A quest to make sense of it all. Or a sense to make a quest of it all.

Thursday, May 31, 2007

So Luke graduates boot camp July 5th, and he has the remainder of that evening to spend with any family who comes to the ceremony before going on to A.I.T. the following morning.

Know what that means?

ROAD TRIP!

That's right. Brandon and I are again uniting forces, this time to plow through three states. I absolutely can't wait to see Luke. I know this is gonna come off as shallow (well not really, I mean I did marry him)... but damn, I know he's gonna look brutually hot. Push-ups and running in the sun makes for a good-lookin' fella. With that in mind, I've recently attacked my weight loss/beautification regimen with a Cristina Yang-like ferocity. More details of that to come over at Saintly Weight Loss.

*does happy-road trip dance*

Over and out.

Monday, May 28, 2007

Okay. For those of you looking for a movie to go see, "Bug" is not what you're looking for, no matter what you're looking for. Don't do it. I want those two hours of my life back. It's getting really mixed reviews, which I don't understand because everyone should hate this movie. It's already starting the childish, tired "But it's ART" debate.

Person One: "That sucked."
Person Two: "It was beautiful. It was Art."
P1: "I don't see anything particularly artistic about one-trick-pony Ashley Judd to begin with, and I think that her sniffly, crazy damsel-in-skank-distress trick has hit an all-time low since being combined with William Friedkin's need to take an audience hostage rather than catching their attention."
P2: *rolls eyes* "You just didn't understand it."
P1: "No, no...we all got it. It's just that what little there is to be got is so stinky, you wish there was indeed something left to get. Nope, got it the first time. It's bad. Baaaaad."
P2: "I'll bet you liked Spiderman 3."
P1: "I didn't see Spiderman 3."
P2: "Well you should have because that's the type of movie people like YOU like. You just have to have everything spoon-fed to you. You and your preconcieved notions. Try opening your mind. Think outstide your little box."
P1: "It's bad. Baaaaad. And you'd know it if you pulled your head out of Micahel Shannon's ass." *snatches black beret off P2's head and smacks him with it*

In all fairness, it could have been ok (not good, but ok) if it had continued to quietly chug along in the third act. But no. It had to **SPOILERS AHEAD, SPOILERS AHEAD** go careening into absolute insanity. I know, I know, that's the point- they're crazy and there's no real rhyme or reason. Whatever. That's no excuse for poor scripting. The finale, with its diarrhea-of-the-mouth and Ashley Judd's crazyass exclmation of "I am the mother bug" before setting herself ablaze... it's fuckin' retarded, folks, to put it delicately. Avoid.

When the best part of a movie is Harry Connick, Jr. mimicing slipping on linoleum, it's a good idea to just shelve it.

Monday, May 21, 2007

So Luke left. I dropped him off with his recruiter in Selmer at 3:00am on April 25th. I'm not going to go far into how I feel about it. Suffice to say I miss him terribly, I'm very proud of him, and my bed is so empty I find myself sleeping at my parents' house more often than not. This is not the five months of independence I had pictured. This sucks. I love doing things by myself. Dining out, going to movies, etc. I guess I thought that would give me a leg up in this situation, that I am not as much of a social animal as other people.

I am wrong. I need petting. And since the one person from whom I will accept petting is now in Missouri, it's a cruel, cruel summer.


I don't mean that I'm moping around (anymore), watching The Notebook and looking at our wedding pictures. I'm working, a lot. I'm also being as socially interactive as I care to be, which consists of a visit with Jessie about once a week, an every-three-weeks visit with Megan, and evening chats with Brandon, mixed up with a couple calls with Jason every now and again. And I am digging the unlimited amount of time I can spend in the movie theater, and the ability to sip coffee, read, and chain-smoke as long as I want at the Omelet House. But my friends, I'd honestly rather be just hanging with the honey.


In other news, I just paid off one of the student loans that's been a bur in my side (?) for two years. That's a pretty good feeling.

Brandon just went home after an enjoyable 4-day weekend visit, and with him goes my acceptance of carbs.

That's about it.