22 February 2009

An Overdue Week in Review

Ah yes, I've been gone too long, mostly because my life is usually unfit to blog about. But then again, no one really reads this and I'm barely watching the Oscars soooo yea. Happy Sunday all. Let me bring you up to speed with what I've been doing:

NOTHING. Ryan left me last Monday to go to the Dominican Republic, but not before he got food poisoning from eating at Skipjack's and then of course, I got mine Monday evening. He was already gone, so I was left to my own devices(rolling around on the cold bathroom tile to feel better until 2:30am). Other than that, I've been talking to myself alot, and having one sided conversations with my dog. I did, however, buy a used 35mm film camera, which I'm super excited to learn how to use and learn how to actually take good pictures. We'll see, it might be awhile before the good part of that happens. For now, I'm taking pictures. I've also spent way too much time at the library.
(By the way, who DOESN'T love Alan Arkin? "Every night its the godddamned chicken." Go see Little Miss Sunshine if you haven't. Nerd.)

Friday night I went to dinner with 2 friends at the Texas Roadhouse. If you've never been to one, and you have an appreciation for warm rolls and sweet tea, then you should go just for that. The most important part of that night was the true acknowledgement of what my friend likes to call "the dealbreaker." This is the kind of friend who wears purple sweatpants, out in public. Which is nowhere near a dealbreaker for me, and I've made that clear to him. In fact, I love the purple sweatpants. What I DON'T love....men who wear pinky rings. I'm sorry, but that is my dealbreaker. I explained that to my friend and he laughed at me. But really!! There was a man sitting in my line of sight, who I ended up calling Liam Neeson to my friend Chris. He had slicked back hair, was wearing a sweater that looked like his mother knitted it back in the 80's, a HOOP earring in his left ear, annnnnnnnnd a pinky ring. Yes. I almost spat out my tea when I saw the light reflect off of it. But it apparently wasn't a dealbreaker for some other woman, because he had on a wedding band. Still, it's my dealbreaker.

Since the husband was still frolicking in the Dominican Republic, I went to the movies alone, which is HIGHLY underrated. It's a pretty nice experience. If you haven't done it, try it. I saw "Coraline" which was a really really good movie. My Saturday turned out to be pretty productive for many reasons, but nothing that would interest anyone else, so I'll keep that to myself. It was a good day and left me feeling hopeful.

Must have been a movie weekend for me because I ordered one on ON DEMAND. I finally saw "The Family That Prey's" and it was great. Ended up crying like a baby, but that's ok. I was alone, the dog was asleep, and it was dark and rainy outside. But I did some laundry, cleaned out the fridge, read, painted, wrote, cooked, and Sunday left me feeling pretty good. Maybe I'm telling you all of this useless crap because this weekend, I felt more like me than I have in a long time. I just need to figure out a way to feel like this all the time!

Enough rambling, I guess I'll keep watching the Oscars. Hopefully Hugh Jackman will put those leather pants on that he wore as Wolverine in X-Men. A girl can hope.......

08 February 2009

Everytime you put a hole in your toy, a kitten dies

That's what I told my dog this weekend. He keeps putting holes in all his toys with his insatiable desire to find that damn squeaker, and if the toy DOESN'T have a squeaker, he still looks for one anyway by tearing it apart. So as I was rubbing his belly, I said "Everytime you put a hole in your toys, a kitten dies! Yes it does...yes it does." He almost kind of put his paw over his face and he hasn't really played with his toys since. I think I fucked him up.

So I had a pretty amazing Lexicentric weekend and I want to share with you things I've observed or seen this weekend, maybe even things I've learned. Here is my attempt to share my weekend with you(not including Mass...yea I've got another Mass story):

Saw a man on the T dressed in a jacket that can only be from the Mission Space ride at Disney(or he really thinks he's about to take off into space with his long silver jacket)

Right after that man, a very large man stepped onto the train, and took a seat between a 5 year old girl and a thinner man. He practically sat on top of the man and the thinner man, moved as close to the edge as he could and put his hood over his head. You could tell he was just trying to survive. Tried to take a picture, but was told it'd be obvious. Image/joke was then dampened and I sulked for the rest of the T ride.

UNTIL, I saw a kid get on the T with what can only be described as a Mexican mullet about to ship Chinese documents and a Chinese passport through FedEx.

Learned that I've come to love art more than I thought. More so the different mediums and level of expression. Went to the ICA and absolutely loved it. Can't wait to go back and explore more. While my husband was fully aware that I was NOT to be rushed (told him before that if he had things to do, to not come), he was still getting slightly impatient. I ignored and took my time.

I don't quite know how to have a discussion about art, I can only really describe how something makes ME feel or how I might interpret it, but I don't know enough to really hold my own. HOWEVER, there are too many people who feel the need to talk loudly in museums and galleries just to have their voice heard. I learned that some people should shut the fuck up.

Saw a female mullet on the T to Copley. Loved it.

2 lovely Russian women served me excellent chili at Wendy's(foot chili as my friend would call it). I wanted to thank them for the most excellent chili. Perfect temperature too.

The restrooms at the library are impeccably clean and very very quiet. Loved it.

Learned that I can be a better person. Someone asked me for 50cents and I gave him a dollar. I struggle too, but I think I made his day. Who knows. But I have alot to learn and I feel like I'm doing more to enlighten myself. It was a good feeling. But did I give him the dollar for my own selfish self-fulfillment or in true service? I like to think that yesterday, I didn't even think twice about it. But I need to think about it.

Realized that I mixed art, books, music, and my OWN art in one day. THAT was an amazing feeling.

After leaving Pearl in Central Square, we took the bus to Harvard Square and I decided I wanted to go to Black Ink (at this point, husband began to get a little impatient, as he wanted to get home, but I didn't care). On the way though, you'll never guess what I saw:




Yes. I totally saw a Panamanian flute band. And if you DON'T watch South Park, go find those 2 episodes. I nearly shit my pants in laughter and my husband finally even laughed out loud. Go see those episodes.

Learned that the battery on my phone is already starting to suck. But in learning the battery sucked, I realized how much I enjoy taking a picture a day for a new project my friend introduced me to. It's pretty fun.

Started an art project that I'm REALLY excited about and can't wait to see the end result. Preview to come.....maybe? :)

Here's what I learned about myself this weekend: I am fully capable of doing anything I want. But I need to work on myself before I really feel like I'm making a difference anywhere. I learned that my overall interests are more far reaching than I thought, and I'm proud of myself for opening my mind a little more. I can honestly say that I've been influenced a little, but I'll save that for another day.

Now stop reading my random shit and go read a book or something. If you don't, a kitten will die.