lasting reminders...

i keep hearing snippets of a british accent, and i instantly get sad. he's still on the online dating site that i'm on... and he keeps showing up in my mutual match section... 97% compatible. i wish i had an easier time focusing on the idiotic faults of his, instead of missing all the good parts. because i'm really, really missing the good parts.

i won the lottery to see HAIR last week... it was amazing... and people were naked on stage, i had no clue. apparently my jaw hung open well after the lights had come back on for intermission. whoopsie. i saw star trek today as well. GREAT BIG FAN. they cast that movie so well... can't wait to see what they do next.

my camera died a few days ago and i'm driving it to a canon service center tomorrow in hopes that they'll be able to fix it... b/c i really cannot afford to shell out a few grand for a new camera right now (which i'd have to do since i'm shooting a wedding in copenhagen in two weeks).

i'm having mini anxiety attacks, and with nothing to do to absorb my time, all i'm doing is fixating. i'm out of this apartment in three weeks...and then i'm homeless. it all tends to weigh down all at the same time. i get tired of pushing back. it's all sort of daunting... and i dont need all these reminders that shizzle is sort of sucking right now. not at all.

okay okay..i GET it.

we all know that love and i have been fighting... and it's sort of like the universe is telling me something.

i'm sitting at home tonight watching one of my netflix videos (that i swear someone's been stealing from my mailbox since i haven't been getting mail lately)... the title is CASHBACK... and it's charming and witty and just romantic enough without being horribly cheesy. and the music is good. and the story is set in england... so obvi i love it.

anyway... the ending scene... a young couple on the verge of love, run outside into the snow... which has stopped and the snowflakes are suspended mid air... and the closing monologue... and the music.

i get it.



Ben Willis: Once upon a time, I wanted to know what love was. Love is there if you want it to be. You just have to see that it's wrapped in beauty and hidden away in between the seconds of your life. If you don't stop for a minute, you might miss it.

come closer, i can't see you...

first of all, it must be noted... that i really cannot see right now. somehow, somewhere between getting home last night (when they were on my face) and taking them off... and getting to work this morning... my glasses are NOT in their case. every time i take off my glasses, i put them in the case in my purse. that's where they GO. i got ready for bed, brushed my teeth, put on the glasses that i keep on my nighstand, read a few chapters, then went to sleep. i'm at work now, and the glasses case is empty, and i have no idea where my glasses are. imagine me, if you will, with my face stuck up close to the screen, and you'd have it about right.

cut off my arm why don't you?

yesterevening was pretty entertaining. i had dinner at blue fin last night, and after spending a little bit of time looking at the images on their website, thought that i'd be in for a fancier evening. it's in times square for crying out loud, who knows WHAT i was thinking.

i like to have a good time with waitstaff...waitpersons... whatever you want to call them. i've had that job before, and really, there's usually nothing better than getting a friendly table that tips well... in a sea of not awesome. so i like to be the fun table... i include said waitperson in our conversations, ask advice on random issues, and generally rib whoever is serving my food. i'll even stab at your hand, for example, if you dare to try to take away my plate of beets before i am finished. our waiter last night was pretty playful. excessively bushy eyebrows, mind you, but a pretty fun guy. he was clearly on my dinner companion's side of things as our conversations progressed. they teamed up against me. but that doesn't matter... it was a good meal. and then, the greatest thing happened. as we were looking over our dessert menus, the waitperson (i wish i knew his name) leaned over and fourth finger caressed the top of my menu asking if i "saw anything that i liked". he did it subconsciously... because when i looked up and said rather loudly DID YOU JUST FOURTH FINGER CARESS THE SIDE OF MY MENU WHILST ASKING ME IF THERE'S ANYTHING THAT I WANTED!!?, he turned every available shade of red. it. was. AWESOME.

we went to see be kind rewind after dinner.


easily one of THE most amusing movies i've had the pleasure of seeing in a looooooooong time. jack black and mos def make a pretty believable comedic duo, and the story and plot were ridiculous and charming all at the same time. if i had four thumbs, i'd put them all up in the air for you. go see it.

and then go enjoy your weekend. it's play time, people. do it.

definitely, maybe

british john and i went to see definitely, maybe as our "valentine's day is dumb, let's buddy up and go to the movies" event. we met outside the movie theater only to find out that the showing was sold out. as he exclaimed "it's sold out to me", a man leaned in and said "i have free passes if you'd like them... but you didn't get them from me." i personally thought it was a scam... turns out, not so much. KY jelly was doing a radio sponsored give away and the rest of the people in the audience were all winners... we just happened to be lucky loud people and got in for FREE. love that.

the movie was charming... ryan reynolds managed to carry a movie without having to take his shirt off (which i was a little sad about really, because he epitomizes the pretty to me) and abigail breslin is, of course, adorable. i will clearly purchase this on dvd when it comes out and add it to my ever-increasing pile of sunday afternoon movies.

and just because it was valentine's day and i felt like it... i bought more ck cheekies... because OBVIOUSLY i need more bloomin underwear. pfft.

cassandra's dream

how ANYONE could give this movie an above average rating is beyond me. after deciding that i'd go see it and perusing the split decision reviews on metacritic, i was kind of surprised at how horrible this movie was. i've never wanted to punch colin farrell in the face so badly in my entire life. his facial expressions were hilarious and the storyline was predictable and not awesome. i predicted everything that would happen almost down to the detail and knew precisely when they'd decide to end the movie... aka at the wrong moment.

woody allen... oh woody. how i don't love you... and you keep reminding me why. i laughed a lot during this movie of yours, and i'm pretty sure that this wasn't your intention.

if you're as much into accents as i am, then the film will be completely worth the two hours that you'll waste. okay fine, it's not THAT bad, and the in the dark hand holding that accompanied the movie completely made up for it. i was entertained... but not overjoyed when all was said and done.

the poster is kickass though...

i discover anthony lane

i am sometimes swayed by public opinion when it comes to entertainment... meaning sometimes i believe what the crazy people at rottentomatoes are saying, and add movies to my netflix queue (joy) based solely on the reviews of others. but sometimes, i should be careful.

i brilliant example of this is sunshine, the movie that i watched with friend P last night. it stars cillian murphy (batman begins) and michelle yeoh (memoirs of a geisha). a sci-fi thriller that takes place in space... on a spaceship... on the way to the sun to help regenerate the earth's life force, or else everyone will DIE!!!... dun dun dun. really... the real reason that i even added the movie in the first place is because of chris evans (london, fantastic four). i am swayed by the pretty, it can't be helped.

anyway, the movie was AWFUL... so we get on metacritic to see how well the movie did with the public and it got a really high score and unusually complimentary reviews. we were shocked. until we found anthony lane, a brilliant movie critic for the new yorker. and now my friends: anthony lane reviews sunshine

you really don't need to watch the movie to enjoy this man's writing about it... i spent a good part of last night rolling on the floor with laughter.

some people are pure magic. and now i've found a man's opinion that i can trust. ;)