Movies - A List Of The Good And The Not So

I made each one a link to the IMDB page so check them out if you haven't seen them yet.

Movies I Have Watched Recently And Would Recommend:
Role Models
I Love You Man
Yes Man
Chocolate
Delicatessen
Chaos Theory
District B13
Idiocracy

Also here is a great list of the Top 50 Dystopian Movies of All Time, if you're into that kind of thing. It has been my go-to guide for movies lately when I can't think of what to watch. Enjoy.


Movies I Have Watched Recently And Would Not Recommend:
Oldboy - Great fight scenes, but might as well have been called it Incestboy.
The Foot Fist Way
Ghost Rider - I actually tried to get through this move three different times, now I just turn it on when I am punishing myself for something.
Just Add Water
The Puffy Chair


Of the five that I would not recommend, the only one I could actually sit though entirely was Oldboy, and now that I have seen the ending I wish we would have turned it off the fist time I thought "this is getting weird."

Mask White

I must be a strange breed, I'm a female in my twenties who doesn't wear makeup or perfume, I don't dye my hair and I don't get my nails done. I don't even go to a salon to get my hair cut. Most of the time I feel like all this is a good thing, it saves me a lot of time and money. But, it also means that I am entirely clueless when it comes to these things.

Back in November I was a bridesmaid at my sister-in-laws wedding and she gave us cute tote bags filled with all these samples of fancy beauty products. There were skin toners, face creams, cuticle cream, night repair hair cream, and a few other things that I am not even sure what to do with.

This morning I woke up and thought, "hey, my face has been clearing up, maybe I should reward it with some fancy face cream". I dug through my drawer and found a little pouch that looked the least intimidating. It simply read "mask white" and on the back it said "exfoliating". Looked easy enough, it didn't even need instructions. So I washed my face and thought I would just let this white cream sit on my face for a sec, then wash it off. Right?

Boy was I wrong. I tore open the little pouch and it was filled with a thick, sticky, black goo. I dabbed it all over my face, but began to question if it was even supposed go on the face, I mean what if it was a small sample of shoe polish or hair dye? I was only assuming it was ment for the face. I tried to wash it off my hands so I could consult the packaging again but it was so thick and sticky that it took nearly 10 minutes to scrub off. Surgeons don't even wash their hands that long.

I looked at the package again. "Exfoliating", I doubt that is entirely truthful. I'm no expert, but I expect anything labeled exfoliating to be kind of scratchy to do accomplish the exfoliation. This stuff was just sticky as shit, which means the exfoliating occurs when I scrub my face to death for 20 minutes. They should call that "exfoliating inducing."

Just to be sure that my skin got the full effect of the shoe polish on my face I let it sit a while longer while I folded some laundry. My cat, Grey Kitty, hopped up on the bed because she loves to sleep on warm clean clothes, but she wasn't prepared for my new look. She got startled, hissed at me, then hid under the bed.

My face was starting to feel like spandex on a fat lady's thighs so I went back to the bathroom. The mask cream had completely dried and apparently tried to shrink. A light bulb went off in my head that instead of washing it off I should peel it off. That started out good until I got to the delicate skin under my eyes. Which made it look (and feel) like I was peeling my own face off. I also made a mental note to avoid my eyebrows next time because I will be spending the rest of the day picking black tar out of them. Fun.

So I learned a lot already this morning. Like dont trust anything without instructions, especially anything called "mask white" that is actually black as tar. Boy do I feel like chump.

Holding Out For The Right Job

I am having the hardest time finding a job right now, but it isn't the getting hired part that is hard, its finding one to apply to that is. Even in my desperate state I have standards. For example I refuse to even apply for a position where the classified reads, "tiping skills, word, and excell a must" because that means working for someone who can't spell typing or excel, and I just can't deal with that right now.

I tried my luck at a career fair a while back, which are never easy for me. I have a hard time talking to strangers especially about myself. The only email I got after was from the one asshole I couldn't stand. From the moment I approached his table he seemed hell bent on making me cry. I tried not to take it personally because I could tell he was the kind of loud mouth guy who gets a kick out of making other people feel uncomfortable, but he took it to a whole other level of ass holery with me.

I walked up and started my little spiel about myself and he immediately interrupted me.

Him: Wait, wait, wait a sec honey, I think I remember you. Were you here last year?"

Me: Yes, but only for the seminars. I was still a student.

Him: No, I remember you. You came up just like this, then when I tried to set up and interview you game me all sorts of problems and excuses. So why should I let you waste my time again?

Me: I don't know what to say, I think you're thinking of someone else.

Him: Well, I don't normally give second chances, but lets see your resume.

I hand it to him and he starts to look over it.

Him: So you just graduated?

Me: Yes, in September.

Him: Good, but you have no work experience?

Me: Well I have a year of sales experience in a similar area.

