lm's day! yay!
Well, yay for me, because it was a cool day. Probably not yay for you because it's likely rather boring on paper. Or in HTML. Or...however you say that properly online.
Today I woke up at...something like 3PM. Boo. And, our building has a cleaning lady that comes in and vacuums the rooms once a week, and I could hear her down the hall, and the one time I stayed in the room while she cleaned I was really uncomfortable. I felt like I should be helping or making conversation or something. I'm glad I didn't grow up in the Victorian era, or, like, super-rich, because I do not get that thing where you don't talk to "the help." My mom and I always made good friends with all the cleaning ladies when my family stayed in the Caribbean a lot--which was a very good thing in the long run, seeing as how one time I got chicken pox in Aruba and had an uncontrollable fever for days, and my dad...well, I've never been able to explain his behavior during those two weeks, because he didn't seem concerned for me at all, for the first and only time in my life. My mom and I...kind of think that maybe he had his mistress staying somewhere else on the island and half the time he was supposedly working at the refinery he was really with her. Which doens't explain all of it, but a lot, because...honestly, I mean, I know this sounds really ridiculous, but I really think his mistress (now girlfriend) either [a] has some horrible blackmail secret she's dangling over his head, or [b] has evil powers. And I'd like to think it's [b] because it makes him look better. But...seriously, it's impossible to explain, you really would have to KNOW my dad and KNOW her and stuff, but he is literally, seriously, an almost completely different person when he's around her. He forgets about everything else, and not in a romantic way but in a scary zombieish way. I really am rather convinced that she's an evil monster with supernatural powers of enchantment.
Shut up. Some people are convinced they're really cats in human bodies. I could be WAY weirder than this.
Wow, okay, so THERE was an enormous tangent for no reason. The story I was originally telling was about my illness in Aruba, where the maid warned us not to go to the scary doctors there, and basically became my nurse, staying with me while my mom went to the store and stuff. And the moral of the story is to treat "the help" like they're people.
So, anyway, I rushed getting myself ready and basically took off so I'd be gone when she came to clean my room. And, I was gonna go do the "dork around on the laptop at a cafe" thing, but the two places I go to were both packed full of people. And, so, I was starving, and decided to brave going into the scary ghetto Burger King. Which isn't particularly scary during the day, but there are always VERY ANGRY (for no reason) people in that place. That awesome cab driver I met that time said it's because there's a magnet under the ground there that makes some people crazy. Which...I don't really care if that's true, but it's as good a theory as any. So I'm always paranoid that I'm gonna go in there and those angry people are going to get spontaneously angry at me.
So, I went in there and got a ton of food, because, hey, cheap, and leftovers are good. And sure enough the guy in front of me in line was a very angry man. He yelled at the people making the food in the back to make his food this very specific and elaborate way because otherwise he'd have to bring it back. He yelled at the poor young woman at the counter to go back and repeat what he had just said to the kitchen staff. He yelled at her that he'd already given her his money, when she hadn't said anything to him to make him say that. He yelled that the lady behind him asked for free water and got it, and no one had offered him free water. When he'd already bought a soda. Then when he finally left the restaurant some really pretty lady called to him to take care of himself. I wanted to tell her the same thing.
Then I went and ate my food in the Japantown mall because it's not scary and it's right across the street. As of a few weeks ago, both the malls that are there, AND the hotel, AND the movie theater are all up for sale right now, and there's this huge concern that whoever buys the stuff is going to drastically change it, and then basically there won't be a Japantown (one of the last three in the US, incidentally) any more. Like, a few years ago the venerable Japantown Bowl was sold--and turned into million-dollar condos. It's really quite sad.
