10:57 a.m. - 02 April, 2009
my little corner of helter-skelter
“You're NOT friends, you never were. You'll be in love till it kills you both. Love isn't brains children, it's blood. Blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it.” ~Spike, on Buffy & Angel’s romance
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OMG, I am so tired of Twilight mania. The book is misogynistic, and I feel sorry for the girls who have fallen under its sway. It was written by a woman who is clearly submissive to the will of men. The main character is a twit. She can’t think for herself—she just moons and simpers over the so-called vampire. Oh he’s beautiful. Oh he’s gorgeous. I’ll do whatever he says. **insert vomiting here** She has no original thoughts in her empty little mind. It’s positively pathetic, and she is a horrible role model for young girls. That’s not love: that’s letting someone control you. Girls shouldn’t be sent these messages about relying on men. It breeds weakness. I’ll take a badass, self-rescuing princess any day!
Also, VAMPIRES DON’T SPARKLE, and THEY ARE NOT “VEGETARIANS.” That has to be one of the lamest things I’ve ever heard. They have fangs, and they suck blood. Has the author even read Dracula or any vampire mythos? Has she ever seen a vampire movie? I can’t believe that there is an entire generation being exposed to these feeble creations. They should read the European legends about the vampyr, Bram Stoker’s novel, Anne Rice’s novels, The Historian, and other stories. They ought to be watching movies like Dracula (the Bela Lugosi and Gary Oldman versions), Lost Boys, and Dracula 2000 as well as shows like Buffy the Vampire Slayer. THOSE are vampires, kiddies. Honest to goodness villains and Byronic heroes that seduce and kill.
Furthermore, please tell Robert Pattinson that he needs a shower. If I have to look at his unkempt hair splashed across magazines and E! again, I might scream. It’s not attractive. Real men groom themselves. P.S. The actress who plays Bella is neither talented nor attractive. When she’s interviewed, she’s completely blasé and uninteresting. All I can say is...Fail!
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The last week has been stressful. I just want a chance to take a nap. Here’s my non-stop helter-skelter:
-Wednesday, March 25th: Brake issues; leave work early to have them fixed. Hrmph.
-Thursday, March 26th: Preproposal madness ensued. The review is only 8 days away.
-Friday, March 27th: Mike wakes up with a 102 degree fever. Eeps! The truck broke down as I tried to leave work. It was towed, and my sister drove me home.
-Saturday, March 28th: Picked up the truck. Including the brakes, I have now wasted $400 in repairs this week. Fabulous. I ran around the house like a madwoman to pack for the event. KP and I went to the latter part of it and had fun in the process. Hooray!
-Sunday, March 29th: Attended technique dance class and Persian dance workshop. Yay! I later find out that even though my parents gave me the truck, they either want it back or they think that my sister should get the money that it sells for. **blinks** Apparently, since she bought her last car without their help, she deserves the money. Never mind that I have paid three times over the truck’s value in repairs over the last three years. Fine. They want it, they can have it. I hate that fucking thing. I won’t argue over it.
-Monday, March 30th: Mike is still sick. I’m in preproposal hell at work. GAH. I left work early to take Harley to the vet. On the way there, she messed in her carrier. The vet tech gave her a bath and cleaned the carrier (thankfully). Both she and Tainy were given tapeworm treatment. There goes another $230. I sterilized the litter boxes and condo as soon as I got home.
-Tuesday, March 31st: Due date for reviews...still missing responses from people. Last minute COIs arrived in my inbox. My chin started twitching as a stress response. Interestingly enough, my supervisor asked me to take on a second program. That’s rather flattering. Unfortunately, I came home to kitty vomit on the bedroom carpet. Gross. Harley continued to mope around the house like she didn’t feel well. My poor kitty! Dance class was not the release that I hoped it would be.
-Wednesday, April 1st: Mike is finally on the mend. Three reviewers have not turned in their responses as of 5:30PM. **forehead smack** Tainy vomited in each bedroom, ugh. Why can’t he aim for the kitchen or bathroom tile? Erstwhile, the ants were trying to invade our bathroom and kitchen. It just keeps getting better, em? We did watch Role Models, and that was funny.
So that’s the news in my world. I need a vacation.
