it if they didn't hear from me within ten days. When I called to claim it, I was told the office was open 'til 4 pm so I left work early on Friday to pick it up. I got there around 3:40 but they had already shut down for the day. I hate when shit like that happens.

I watched the movie Reign Over Me (that serious Adam Sandler one) this weekend and disliked every minute of it. I usually like depressing movies but this was just plain excruciating to watch. At the end, GC said, "I thought this was supposed to be a good movie."

My friends, undoubtedly sick of me exploiting them and annoyed with my biased viewpoint, are threatening to start their own blogs. Now that would be interesting!

I got drunk way too early and way too quickly.

In a much overdue vist, I took my filthy car to The Downtowner where they wash the outside AND inside of your car for $13. Worth every penny.

7 is the number of light bulbs I've had to replace every time Marley gets upset and knocks over the living room lamp when I'm not paying attention to him.