While I was there I discovered that Asia Week is my new favorite free newspaper. It informed me (and maybe everyone knows this, but, like, I don't pay a whole lot of attention to celebrities) that Tom Cruise has dumped Katie Holmes for an Asian American actress, which--HA. I mock Katie to no end, not only for being a bad actress but being a moron. Then it told me that everyone's favorite pedophile (mine used to be Roman Polanski, but he's kind of toned it down) Gary Glitter has once again been arrested, this time for having sex with ten-year-old girls in his Vietnam rental home. HA, I say again.
And then it told me that Lucy Liu has defended the casting of Chinese actors for the Japanese roles in Memoirs of a Geisha, and called it "reverse racism" to do otherwise. She likened it to saying that Meryl Streep isn't allowed to have an Italian accent, or that she herself was only allowed to play Chinese Americans.
Which...um, no. It's actually not like that at all. It's more like if Hollywood made a movie about Pakistanis and cast all Israelis. Or...hey, if we made a movie about queer people and cast all straight people and hailed it as a triumph for the queer community. Which, hey, also happened in the last 6 months! Woo!
In other Asian news, China has officially banned all films combining live action and animation, claiming it will encourage Chinese citizens to make more animated movies. Um...Whaaaaaaa?? Maybe they just caught on to Mary Poppins' message of anarchy and lawlessness and decided to take a stand.
Yeah. So I remembered I needed a Japanese screw punch, and haven't been able to find one, and went into the Kinokuniya stationary store, and...they didn't have that, but they did have, as I'd somehow forgotten, lots and lots of origami paper and big sheets of handmade paper. Which was awesome for me because my midterm book project is almost 100% dependant on my getting the right paper, and I haven't been able to find any. Well, I did there. And ended up spending nearly $50. But, whoo, do I love all this paper. I need more excuses to buy their paper because it is fabulous.
Somehow that sparked a whole shopping spree of sorts along Fillmore, wherein I went to Goodwill and bought two CDs and a big green glass vase for $12 (I needed the vase for my new and improved altar, as opposed to my current nonexistant altar) and...when I got home discovered that one of the CDs has no CD inside. Which...there's no way they'll refund me for it, so there goes $5 down the drain. And then I went to Walgreens, and found a cool new kind of glue, and then I went to Crossroads Trading Company, which is one of those used clothing stores where everything costs as much as new clothes, for the most part. And I tried on about ten million things, and finally talked myself out of the one skirt I found that I really liked, because I found these really neato $10 black and red super-hightop laceup shoes, and had decided to limit myself to one thing. But I just may have to go back and get the skirt tomorrow, because, um, yeah. I'm a cheater.
Then! I went to Paper Source to see if they had gold bookbinding thread, and was tempted to buy even more paper, even though I don't need it, and they had no bookbinding thread at all. But miraculously they did have a Japanese screw punch. For $40, which...whoa. I mean, I've heard they're awesome, and I really need one and have looked everywhere else, but dude. $40 to make holes in paper. Yikes.
Then, finally, my shopping urge slaked, I bought some ice cream at Tango Gelato, before remembering that I don't like gelato all that much because it uses milk instead of cream, but it was still good.
Then I came home and watched Ravenous, which, yes, was as good as I'd hoped. During the movie I also unfortunately overheard my roommate complaining to her ex-boyfriend that sex with her new boyfriend is incredibly painful and now she has blood in her urine. Which she? Chalks up to the change in partners, and the fact that her new partner is supposedly well-endowed. Have I mentioned she's insane? And, like, I'm kind of sorry I hate her and don't want to talk to her and really want to pretend I never heard that much information about her sex life because she disgusts me, because otherwise I would love to be the one to tell her she may have chlamydia and should probably see a doctor about that.
Now I'm watching Dark City. Which...the Strangers are cool. That doctor who takes a breath between every other word is driving me insane. Jennifer Connelly's eyebrows are threatening to leap out of the screen and strangle me.
I have to do even MORE shopping tomorrow, to try and get the rest of the stuff for my book, and buy some more charcoal for my fashion homework, and I need to go to the grocery store, and buy flowers, and set up my altar. And do much more fashion homework. Waaah.
