"You will end up childless and alone"....."Well, fingers crossed, yeah"

Last week I met a guy at FHE & ended up going over to his house with a mutual friend afterwards to watch "About A Boy". Then, after institute this week, he voluntarily came over to talk to me & we actually had a decent conversation. I think 2 conversations + 1 non-church social event = a new friend. So perhaps I'm not a social pariah at church after all.

i wish...

In observing a debate over gay marriage I heard this sarcastic remark: "Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall"
I wish that it was true (mostly the tall part).

the long & winding road

I came home for Thanksgiving on Wednesday. The trip usually takes 5 hours. Here is the day:

10am - i leave my apartment
10:30 - arrive at the TimeSucker's apartment (the agreed upon time to leave)
10:50 - leave the TimeSucker's apartment
11am - get directions to TimeSucker's friend's house that is "on the way" whom we are going to visit "for a few minutes"
noon - drive SOUTH of atlanta & eventually arrive at said friend's house
2pm - leave friend's house after being mauled by a very smelly dog & drive back to where we started 3 hours ago
4pm - still sitting in traffic about 20 miles outside of atlanta due to the holiday rush & an accident. ponder on how if i had left the TimeSucker in atlanta i would have gone home on tuesday & avoided all this
4:05pm - restrain from swearing & possibly physical abuse
5pm - get to east georgia & go shopping at the outlets to buy Christmas presents (and regain some sanity. ahhh, retail therapy, how i love you)
6pm - finally make it out of georgia about the time i'd told my mom i'd arrive in k-town
8pm - call ChurchGirl & hang up so she'll call me back to avoid a horrible conversation with someone that I am very tempted to leave in the mountains of North Carolina. he could probably find his way back to atlanta eventually
10pm - arrive at my house, 12 hours after i'd left my apartment

lesson learned: Never, under any circumstances, feel sorry enough for someone to invite them to your house for Thanksgiving. Particularly if they annoy the crap out of you.

ch-ch-ch-changes

how is that after leaving utah i feel a stronger desire to be churchy? is utah perhaps not the zion it is purported to be? i'm so confused....

either way, i have a new goal: i am going to stop swearing.
try not to cry, ChurchGirl. you'll always have the memories.

couldn't wait till i got home, to pass the time in my room alone

I made a major social breakthrough today: even though I was invited to multiple social events with people I actually like, I chose to stay at home. I talked to my roommate, cleaned, and will go to bed soon. My decision to stay home may be because I have only gotten 7 hours of sleep in the past 72 hours. But I prefer to think that I have finally achieved social nirvana where my happiness is not dependant on going out on the weekends.

That or I am slowly going crazy & retreating into my own psychotic mind. Cleaning on a Friday night is strangely reminiscent of a crazy person I used to know....

the beautiful side of somewhere

Why I No Longer Hate Life:

1. It is fall in the South. That alone makes the world a good place.

2. I got to video chat with my family & see my little niece crawling around. So cute!

3. I talked to ChurchGirl on Saturday & then had a dream that I went to visit her in Cali...someday....

4. Went out with girlfriends & ate a pint of ice cream. Ah, the healing power of chocolate.

5. Went to church & some of the testimonies were actually good. A rare miracle.

6. Watched a french film.

7. Talked to an old roommate that I have not always have the most positive feelings for & it was actually a really good conversation.

8. Went to FHE all by myself (ie, not with PC) & realized I actually have friends at church and a surprising number of them are boys. Who knew?

9. Went shopping online. As the Manorexic told me when he was trying to cheer me up, "You always have shopping"

10. Finished one paper & one project!

one big suck-fest

Why I hated last week:

1. Family issues, which are not my fault, resulted in 3 long conversations, which all ultimately ended with me in tears. During the one with my parents, my dad just yelled at me for 40 minutes about things that are only indirectly related to me. Maybe he didn't realize who he was talking to?

2. Things crashed & burned with PC. I'm not sure what part of "If you ask me on more dates, I will expect more" he didn't understand for the past month. Actually, I'm pretty sure he understood but chose to ignore it. Regardless, I've barely spoken to him since Thursday despite his attempts to make things better. And at least for now, I am happier that way.

3. One of my best friends had a highly traumatic week (conniving roommates, cheating boyfriends, crazy family) resulting in distress & secret conversations with people who could help her. So I feel like I am hiding things from her, but it is for her own good. That is okay, right?

4. Apparently all my professors decided to assigns things at the same time. One mid-term, 3 term papers, & 3 projects due in a 2 week period. Bloody hell.


I feel like I'm being melodramatic, but when it all combined in the space of 5 days, it F-ing sucked.

appearances can be deceiving...or, why i hate movie ratings

I've seen 2 films in the theater in the past few weeks. The Darjeeling Unlimited (reviewed below) was rated R, but I don't keep that rule so of course I went to see it anyway. Popular Blogging Friend told me it was only rated R for language & she was fairly correct. No violence, one minor sex scene in which both people were fully clothed, & some swear words. I came out of the theater surprised at how clean it actually was.
In contrast a few days ago I went to see Elizabeth:The Golden Age. I didn't know much about it, but I saw as I went in that it was rated PG-13. I was thought happily, "Oh, good, this won't be too bad". Wrong. This film had torture, war, a much more risque sex scene, other non-sex nudity, & bad language. I came out of that theater disturbed that my little sister would be allowed to buy a ticket to that film.

Seriously - the MPAA rating system is crap.