Breathing Gets Harder
March 5, 2009 § Leave a comment
Every few years, usually during the winter season, my respiratory system starts acting up. It starts with a sore throat and a general ill feeling throughout my body, then progresses to an uncontrollable cough and loss of voice.
The last time this happened was during my senior year of high school. I coughed so hard at night that I couldn’t sleep for hours, just lying there coughing my guts out. I remember having to sing at Winter Camp and not being able to hit all the notes because my throat simply refused. I even coughed up a bit of blood during English class and J got so worried. I reluctantly took the Chinese cough medicine my mom gave me but didn’t believe it could be cured so easily. After a few weeks, the problem went away.
Mouth Like A Toilet
March 4, 2009 § Leave a comment
This year I was really quite surprised when Mardi Gras and Ash Wednesday came around. Usually I’m aware of the beginning of Lent before it begins, but this time I completely missed free pancakes at IHOP and did not have any idea of what to give up until Easter.
Although I’m not Catholic, I’ve committed to the Lenten tradition of sacrificing something for the past few years. They usually go pretty well; the first year, I gave up salty junk foods, and after Easter I had pretty much lost most of my desire to eat chips [although I still love popcorn]. Last year I gave up cookies, which was pretty difficult considering how prevalent [and delicious!] they are in the dining halls.
I think I’ve given up something food-related every year. Well, it’s usually easier to eschew something than to take on something [10 more minutes of prayer a day, for example]. Since moving to an apartment, however, my eating habits have changed so that I don’t even eat anything consistently enough to eradicate it from my diet. I really don’t do anything these days except eat, sleep, and browse the Internet.
It came to me a few days ago. Ever since coming to college, my closet pottymouth status has become a more deeply entrenched problem, and I frequently don’t even feel the need to filter my language anymore except in more respectable settings. Thus, I decided to give up swearing for Lent.
So far, I’ve failed miserably. I really curse quite often when I’m alone. Internet being slow? %@*$ you! Did I just swear again? #&!%. But I’m making a more conscious effort to clean up the language with which I think and speak. Does swearing in other languages count? I’ve taken a liking to vie de merde.
Panties In A Bunch
March 2, 2009 § Leave a comment
There aren’t many things that can compare to the anti-depressant powers of shopping. I love even grocery shopping, the feeling of walking into a store packed with choices, picking up the things that I need and picking out something new to try.
Some women love buying shoes. Some own a huge collection of jeans. I love buying underwear. New clothes always make me happy, but nothing lifts my heart like putting on a new pair of panties. If I had the money, I would have an enormous underwear collection.
I am not sure why this is. Perhaps it is due to the fact that I never really owned cute underpants as a child, and now I am subconsciously compensating for the deprivation of my youth.
Bake Me A Pie
March 1, 2009 § 1 Comment
The more I watch Pushing Daisies, the more I fall in love with Lee Pace.
[Hmmm, he has thick eyebrows. Like J. Coincidence.]
He has very sensitive eyes, and is absolutely adorable as the Piemaker. There are rumors that he prefers men over women but I won’t believe anything unless he says it himself.
When I saw the trailer for The Fall somewhere online last year, I was completely drawn in. I am very much attracted to aesthetically appealing movies such as Memoirs of a Geisha and Hero, and The Fall did not disappoint. It was visually stunning, and the soundtrack, coupled with minimal dialogue, added to the beauty of the film. Another bonus is the gratuitous amount of bare, muscular male bodies. Delicious.
On the topic of Lee Pace, one way of knowing whether I’m completely over the relationship is seeing when I’ll be able to watch Pushing Daisies again.
I started watching the show a few weeks after it began, after I had spent the afternoon with JY, who was absolutely raving about it. I had seen the commercials for the show on ABC, but I didn’t even know what the phrase “pushing daisies” meant and was not interested in adding another show to my lineup. JY is a very persuasive woman, however, so after going home, I went online and watched the first episode. And then proceeded to watch the next three episodes consecutively because it was that good.
I told J about it and pressured him to watch, which he did eventually. He liked it, but not as much as I did.
Usually, I despise cheesy romances. Pushing Daisies, however, holds a certain charm in its unique characters and clever dialogue that doesn’t grow old. The forbidden romance between Ned and Chuck was also faintly familiar to me. I’ve been too busy to watch any episodes for this entire semester, and though I’ve wasted much idle time recently, my appetite for Pushing Daisies has waned. I simply don’t think I’ll be able to stomach the cute romantic nature of the show for a long while.
The fact that this season is the last of Pushing Daisies is nothing short of tragic. Why must everything I love be taken from me?! Hopefully a movie is in the works. In the meantime, I plan to watch all of Lee Pace’s movies to fill the void Pushing Daisies has left. I love his acting.
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