But for now, back to the movie! Yay!
Today I woke up at...something like 3PM. Boo. And, our building has a cleaning lady that comes in and vacuums the rooms once a week, and I could hear her down the hall, and the one time I stayed in the room while she cleaned I was really uncomfortable. I felt like I should be helping or making conversation or something. I'm glad I didn't grow up in the Victorian era, or, like, super-rich, because I do not get that thing where you don't talk to "the help." My mom and I always made good friends with all the cleaning ladies when my family stayed in the Caribbean a lot--which was a very good thing in the long run, seeing as how one time I got chicken pox in Aruba and had an uncontrollable fever for days, and my dad...well, I've never been able to explain his behavior during those two weeks, because he didn't seem concerned for me at all, for the first and only time in my life. My mom and I...kind of think that maybe he had his mistress staying somewhere else on the island and half the time he was supposedly working at the refinery he was really with her. Which doens't explain all of it, but a lot, because...honestly, I mean, I know this sounds really ridiculous, but I really think his mistress (now girlfriend) either [a] has some horrible blackmail secret she's dangling over his head, or [b] has evil powers. And I'd like to think it's [b] because it makes him look better. But...seriously, it's impossible to explain, you really would have to KNOW my dad and KNOW her and stuff, but he is literally, seriously, an almost completely different person when he's around her. He forgets about everything else, and not in a romantic way but in a scary zombieish way. I really am rather convinced that she's an evil monster with supernatural powers of enchantment.
Shut up. Some people are convinced they're really cats in human bodies. I could be WAY weirder than this.
Wow, okay, so THERE was an enormous tangent for no reason. The story I was originally telling was about my illness in Aruba, where the maid warned us not to go to the scary doctors there, and basically became my nurse, staying with me while my mom went to the store and stuff. And the moral of the story is to treat "the help" like they're people.
So, anyway, I rushed getting myself ready and basically took off so I'd be gone when she came to clean my room. And, I was gonna go do the "dork around on the laptop at a cafe" thing, but the two places I go to were both packed full of people. And, so, I was starving, and decided to brave going into the scary ghetto Burger King. Which isn't particularly scary during the day, but there are always VERY ANGRY (for no reason) people in that place. That awesome cab driver I met that time said it's because there's a magnet under the ground there that makes some people crazy. Which...I don't really care if that's true, but it's as good a theory as any. So I'm always paranoid that I'm gonna go in there and those angry people are going to get spontaneously angry at me.
So, I went in there and got a ton of food, because, hey, cheap, and leftovers are good. And sure enough the guy in front of me in line was a very angry man. He yelled at the people making the food in the back to make his food this very specific and elaborate way because otherwise he'd have to bring it back. He yelled at the poor young woman at the counter to go back and repeat what he had just said to the kitchen staff. He yelled at her that he'd already given her his money, when she hadn't said anything to him to make him say that. He yelled that the lady behind him asked for free water and got it, and no one had offered him free water. When he'd already bought a soda. Then when he finally left the restaurant some really pretty lady called to him to take care of himself. I wanted to tell her the same thing.
Then I went and ate my food in the Japantown mall because it's not scary and it's right across the street. As of a few weeks ago, both the malls that are there, AND the hotel, AND the movie theater are all up for sale right now, and there's this huge concern that whoever buys the stuff is going to drastically change it, and then basically there won't be a Japantown (one of the last three in the US, incidentally) any more. Like, a few years ago the venerable Japantown Bowl was sold--and turned into million-dollar condos. It's really quite sad.
While I was there I discovered that Asia Week is my new favorite free newspaper. It informed me (and maybe everyone knows this, but, like, I don't pay a whole lot of attention to celebrities) that Tom Cruise has dumped Katie Holmes for an Asian American actress, which--HA. I mock Katie to no end, not only for being a bad actress but being a moron. Then it told me that everyone's favorite pedophile (mine used to be Roman Polanski, but he's kind of toned it down) Gary Glitter has once again been arrested, this time for having sex with ten-year-old girls in his Vietnam rental home. HA, I say again.
