Tuesday, June 30, 2009

This job would be great if it wasn't for the fucking customers

I love Emma Watson.

Today, I saw My Sister's Keeper and The Proposal
My Sister's Keeper pretty much caused me to start sobbing uncontrollably in my seat, while trying to use loud coughs as a way to muffle the fact that I was, in fact, sobbing like hell. The Proposal was pretty much just another recycled rom-com. The usual shit happened. Although I must admit, I thought that Ryan Reynold's character was going to ditch Sandra Bullock for Malin Ackerman, but I guess not. Not to spoil the ending for those of you who planned on seeing this in the near future.

 I only really wanted to see The Proposal because Ryan Reynolds is so sexy.

Sigh. Well, you all know what I'm thinking.

Here's lookin' at you, kid

Life comes at us fast. (No, I refuse to complete this sentence to create a Ferris Bueller quote). 

It's so early and I can't sleep. My night was completely overwhelming and I'm not even going to get into the details. They aren't gritty like a crime drama starring Al Pacino, but they aren't fluffy like your neighbor's cat either.

On a lighter note, I'm doing back-to-back Free Movie Tuesday later in the afternoon and I've been engaging in lovely conversation with two bright young things for a majority of the night. I have tons of laundry to do and jobs to apply for, so I'll make my commentary on the events of the last few days quick and move on to something else:

Billy Mays: What the fuck?
True Blood: Oh my stars.
Life changing events: SHDAJHAJSDHSJIRHD
Vacuuming: No go
Faulty Internet Connection: No go
Angry moms: ): 
Daydreaming: WIN
4 AM grilled cheese: DOUBLE WIN

I really have no pictures to post on this entry but since I've made it a point to put pizzaz in every entry, I guess I should post one.


Sunday, June 28, 2009


I lied. I just have to say that I saw the "Thriller" music video for the first time this morning since I was a little kid and it's actually kind of cool. I remember thinking it was an actual movie because when you're a kid, 15 minutes feels like 3 hours. 

I ended up having fun last night, even though no pictures were taken at all, ha. I was too lazy to remove myself from my comfy spot on the ottoman to grab my 5o pound Nikon to snap pictures.

I still need to finish watching Blow and start Survivor and Rant

We're also putting the boat in either today or tomorrow. Yes, I have the ugliest boat on Lake Hopatcong. Well, not as ugly as Jill's blue one, but let's just say it's big and it's orange.

But for now, I need to turn up some Jenny and tune out for a day.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Matty, it's Thriller!

Yes, the title of this blog is the closest I will come to mentioning Michael Jackson, at all.

In other news, Happy Birthday Ed Westwick. He's almost as sexy as Johnny Depp.

Yeah. Take a moment to drool.

I'm still broke. And I'm still angry over the fact that I never got that job at the marina. I should've thrown a graduation party or something. That way, everybody who I invited would have to give me some amount of cash to wish me well off. Nice, right?

But I don't know enough people, nor do I have a lot of friends who'd be willing to sacrifice ten dollars to send me off with. 

The good news is, I started to write and paint again. My last project was a portrait of my boyfriend which I gave to him for his birthday. Next, I've been asked to do a portrait of his brother and he requested that I use ironic humor when painting him. Heh, that'll be easy. 

I'm going to a party tonight and I'll probably post pictures of my lame adventures later (and by later I mean, whenever I suddenly remember about a month from now). 

So me and my short-term memory loss issues must bid you farewell until next time.

(I still need a new sign off. Bah.)

Friday, June 26, 2009

Nobody puts Baby in a corner.

Yes, I did just finish watching Dirty Dancing for the millionth time in my life. 

I just decided to make another one of these. I had made one before but I forgot all of my information to sign in, so I just started over. 

I recently came to the conclusion that at this rate, and with all of my non-stop and vivid daydreaming, I can put Dr. John Dorian to shame. I can't stop slipping away into some parallel universe and I don't know why. I hate to think it's unhealthy, but I'm starting to feel that way. Then again, there's nothing wrong with having an imagination. Look at my boy Neil Gaiman. 

And lately, I've been daydreaming of several things:

My boy Tim's rendition of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

Or, how will I do at a new job?
Or, will I ever get my license?
Or, how will life turn out for me?
Or, how many licks does it take to get to the center of one of those damn lollipops? (I'm sorry, I had to throw that in somewhere)

And so many other things. See, I can't even continue on with this post because my mind is jumping on so many other trampolines at this moment in time. So, until my next urge to blog,

Stay classy, Jersey (I'm not sure that's entirely possible. Perhaps I should change my sign off to something less demanding...)