Say Anything - Corey speaking to Lloyd Dobbler
Okay...I'm such a goober head. I went to freaking Seattle and didn't even use a quote from my most favorite movie in the world...coming a close second is Goonies.
Seattle was great. The weather was great. Went to Oregon and that was beautiful...although Portland was very different than expected. Lot's of homeless people everywhere. And from what Tommy has told me, the city practically caters to Homeless people, soup kitchens on every corner and such. On my drive back to Seattle I decided to stop by Astoria...the home of the Goonies. It was awesome. I saw the house, the fishing docks, the jail, and probably others. It almost brought tears to my eyes. As a child I wanted to be a Goonie so bad!! I had a crush on Mouth and I still watch the movie. If you haven't already, it is a MUST SEE to watch the Cast and Director Commentary on the DVD. It's hillarious.
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
"Matty...It's Thriller!"
~Jennifer Garner "13 Going on 30"
So, one day I'm going to go through my blog and format all of my entries so they will be consistent.
Right now I'm up in Seattle. The weather is absolutely beautiful. It's rained only one day and the skies have been a pretty blue. You can see Mt. Rainier so clearly from here. The streets are lined with fall leaves and everyone seems ready for Halloween. I went to Cafe Ladro and met a guy there...Spencer was his name. He worked behind the counter. Of course my definition of meeting a guy and my friend Carol's definition of "Meeting" a guy are two totally different things. God bless her...she's a whore. Not that she sleeps with men for money...maybe for a good grade, but never for money. Love her to death and she would stand by her friends no matter what. But, she's our slutty friend Carol.
I took Ernie up to Arkansas so Laurel and Tory (my friends at Doggie Daycare) can take care of him for a week. Yes...that's right...I drove 5 hours for a dog sitter. It may have been cheaper just to bring him with me but in a way I wanted to go up to Arkansas and see them...Keri before you speak...correction...to see "him". But I know I won't see him. That's okay. I was happy to see Laurel and Ann. I got there and as soon as I got off my exit. My heart skipped a beat. What if he's working. I knew he wasn't working. But what if some strange moment in the universe happened to where he had to work. I wasn't prepared. Kind of like the way you always seem to look like total shit when you run into your exes while getting your morning coffee and newspaper. I quickly reached for my face powder and lipstick and slapped that shit on. And as I got closer and closer to Doggie Daycare I calmed down and came to my senses. Of course he's not working. Lady Luck is never on my side...NEVER ON MY SIDE!!!
Well, I always try to tie in my Blog Titles with what my submission would be about and I have yet to do that. I'm suppose to see my friend Tommy tomorrow. I haven't seen him since Graduation...high school graduation. So about 10 years now. We were really good friends in Junior High...he was my phone-a-friend...no...not the kind like on Who Wants to be a millionaire...the kind you spoke to you at school and then at night for hours upon hours. Speaking of hopes, dreams and fears...parents and if you could steal your best friend's mom's car where would you go? Burger King? Conversation was never a problem...from what I remember. But I try to block Junior High out as much as possible. Not that the entire experience was traumatizing...more materialistic...no...that's not the word I'm looking for. You think your life is going in one direction and then another and all the while you think something is so important and you look back and you can't figure our for the life of you why you had to be so freakin dramatic about it. Of course, high school hits and then you start making new friends, being even more dramatic, trying to figure out the real you...something I'm still struggling with. I think all of us are. But then the real you is just a replication of what you thought you wanted to be you...never yourself.
In a way, I really haven't seen him since I was 13...and I'm close to being 30. Thus the movie title 13 going on 30. Years just keep on flying by. I look at my family and wonder if it's time for me to procreate...at a brief moment I say yes and then I come to my senses...HELL NO!
So, one day I'm going to go through my blog and format all of my entries so they will be consistent.
Right now I'm up in Seattle. The weather is absolutely beautiful. It's rained only one day and the skies have been a pretty blue. You can see Mt. Rainier so clearly from here. The streets are lined with fall leaves and everyone seems ready for Halloween. I went to Cafe Ladro and met a guy there...Spencer was his name. He worked behind the counter. Of course my definition of meeting a guy and my friend Carol's definition of "Meeting" a guy are two totally different things. God bless her...she's a whore. Not that she sleeps with men for money...maybe for a good grade, but never for money. Love her to death and she would stand by her friends no matter what. But, she's our slutty friend Carol.
I took Ernie up to Arkansas so Laurel and Tory (my friends at Doggie Daycare) can take care of him for a week. Yes...that's right...I drove 5 hours for a dog sitter. It may have been cheaper just to bring him with me but in a way I wanted to go up to Arkansas and see them...Keri before you speak...correction...to see "him". But I know I won't see him. That's okay. I was happy to see Laurel and Ann. I got there and as soon as I got off my exit. My heart skipped a beat. What if he's working. I knew he wasn't working. But what if some strange moment in the universe happened to where he had to work. I wasn't prepared. Kind of like the way you always seem to look like total shit when you run into your exes while getting your morning coffee and newspaper. I quickly reached for my face powder and lipstick and slapped that shit on. And as I got closer and closer to Doggie Daycare I calmed down and came to my senses. Of course he's not working. Lady Luck is never on my side...NEVER ON MY SIDE!!!
Well, I always try to tie in my Blog Titles with what my submission would be about and I have yet to do that. I'm suppose to see my friend Tommy tomorrow. I haven't seen him since Graduation...high school graduation. So about 10 years now. We were really good friends in Junior High...he was my phone-a-friend...no...not the kind like on Who Wants to be a millionaire...the kind you spoke to you at school and then at night for hours upon hours. Speaking of hopes, dreams and fears...parents and if you could steal your best friend's mom's car where would you go? Burger King? Conversation was never a problem...from what I remember. But I try to block Junior High out as much as possible. Not that the entire experience was traumatizing...more materialistic...no...that's not the word I'm looking for. You think your life is going in one direction and then another and all the while you think something is so important and you look back and you can't figure our for the life of you why you had to be so freakin dramatic about it. Of course, high school hits and then you start making new friends, being even more dramatic, trying to figure out the real you...something I'm still struggling with. I think all of us are. But then the real you is just a replication of what you thought you wanted to be you...never yourself.
In a way, I really haven't seen him since I was 13...and I'm close to being 30. Thus the movie title 13 going on 30. Years just keep on flying by. I look at my family and wonder if it's time for me to procreate...at a brief moment I say yes and then I come to my senses...HELL NO!
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