a bad analogy. ..but true for me.

I wasn't aware till recently that we all have a plan B. Seems like a silly thing to suddenly realize. YOU just went through 4 years of university and YOU see now that we all have a backup plan? Well, yeah everyone has that one thing that they will ultimately take on if their dream should fail...but I wasn't entirely aware that we created plan B's with Human beings as well.

Boy likes girl. Boy dates girl. Girl and boy are getting along famously. BUT...little does the other one know, girl and boy each have a backup. That one person who boy/girl will chose to persue, less enthusiastically, should boy and girl not work out.

Sounds somewhat unromantic? Absolutely. But you cant deny that it is a genius idea. What better way to keep your heart in check and your mental capacity free of analytical thought if you know that when your dream person (Plan A) ends things, you have someone else to think about, to move on to. Someone else to put your efforts towards. Makes the heartache a little less achey. And who doesn't want that?

Unless, of course, your Plan A sees you as his Plan B. The road from the fork that he was forced to take and you find this out. THEN, you kinda hurt...that is until you call in your substitutes and tell yourself that all along, your plan B was the one you really wanted.

Sure, its confusing and maybe me and my elite group of associates are the only ones who do this and even talk about it, but it's a hell of a lot better than putting all your eggs in one basket.

terrible/high

movies arent supposed to make you want to end your life. but after being forced to watch/rent both two really atrocious flicks...I have decided to go cold turkey on movies for a while. I just couldnt bear another shotty flick.

And that is how I feel this second. Furious at hollywood..oh, and a little stoned.

This is Sunday Dinner.

a recent trend at my house has been the coming together of three women (with very different schedules) on a Sunday Evening. Typically as a house, we are just ships passing in the morning. Long enough to say, "Laura, you're cat is dead...and change the kitty litter" but short enough to avoid saying, "I kinda miss ya."

So when this Sunday brought about a delicious homemade dinner with all of us in the house, with the night off to do NOTHING, I was pleasantly surprised. Although, the chaos that typical ensues when we all get together and attempt to create a half edible meal is sometimes a lot more tedious than one would think. Here's a walk through.

I, the most vocal about the quality of the meal, tend to boss the others around, whilst sitting upon my kitchen stool. You see, everything in a complete meal has to be timed perfectly. So that the eggs arent cold waiting for the toast and the rice isnt hard while we flip the salmon. Nothing stresses me out more than unpunctual dinner items.

Now..Kate is entirely the opposite. She is a bit of a hippie when it comes to eating. Everything is vegetably and green. she is laid back, yet passionate about her views on food. Actually the only person I have ever met who hates peanut butter. So tonite, when we tried to collaborate on our salmon steak feast, it went something like this,

Me: Kate, I don't you should do the beans yet..its still preheating and the meat takes at least 40 min. okay?
Kate: I hate you.

little laura is quite a conformist in the kitchen. She dislikes arguing and tension about food so even though she hates and/or is severly allergic to seafood, if we make salmon, she gushes through the hives breakout and will claim its "sooo tasty!"

Kate and I: Laura, set the table.
Laura: Ummm no, I am trying to bandage my arm up from the oven's third degree burns.
Kate and I: set it or I will throw you in the oven to die
Laura: this bandage is more of a blanket anyways...

After the constant fighting, the death threats and the mini food fight in berry form we set out to eat outside our gourmet meal that left the three of us not speaking.

But Suddenly, a puma-like cat appeared and it was enough to break the Sunday Dinner tension: we laughed as we tried to feed it lemons to envoke a sour face and kate commented on the lovely flowers that were about to bloom. We cook so very differently, yes and we are not afraid to stand up for what we believe in when kitchening..but we also manage to have more fun just the three of us, than anyone I have ever met. The squabbles are manditory but most importantly, the food issues were resolved, laura's burns will heal, tummies were happy and I was promised part one of the Godfather trilogy as dessert.

They made me an offer I couldnt refuse?...

Next week we are doing Spaghetti. This is Sunday dinner.

How cute is david spade as a llama?

And the answer is...very cute.


For those of you thinking, "david spade is a llama now?" Please inquire for further details.

choose your own adventure...

so I decided not too long ago that the best way for someone who needs a job and isn't really looking for one as hard as one should be, must throw themselves into a situation that is less than desirable to motivate themselves.

It's not going to come as a huge surprise that this obscure person is me and I am about to embark on the very situation described above. I know myself. I am the type of gal who needs to be in the heat of the moment, right in the midst of the war in order to do anything about it. I won't push myself to look for a job, place, etc, until I am in a strange city with no money and no prospects. So that's what I am doing.

Sounds rediculous right? Sounds like I don't have a clue and the very fact that I am aware of this character flaw should be enough for me to make a deal with myself and sit down and find a job from my comfy nest egg in w-loo. To become aware of your downfalls should be about the time you start to correct them. Nope. I'm stubborn and I like pressure, especially fiscal ones.

Most everyone I have informed about my pending plan claims I am "out of my mind" and why don't I just work here, at my well paying job before I move on? Well you are all right, it is logical to do so. But then there would really be nothing to look forward to would there? there would be no surprise for me, no shocked (either pleasantly or horribly) realization about where I ended up. There would be no new chapter. And I always liked choose your own adventure chapter books. With all the negative feedback from my peers you can imagine what I thought would happen when I explained this plan to someone who tends to judge and have a silly opinion about EVERYTHING in life.

But All he said was, "You're going to move to a huge city with no prospects? no plan? I like it..."

It's comments like that, that reinforce to me how much you and I...fit.

BBBQ..whats that other B stand for? uhh its a typo.

in the spirit of birthday weekends, I will post something with a "yay-hooray" attitude, mostly because I learned some interesting stuff in a span of 48 hours.

I had fun. Not the kind of fun when you get entirely too drunk and forgot what happened most of the party but woke up with a rad bruise on your left shoulder and no pants. But the kind of fun that equates to serious secret spilling in a backyard full of partial strangers, with free punch on the side. That being said, I can admit with full confidence, I am going to miss everyone I work with and have gotten so used to. We managed to have an entire shindig with no talk about work (even though customers from our place of employment took it upon themselves to 'drop by') and no awkward, forced conversation. Progression is highly underrated.

In other news....I learned some very interesting things about my lady friends including who has slept with their brother or another close family member and who likes doing it with animals. Like I said, it was a a serious secret spilling BBQ.

Also,

- BBQ's do not necessarily go better with campfires when you have A Marca Bavaria tealights on a recycling box to sit around.
- caitlin brought delicious tomatoes and pickles per my request and does indeed take it like a champ
- I am terrible at responding to text messages when Im uber drunk
- City and Colour makes some people want to slit their wrists AND their Ankles.

That's a lot of stitches.

yes, this way.

I was trying to avoid this whole "blog-a-polloza"; this entire cyber culture mainly because I am difficult and when certain trends seem eminent I tend to run 500 miles in the opposite direction. That type of thinking worked wonders when I was a surly teenager filled with angst, just trying to stand out in the world. I felt better about myself when I wasn't conforming. But, like any free thinking individual, I desire some intellectual stimulation when my life seems mundane. When days start to bleed into one another and I can no longer distinguish Monday from Saturday, what do I do?

I start writing about my life and then editing my life directly after. Preview, post and then take down because now that I have read this three days later, it doesnt sound as clever as it did when orginally posted.

In one first post, I have given vague reasons for why I want to blog, and also managed to figure out my one overriding insecurity when it comes to public journals; why I had avoided it so long. Hmmm, I am starting to opened up much quicker now than I would have at the close-minded age of 16. And if your first blog post can't accomplish that, what can it do?