Him: Yeah, but its just not the same. I tell you what, I am going to set your resume over here in this pile. This pile is for the people who would need some work and training and I haven't decided if I have time for that right now.

Me: Well It was nice to meet you, thank you for your time.

Him: You know what I should bring to these things? A paper shredder, wouldn't that save time? I'm not talking about your resume, don't get all misty eyed on me. I'm just saying wouldn't that be kind of funny. Bzzzzz!

I kept it together the best I could as I walked right out the door and to my car. Game over. Then I got his email a week later asking for me to send him a headshot, so he could put faces with all the resumes. I didn't send one, but looking back I wish I would of send him something obscene or atlease a picture of me giving him the finger. I still see his adds in the classifides, he must go thought employees like breathmints.

That was more than six months ago and I still don't have a job. But atleast I haven't been stuck at a job that I hate for six months.

Missed Opportunities

I was sitting outside one of my classes last Wednesday, because I always end up getting there early, and some dude walks up and asked me to turn in his homework for him because he couldn't stay. I said yes and took the paper, but as he and his friends were walking away I thought of the best joke to play on him.

As they walked away I wanted to just reach over and drop his homework in the trash nearby. I would be funny to the other people standing around, and it would be extra funny if he or one of his friends saw me and called me out. Then I could just be like, "just kidding!"

I let the opportunity pass my by because I don't know this dude at all, and it was the kind of thing that would either end up making us friends or he would just hate me and mutter 'bitch' under his breath every time he saw me. But, it made me laugh to my self so next time an opportunity like that comes up I think I'll do it.

Giggles, the Depressed Luck Dragon

While I was going to school in San Diego I rented a room from a guy who works with my dad. I spent most of my time off and nights at my boyfriends apartment because I couldn't stand being in that house.

When his wife was home she constantly wanted someone to talk to and even told me all about her daughter's re-occurring bladder infection over breakfast.

Most weekends their grown daughters would visit with their kids. When they showed up I would grab my stuff and get out as soon as possible, even when I had nowhere to go. I guess I grew up in a quiet household because the amount of noise that these people made just seemed ungodly.

One of the kids, a boy about 6 years old, must have been possessed by a demon because that is the only explanation for the kind of noises he made. For the longest time I thought his 2 year old sister was the fussy one, but it turns out it was him who was always crying like a baby, seriously, not kid-crying with snot bubbles and choking out words, crying baby infant noises. Weird, just weird.

When no one was home the dog would howl the most lonely howls in the world. It was the most depressed dog I have ever met, ironically named Giggles. This dog looked like a tiny Luck Dragon from the Never-Ending Story and the lady would dress it in little dog clothes. My favorite was its cheer leading outfit. (I might have a picture somewhere (found it!)) She would leave the radio on all day so the dog wouldn't be lonely while she was at work, but it didn't matter, that dog knew what was up.

I moved out the same day that I finished school and I made a mental note to never live with strangers again.

Daylight Stealing Time

Sunday we started daylight savings time and set the clocks back an hour. It was also my birthday which means I lost an hour of my birthday. So not fair.

It was still a great weekend, with two sushi dinners, an ice cream cake and a confetti cake, and some great little gifts. I couldn't complain about my stolen hour too much because my father-in-law told me that once, when he was in the navy, he missed his whole birthday when his ship crossed over the international dateline. Bummer.

In case anyone is wondering, everything went fine with Uncle Eric visiting. He really is a nice guy, but before he went home he left a book for my in-laws that was titled "Your Wasted Life". (Ouch) And one thing I thought was interesting was when my mother-in-law told him to drive safely, like she always does, he replied with, "Hey, I could be in heaven tonight."

Foot Emergency

I could fill this blog with stories about my old boss, but I have been trying to move on and put my burning hatred for him in the past. I'll just leave this one story for now and you'll just have to take my word for it that he is an evil, evil man.

I got this new job on the same day that I moved to San Diego. In the beginning I was really excited about it, it was a store that I always loved to shop at when I was in town visiting my family on holidays. After about a month of working I got my boyfriend a job there too and he and my boss seemed to hit it off right away.

One day, about an hour after we got there in the morning, my boss (the owner of the store) whispered to my boyfriend, "I have a pain in my foot and I need you to drive me to the hospital." My husband had to tell him that he didn't have a car and I always gave him a ride to work. He offered to call somebody, but my boss said no.

My boss then came to me. I started thinking about the fastest way to the hospital and whether or not I had enough gas in my tank to get there. But, instead of asking me for a ride he just said, "I have to go somewhere, while I'm gone [your boyfriend] is in charge.

All I could think was, "I hope that bastard drives himself into a ditch." Why didn't he ask me for a ride after my boyfriend just told him that I had a car, because I'm a girl? Why did he leave my boyfriend in charge when I have worked here over a month and he was still in training? Dick.