Stuck in my head

Do you ever get a really great song stuck in your head, and all you want to do is sing it aloud to share the wonderfulness?

I feel like that right now with John Mayer's "In Your Atmosphere". I can listen to that song all day.

I'm gonna steer clear; burn up in your atmosphere.
I'm gonna steer clear. 'Cause I'd die if I saw you, I'd die if I didn't see you there.



It's absolutely beautiful outside right now; the sun's out, the grass looks extra green, and there's a nice breeze. I wish I could go bike-riding on the seawall right now. That would be perfect.

I feel like today's going to be a good day.

...

I would marry Nick Pitera in a heartbeat if he asked. He seems like the kind of guy who would sing along to the songs in Beauty & the Beast with me (and probably in a more convincing girl-voice too), as opposed to laugh at me. Which is like a major PLUS PLUS PLUS in my books.

(Yes, I do realize how many entries I have dedicated to men I would do/marry. I am going through a crazy fangirl phase at the moment [I actually considered going downtown to stalk James Kyson Lee while he's in Vancouver], so do please forgive me)


In other news, it is currently 8:56pm and I have obviously not turned off my computer. To make up for this, however, all my lights are off. Meaning my eyes are hurting from the monitor's insane brightness.

Good gawd, I hate spring. My allergies are eating up my face.


27 days until The Killers. I can do it!

(Man, I'm so used to using Twitter now that pretty much all my blogs are one/two lines long. Will have an actual update soon. You know, for my imaginary readers/subscribers.)

More Paul Rudd

Look what I found!:

For the April 2009 issue of Vanity Fair, Annie Liebovitz has shot a parody of her March 2006 V.F. cover shot which featured Tom Ford, Scarlett Johansson, and Keira Knightley. The new photo, along with the the issue’s focus on Comedy’s New Legends, includes Sexy Seth Rogen, Juicy Jonah Hill, Provocative Paul Rudd, and Jaw-Dropping Jason Segel. Behold, teh sexy:

(via Dr. Funkenberry's Celeb News)

Oh man, that is just... love.

Add him to the list too.

Paul Rudd.

I found him super cute ever since I watched Clueless, but his super strange characters on "Veronica Mars" and "Friends" won me over. And then I watched Clueless again today, and... omg. I love you Paul Rudd.

Here's a clip of him on CBC's "The Hour". You can always cry on my shoulder, Paul. <3

I would do him.

Joseph Gordon-Levitt.

I know I'm late on this, but holy shit.




Anyway, I updated my music player:

Alex Cornell - No One
Amanda Seyfried - I Have A Dream
The Cribs - It Was Only Love
Foo Fighters - My Hero
Hot Hot Heat - Bandages
Jason Mraz - I'm Yours
Jason Mraz - You and I Both
Jason Mraz ft. Colbie Caillat - Lucky
John Mayer - Belief
John Mayer - Comfortable
John Mayer - Heart of Life
John Mayer - No Such Thing
The Killers - Spaceman
The Killers - Why Do I Keep Counting?

Ain't mellow without yellow

I've always thought that pictures (other than greyscaled ones) without a hint of yellow in them just didn't look right. Yeah, even when I was a little girl I remember I had to add a little bit of yellow in every single picture I drew, whether it may be the sun, the colour of someone's hair, or a speck on a someone's shirt; if it didn't have yellow in it, it wasn't complete. I think it's the fact that the colour yellow screams happiness to me. Yeah. For those of you who understand math better than they understood this entry:

coloured picture - yellow content = emo

Just thought I'd throw that out there.

Vancouver Is Awesome

I have a bunch of old The Adventures of Mary-Kate and Ashley books in my bookshelf. They're too special and valuable for me to give/throw them away.


Just wanted to post this picture and a link today:

“I Walk by this bronze life size large testicled masterpiece on the corner of Richards and Georgia at least once a week. It’s not unusual to see exchange students or tourists posing for pictures beside it. It is however, unusual to see a life size steaming three-coiler on the ground as if left by the bronze bull himself. Whomever created this paper mache pile of poop, is without a doubt, an artistic genius. I definitely think the statues of Vancouver need more piles of turd. So whoever you are thank you for your amazing contribution to Vancouver art, please let me know if you have any gallery shows coming up, I’m interested in purchasing a “piece”.”

Source: Vancouver Is Awesome

Quick randoms

I'm going to change my rule to one interesting/weird fact about me every entry, because I can't think of another exaggeration/lie. I think I've only ever jumped on the bed once in my life. I've always wanted to, but my mom told my sister and me a story back when I was really little that there was once a girl who jumped on her bed so much that she accidentally jumped out a window and off whatever floor she was on. She died. That scared the crap out of me, so I never ever jumped on my bed after that.


Anyway, I have two things on my mind right now. The first is a conversation I overheard in the Junior Kumon room today between 6-year-old Bryan and another instructor named Sarah:

Bryan: "I'm going to give you a word to unscramble!! Hm........ B-O-A-T. What's that??"
Sarah: "Boat? Haha, you didn't scramble it!"
Bryan: "Okay, I have another one... H-A-T!"
Sarah: "Hat!"
Bryan: "AHH you're getting all of them!! How about this one: P-L-A-K."
Sarah: "Uh... I don't know, what is it?"
Bryan: "PLANK!! Like a pirate! You must walk the plank arrrrgh!"
Sarah: "But you left the N out!!"

Oh man, we laughed for so long after that. That Bryan is such a cutie-pie. I know I'm not supposed to play favourites, but whatever; Bryan's totally my favourite Kumon student. He has a brother who is a lot older than him (I think he's at least 18), so I guess Bryan gets exposed to a lot of teen slang. When I first met him he said things like "that's not cool man, not cool" and "dude, that's crazy!". And almost every week after he takes off his jacket, he'd run up to an instructor and say, "Look! I have a new shirt! My mom bought me this from Children's Place! Don't you like my new shirt? Do you shop at Children's Place too?" He's adorable.