And then it told me that Lucy Liu has defended the casting of Chinese actors for the Japanese roles in Memoirs of a Geisha, and called it "reverse racism" to do otherwise. She likened it to saying that Meryl Streep isn't allowed to have an Italian accent, or that she herself was only allowed to play Chinese Americans.
Which...um, no. It's actually not like that at all. It's more like if Hollywood made a movie about Pakistanis and cast all Israelis. Or...hey, if we made a movie about queer people and cast all straight people and hailed it as a triumph for the queer community. Which, hey, also happened in the last 6 months! Woo!
In other Asian news, China has officially banned all films combining live action and animation, claiming it will encourage Chinese citizens to make more animated movies. Um...Whaaaaaaa?? Maybe they just caught on to Mary Poppins' message of anarchy and lawlessness and decided to take a stand.
Yeah. So I remembered I needed a Japanese screw punch, and haven't been able to find one, and went into the Kinokuniya stationary store, and...they didn't have that, but they did have, as I'd somehow forgotten, lots and lots of origami paper and big sheets of handmade paper. Which was awesome for me because my midterm book project is almost 100% dependant on my getting the right paper, and I haven't been able to find any. Well, I did there. And ended up spending nearly $50. But, whoo, do I love all this paper. I need more excuses to buy their paper because it is fabulous.
Somehow that sparked a whole shopping spree of sorts along Fillmore, wherein I went to Goodwill and bought two CDs and a big green glass vase for $12 (I needed the vase for my new and improved altar, as opposed to my current nonexistant altar) and...when I got home discovered that one of the CDs has no CD inside. Which...there's no way they'll refund me for it, so there goes $5 down the drain. And then I went to Walgreens, and found a cool new kind of glue, and then I went to Crossroads Trading Company, which is one of those used clothing stores where everything costs as much as new clothes, for the most part. And I tried on about ten million things, and finally talked myself out of the one skirt I found that I really liked, because I found these really neato $10 black and red super-hightop laceup shoes, and had decided to limit myself to one thing. But I just may have to go back and get the skirt tomorrow, because, um, yeah. I'm a cheater.
Then! I went to Paper Source to see if they had gold bookbinding thread, and was tempted to buy even more paper, even though I don't need it, and they had no bookbinding thread at all. But miraculously they did have a Japanese screw punch. For $40, which...whoa. I mean, I've heard they're awesome, and I really need one and have looked everywhere else, but dude. $40 to make holes in paper. Yikes.
Then, finally, my shopping urge slaked, I bought some ice cream at Tango Gelato, before remembering that I don't like gelato all that much because it uses milk instead of cream, but it was still good.
Then I came home and watched Ravenous, which, yes, was as good as I'd hoped. During the movie I also unfortunately overheard my roommate complaining to her ex-boyfriend that sex with her new boyfriend is incredibly painful and now she has blood in her urine. Which she? Chalks up to the change in partners, and the fact that her new partner is supposedly well-endowed. Have I mentioned she's insane? And, like, I'm kind of sorry I hate her and don't want to talk to her and really want to pretend I never heard that much information about her sex life because she disgusts me, because otherwise I would love to be the one to tell her she may have chlamydia and should probably see a doctor about that.
Now I'm watching Dark City. Which...the Strangers are cool. That doctor who takes a breath between every other word is driving me insane. Jennifer Connelly's eyebrows are threatening to leap out of the screen and strangle me.
I have to do even MORE shopping tomorrow, to try and get the rest of the stuff for my book, and buy some more charcoal for my fashion homework, and I need to go to the grocery store, and buy flowers, and set up my altar. And do much more fashion homework. Waaah.
But for now, back to the movie! Yay!