Worthless Rant #1.

I, for some reason, was just thinking about something that few people know about me.

I HATE romantic comedies.

I cannot stand them anymore. Even the cute indie ones with “home-grown” actors and a really good soundtrack. I used to be able to stomach them, but now, my dislike for them comes up like word vomit [thank you Mean Girls] in some conversations.

The most recent victim of this hatred is Leap Year. And just to let you know, if you have yet to see this movie, & are too stupid to figure out what happens from the trailers, please stop reading this now.

Okay, you had your warning. And if you don’t know what I’m talking about, click.

The WHOLE time, I was thinking about her boyfriend, even after the part when he said the only reason he proposed was because it would get them the apartment. The part about the cow’s was funny, but not even Matthew Goode’s beautiful accent couldn’t cover up the stench of this movies’ predictability.

And it’s not just this movie. It’s most romantic comedies these days. And, yes, I can stomach a good kissing scene in an action movie, but if the plot line of the movie is “Boy want’s girl. An hour and a half later, boy get’s girl.”, I’ll pass, thank you very much.

And predictability is not the only reason I dislike these so-called “Chick Flicks”. Unreality is the other reason. Yes, I understand that movies are a reason to kick back, relax, and forget about that 1200 word essay that you must have in by noon tomorrow, but only have 200 words down, including the title page. What I don’t understand is, why would someone want to watch something they don’t have. May it be an extremely attractive Irish man helping you about Ireland, or an old man reading a story to an old woman who is actually his wife, and the story is their life. [The Notebook, if you were wondering.] [Hey, I warned you about spoilers] I would rather watch a movie about a couple of kids running around, surviving the Zombie Take-Over which happened because of a tainted cheeseburger, or a team of hockey players who are taking a free ride in a Private high school, while trying to deal with a new hockey coach. [Zombieland & Mighty Ducks3.]

Okay, that was my rant. And just to let you know, here are some movies that I do like:

The History Boys, The Breakfast Club, Donnie Darko, Center Stage, Fight Club, D2: Mighty Ducks 2, D3: Mighty Ducks 3, Grind, Detroit Rock City, Life As a House, Saved!, So I Married an Axe Murder, Lords of Dogtown, Urban Legends, The Passion of the Christ, Fast Times at Ridgemont High, Dazed and Confused, Empire Records, Invisible Children, The Babysitters, The Hangover, Hiding Out, Souvenir Of Canada, Don’t You Forget About Me, Josie & The Pussycats, Sydney White, The Little Mermaid, Finding Nemo

If I Were…

If I were a month,
I’d be December.
If I were a day of the week,
I’d be Friday.
If I were a time of day,
I’d be noon.
If I were a planet,
I’d be Mars.
If I were a sea animal,
I’d be a sea-horse.
If I were a direction,
I’d be East.
If I were a piece of furniture,
I’d be a love seat.
If I were a liquid,
I’d be ocean water.
If I were a gemstone,
I’d be a ruby.
If I were a tree,
I’d be a maple.
If I were a flower,
I’d be a daisy.
If I were a kind of weather,
I’d be overcast with a hint of sun.
If I were a musical instrument,
I’d be a keytar.
If I were a colour,
I’d be green.
If I were an emotion,
I’d be excitement.
If I were a fruit,
I’d be a kiwi.
If I were a sound,
I’d be hands clapping.
If I were an element,
I’d be water.
If I were a food,
I’d be mashed potatoes.
If I were a material,
I’d be felt.
If I were a scent,
I’d be blueberry.
If I were an object,
I’d be a lamp.
If I were a body part,
I’d be a hand.
If I were a facial expression,
I’d be happy-shocked.
If I were a song,
I’d be Mood Rings by Relient K.
If I were a pair of shoes,
I’d be a pair of worn in converse.
If I were a relationship status,
I’d be single but looking.
If I were a kiss,
I’d be long awaited.
If I were a smile,
I’d be pearly white.

A BOMB WAS DROPPED!!!…

…and landed in my room. What was in this bomb? Umm…large chip bags, paid shirts, paint jars, surprise bags from Arden’s, a laundry basket, mustard, plates [that didn't smash?! wow.], chocolate wrappers & medium-sized Tim Horton’s coffee cups. Yeah, my rooms gets CRAZY messy quite easily. Since I have my lap top in here, the only time I seem to leave is when I have to go to work or get food.
I am so fat. Frig.
Well, That is going to change come…May. I am moving out, and living with two other people. A boy and a girl. Yup. This bomb dropping business is going to change because my room next year is TINY. Real small. And I am so happy . I am going to put art upon my walls, and craft and cook and clean and…do another c word thing all the time. When I’m not at work, that is. I have known Jill, the girl since…grade 6? That’s when I remember her. Sorry if we knew each other before that Jillian! I have known Jason, the boy, for two-ish, going on three years. His first year at X.
Jason needed roommates, and so I volunteered. [I was suposed to live with another girl, but this place is cheaper, and closer to work. And I like these people better.] Jill was just kind of forced into it. But she’s happy now .
Joey, a friend of mine who is living there now, needs to stay a few more days after graduation, so I really have no idea when I’m moving in.
Well, that was my blog. It went from bombs to my apartment. Sorry. Not that anyone really reads this. Oh well. My thoughts are out there!!