The second thing is... I don't know why, but I've been thinking about Mickey Rourke (The Wrestler) a lot these last couple of days. Several years ago, before he got all that botox up in his face, he was actually a pretty good-looking guy. Hell, he was pretty cute! Look up his pictures from Rumble Fish and 9 1/2 Weeks and you'll see what I mean. And then compare those pictures to him now. Damn. =\

Eggs vs. Eggplants

I think I'm going to start off every entry now by coming clean about something (stupid) I have lied about or have exaggerated. I originally wanted to dedicate one blog to listing all of them, but I changed it to one every entry because I can only think of one at the moment.

The fact that I like eggs so much I hate eggplants because they stole egg's name. Well, that's not the real reason behind it; I don't even hate eggplants. In fact, I sometimes think they're quite tasty. The real reason why I don't like eggplants most of the time is because, the way my mom cooks it, they look like slugs... and that's not appetizing. So yeah.



In other news, I went snowboarding on Sunday with my cousin and his friend and it was so much fun!! But I fell on my stomach hard at one point, and it's still feeling really funky (I actually had to leave class early on Monday, it felt so bad). And my whole body aches. Oh well... I still want a board of my own now. Why are they so expensive?

Mamma Mia!

I know some people don't like this part of the movie because it's pretty much a super long scene of Meryl Streep ranting. But I love it. The song is one of my favourites by ABBA (Meryl Streep did a fantastic job on it too) and everything is absolutely beautiful (yes, even Pierce Brosnan looks quite spiffy in his suit).

It makes me happy. And of course I'm too good of a person to keep all the happiness to myself!

Reassurance

I know this sounds strange, but this actually made me feel a little bit better about myself:



via PostSecret

Thought of the day:

It would be so awesome to be a movie critic. You know, to get paid to watch movies all day and then give your opinions of them like nobody's business sounds like a total dream job.

But alas, I am a horrible writer with a strange taste in movies and would never be able to make it into any theatre playing a thriller/horror/scary/gory movie. If I were to ever become a movie critic, I would only ever get to write for F-list magazines like J-14 and Bop (are they still being published? I used to read them when I was 9/10ish...) reviewing sappy romantic comedies starring actors like Freddie Prinze Jr. and Brittany Murphy (post Girl, Interrupted).

How sad.

My head hurts.

You know what my problem is? I can't handle the truth. I hate knowing that I might end up disappointing someone, that somebody's going to look down at me. And I hate not being able to satisfy everyone.

I miss being able to rant to my mom or a friend about something and have them assure me that everything will be fine. Who knew that this time around they'd actually give me a straight answer on exactly what they think of the situation, that they'd both have such contrasting views of what I should do and how I should behave?

I don't know who's advice to follow. I don't want to end up disappointing either my mom or my friend.

And I know it's stupid how I care so much. I hate how I can't think for myself, and I hate that I rely so much on what others think.

Fuck this. I'm going to go to sleep. My head is hurting too much for me to stay awake any longer.




Sorry about the emo personal entry. I really hate writing these things out on my blog, but I need an outlet.

Huh.

So really, Jason Mraz's hair is just as (if not more) disgusting as Robert Pattinson's. Huh.

Schizophrenia

I'm currently reading a chapter on schizophrenic disorders in my Abnormal Psychology textbook, and I feel... I don't know, discomforted. I've always thought that schizophrenia was one of the scariest mental disorders ever since watching A Beautiful Mind, what with the scary hallucinations and the inability to interact with others normally.

Now that I'm reading the case studies in the textbook (and there are a lot because there are so many different cases with differing symptoms), I'm getting even more uneasy. I know there's nothing to be afraid of, but just reading the stories makes me think about what it must be like to see/hear/experience these things. Like this one woman who lives on her own said she always has the company of the five Cabir brothers inside her walls who constantly abuse and threaten her verbally; she even recalls one of them hitting her on the head with an ashtray once. And it's just so insane how disorganized schizophrenic patients' speech/thinking can get:

Interviewer: Have you been nervous or tense lately?
Patient: No, I got a head of lettuce.
Interviewer: You got a head of lettuce? I don't understand
Patient: Well, it's just a head of lettuce.
Interviewer: Tell me about lettuce. What do you mean?
Patient: Well,... lettuce is a transformation of a dead cougar that suffered a relapse on the lion's toe. And he swallowed the lion and something happened. The... see, the... Gloria and Tommy, they're two heads and they're not whales. But they escaped with herds of vomit, and things like that.

It's just so crazy how our brains can be so wonderfully complex, and still fuck some people over like this.

<3

There's something sweet
And almost kind
But he was mean and he was coarse and unrefined
And now he's dear, and so unsure
I wonder why I didn't see it there before

She glanced this way
I thought I saw
And when we touched she didn't shudder at my paw
No it can't be, I'll just ignore
But then she's never looked at me that way before

New and a bit alarming
Who'd have ever thought that this could be?
True that he's no Prince Charming
But there's something in him that I simply didn't see

This always warms my heart. Whoever figures out where this song is from gets a cookie. (hint: 80% of my blog is dedicated to it)


I love happy love songs. Screw the ones where the lyrics are all about heartbreak and never being able to trust/love/feel again. We need more "Accidentally In Love"-like songs in this world.

And even though David Choi always sounds like he's sick and the lyrics don't really make sense altogether, "Happiness Is Always Near" always puts a smile on my face. He's got the right idea, and I love him for that.