Mom told me today having me home is like having another teenage boy. List of complaints:
1. I'm always asleep
2. I disappear for long periods of time
3. Suddenly all the food is gone
4. There's mud tracked all over the hallways
5. Instant and random wrestling matches break out
6. The laundry odor has significantly increased - excuse me, this is because running.
7. My brother's clothes have mysteriously gone missing (I like his sweatpants.)
8. I always talk about girls - what? Al, Anya, and B are important...
9. The XBox is turned on again
10. "Angry music" thumps through the walls of my room - ...also known as rap. My latest obsession? The song, "Nasty girl" by Nitty - it's catchy!
I love being home, I really need to be here more often. My one complaint about this break is having to be in and out of appointments everyday. Since I'm only home twice a year or so, I get to see all the doctors in one week. But as long as there's nothing wrong it's usually quick and relatively painless...except for yesterday when I had to get my eyes dilated. I HATE that! Not only did the sun look like the Messiah had come again, but my close range vision went to shit - I felt ridiculous when mom took me to Blockbuster right after and I had to bob my head back and forth and squint to figure out a distance where I could read the titles.
I really hate the eye doctor. Not only does Dr. Nosehair completely invade my personal bubble and has a laugh that puts a Hyena on steroids to shame, but I always feel like an idiot because I'm so blind. He claims my eyesight is literally off the charts, somewhere around the 20/400 to 20/500 range - by far the worst in the office! Except I don't even get a plaque or speech or even free contacts. I think I should get free contacts.
And the damn place is all white, so when he makes me take my contacts out I feel like I'm in an institute - or a highly padded room. There is nothing that makes me feel more vulnerable.
And now I get to go to the dentist where the nurses in the Winnie the Pooh scrubs will inform me my wisdom teeth are coming in. REALLY!? I didn't notice the jagged ends pushing through my gums, giving me sore throats and itchy gums. Thanks for clearing that one up!
But I actually don't mind the dentist because I get told I have the prettiest teeth my dentist has ever seen (I'm sure he tells every patient that) and he still gives me a sticker and a sucker even though I'm 20.
...And he is quite literally one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen in my life. He has no nose hair. Or ear hair. Or chest hair. Don't ask how I know that last one. But of course he's married...snap.
Other than doctors my break has been dedicated to my two 10+ page papers and catching up on my extensive list of movies-t0-see.
Last night I watched The Women, which is actually a remake of a 1939 movie starring Norma Shearer and Joan Crawford. It was excellent. Meg Ryan is literally my favorite actress - I just adore her. She's cute, smart, quirky, and never compromises herself to fit into pop culture. I fell in love with her when I saw You've Got Mail. My uncle used to call me Meg because he said I looked and acted like her in that movie, I like that.
Anyway it also has Annette Benning, Eva Mendes, Jada Pinkett Smith, Bette Midler, and Deborah Messing - 5 very beautiful and very strong actresses. I liked the movie because there were literally no men in the entire production - so there were no frills like sex and make out sequences to fill in scenes, but I still felt like absolutely nothing was missing. They did a fabulous job remaking it, and I love that even though it was remade in the 21st century, it still keeps the 1930's flair.
The 30's really knew how to make a great film: both Sherlock Holmes and Alice in Wonderland (both remakes released this year) were originally made in the 30's.
And, of course who could forget? The Wizard of Oz =)
Time to get back to my paper! ...actually I need more coffee to do that. And with more coffee comes breakfast #2. Which means I have to sit and watch the news because I always do that with breakfast, even second breakfast. And by that time it'll be time to go to my future husband's office...then right after that it's time to run and then nap time...
oh darn I guess the paper will have to wait. And I was so looking forward to it!
lovelovelove,
me
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