PS I still cannot believe that I am moving out! AHHHHH!

Kicking it like it’s 2008. Or 2009?

Remember those 25 facts lists that people had on Facebook? Yeah, well, I don’t have Facebook anymore, and I have far too many thoughts rolling around in my noggin. Here we are ladies and boys:

[1]Most of the time, depending on random things, I’d rather hang out with my parents than my friends.
[2]Hair is the first thing I notice about guys.
[3]My vegetarianism first started out because I wanted to prove to myself that I could actually follow through with something. It has now turned into an animal rights thing.
[4]I really like to make lists. I have no organizational skills, yet I just like to make lists.
[5]I really, really wish I knew what I am meant to do in the world. More than anything.
[6]I over play songs really, really quickly.
[7]I like being a doll. By that, I mean I love when people play around with my clothes and make up. And hair, too.
[8]When I think of a story that I think is really funny or interesting, I will say it out loud to myself.
[9]I seem to only buy movies that I have already seen, even if I didn’t really like them, or movies from the 80′s or earlier.
[10]The only thing I miss about Facebook is not staying in contact with people who don’t have cell phones or twitter.
[11]I am more excited for September [and on] than any other moment in my life.
[12]White daisies are my favourite flower. I just picture a huge field of them, and I am happy.
[13]I randomly diagnose myself with random things. I now think I have Aspergers.
[14]I have the oddest obsession with cassette tapes. I’m going to get one tattooed on my foot.
[15]I wish I could go somewhere, give the things I want in a boyfriend, and out would come the boy for me. Oh wait, that’s called a dating website. No thanks…
[16]I have had a profile on www.plentyoffish.com. Twice.
[17]I want to work at the Snow Queen again so bad!
[18]I miss Fredericton.
[19]I have 1285 songs on my iTunes.
[20]I wish I waited and bough on iPod Touch.
[21]I wish my parents would stop looking at electronics like they’re some alien thing. “Hey mom! It’s not going to break if you touch it!”
[22]My mom still tells me not to touch things before we go into stores that has breakable things. It annoys me a lot.
[23]I hate the phone. I would rather just go see the person I have to talk to rather than call them.
[24]I have only called in sick once to a job, and I am on job number 3. It was Christmas Eve of last year, and I cried because I felt so bad.
[25]Crap. I just remembered that I have movie to return. I am so bad for that…

Dress Update #1

If you read the last post, you’re know that I’m making a dress from old t-shirts. If you didn’t well… know you know. I’m going to be doing some random updating. Here are some photos. Sorry about the lack of quality: camera phone.

[Some squares]

[from my I <3 NY shirt my friend got me a few years ago. It was really ratty]

[Oh, just my old work uniform. Best job ever!]

[Andddddd the scraps.]

T[shirt] Time.

I have always been a fan of sewing. I don’t do it too often. I used to take sewing class, but some days it was just me sitting there eating Newfie fries while my friend, Rachel, made something.
This is now changing. I am getting back into my ”Sewing State”.

I was watching a vlog on www.youtube.com that I subscribe to called ThreadBangers. I found them over the summer after I bought a shirt in Ontario [long story, but I thank lots of random links through Facebook]. A girl named Megan Nicolay made a scarf. But this was no ordinary scarf. This was called a ”mane-iac”. It is number 91 in her book ”Beyond Fashion: 120 New Ways to Transform a T-Shirt” [which I now own]. This is what it looks like:

I have made this from an old green shirt, and really quite like it. I came to do this scarf because I cut squares out of a bunch of old t-shirts that either are too small, or I just don’t like them. I had no idea what I was going to do with them. Actually, I was going to make a bag, but I thought that was far too boring for my shirts. But I do know what I’m going to make: A dress! A baby doll dress, to be exact. I’m going to sew all the squares together to make one bit piece of fabric, then find a pattern for the bottom of the dress. I will then sew this to a black shirt [right under my bust line] and TADA! a dress will be made. Or just a long shirt.

Anyway, if any of who read this [if there is anyone...] please save any old t-shirts, or any clothing for that matter, and send them my way! Who knows what I will be up to!

PS I will be posting pictures of the progression of this dress/shirt later on.

Remarkable time?

What kind of name for a blog is Remarkable Time? Sheesh.

It comes from the first song on Relient K’s first Album “All Work And No Play”. That song is called “K Car”. I quote “Zero to sixty in remarkable time.” I liked the words, so I used them. [Plus, my first few choices were already taken.]

Today is the first day of a new decade. 10 years ago yesterday, some people thought the world was going to explode. People STILL think the world is going to explode. 2012? Whatever.\

I don’t know what I’m going to use this blog for. Maybe just to take me away from my lack of Facebook. I kicked that habit a few hours ago, and I don’t know how I feel about it. I can go without it for now, but for how long? I was asked a few times why I was getting rid of it. I finnaly realized: I hate that I find out things over Facebook. People are getting married, having kids, coming for visits. And how did I find out? It came up on my newsfeed. Gross.

I thank Courtney for giving me the idea of kicking Facebook to the curb, and welcoming in blogging and Twitter. Not that Twitter is much better, I just like having a reason for updating my status all the time, and to keep my phone in my hand ALL the time.

I need food. No. I want to eat some junk food and watch a movie. Happy New Year.