battle royale
I'm hidden away in the bedroom on my laptop listening to the screams of japanese schoolchildren. not my idea of fun.
my fiance swears by netflix. actually, so do I. I love it. we have over 120 movies in our queue. unfortunately, most of those are cheesey sci-fi or brutal bloodfests, like the one that the love of my life is watching as I sit here, nearly traumatized. the basis is that high school kids are rounded up by a rogue government group and shipped to a remote island where they are given various weapons have 3 days to battle to the death. after 3 days, necklaces that were attached to them just before they were sent to kill each other will explode and kill them anyway. before that happens one of them is supposed to survive and be the "winner." I don't know what that lucky person wins, but I'm sure it will be fully rewarding.
this from the man who will turn the channel when previews of films such as Exorcism of Emily Rose or something along that vein will come on because he knows it freaks me out. then, he asks me why I'm going to bed so early. it's a one bedroom apartment, it's either to bed or in the bathtub if one of us doesn't enjoy what the other is watching.
I have to admit that if we didn't live together before getting married, it's highly debatable whether or not there would be a quicky anullment. we're both...headstrong. what's strange about putting the two of us together, though, is that in each other's company we are much more likely to concede to the other. usually he'll wait until I'm already in bed to watch movies I hate. he's much more likely to sit through something that I like and he can't stand, however. although I've never tried to watch French Kiss while he's in the room...that might be pushing it a little too much. should I try and see what happens? I can only take so much of kevin klein's crappy french accent, though. oh well.
what I'm worried about, and what I continually find new and clever ways to ask him, is if this will change over time. will we get sick of being exposed to something that one of us loves and the other loathes? right now I can say that we love each other way too much to ever let our relationship erode to such a level. but can I say that in ten years, or even five?
my parents used to have entirely separate lives from each other, and my friends and I were certain that as soon as my younger brother and I were out of the house they would get divorced. but, fast forward to today, and my brother's dropped out college (believe me, this was the best choice for him) and back in the house, my dad's partially retired and working 2 weeks out of the month, and my parents have never been happier. they travel together all the time, they're only home when dad has to be for work. they're not fighting...who are these people???
I used to get once-a-year phone calls from my mom on a tirade about wanting a divorce. my dad has always worked non-stop and was rarely home. my mom's been a housewife since I was seven years old. either he didn't pay her enough attention, or when he did he would say or do something wrong. I couldn't wait to move out and/or have them get divorced. so what happened? I guess it's one of those mysteries in life, like how my brother got to be almost 5'11" when the average height for men on both sides of my family is around 5'7" and the women are probably averaging 5'2". and I know that he's a product of both of my parents and not some strange man passing through the neighborhood.
bottom line, I don't want to be my parents. I try to spend no more than a week at a time at home so that my mother and I don't end up playing our "who's the worst person in this relationship" game. over the phone or for a few days together, we're the fucking gilmore girls. past that, well, I don't want to go there in my head right now. or ever. but sometimes I'll notice that we have the same mannerisms. no one can tell us apart over the phone, not my dad, my brother, or my fiance. but does that mean I'll be like her with my children, or with my husband? I don't know, but I hope not. doesn't every independent woman say that about her mother? but is this something I can control, or will I naturally slip into it the way I can't help downing chocolate when I'm PMSing? I know I should stop, but if I do I just might kill someone (point of interest: Dagoba chocolate and Haute Chocolate are THE BEST chocolate bars and must have been created by hormonal women).
anyway, the movie's got to be close to over. I wonder who got the grand prize (which was probably just a slap on the ass and few extra days to live)? I'm going to have a big mug of tea and forgo the warm, creamy, milky, hot chocolate (oooh, say it slow, say it slow...hhhhoooottttt choc-o-late...) for tonight. I weighed in at a little over 105 this morning, and would like to keep it there for a little while...until I can drop another 5 and look killer in a body-hugging, sheer silky gown. you know what I mean...
my fiance swears by netflix. actually, so do I. I love it. we have over 120 movies in our queue. unfortunately, most of those are cheesey sci-fi or brutal bloodfests, like the one that the love of my life is watching as I sit here, nearly traumatized. the basis is that high school kids are rounded up by a rogue government group and shipped to a remote island where they are given various weapons have 3 days to battle to the death. after 3 days, necklaces that were attached to them just before they were sent to kill each other will explode and kill them anyway. before that happens one of them is supposed to survive and be the "winner." I don't know what that lucky person wins, but I'm sure it will be fully rewarding.
this from the man who will turn the channel when previews of films such as Exorcism of Emily Rose or something along that vein will come on because he knows it freaks me out. then, he asks me why I'm going to bed so early. it's a one bedroom apartment, it's either to bed or in the bathtub if one of us doesn't enjoy what the other is watching.
I have to admit that if we didn't live together before getting married, it's highly debatable whether or not there would be a quicky anullment. we're both...headstrong. what's strange about putting the two of us together, though, is that in each other's company we are much more likely to concede to the other. usually he'll wait until I'm already in bed to watch movies I hate. he's much more likely to sit through something that I like and he can't stand, however. although I've never tried to watch French Kiss while he's in the room...that might be pushing it a little too much. should I try and see what happens? I can only take so much of kevin klein's crappy french accent, though. oh well.
what I'm worried about, and what I continually find new and clever ways to ask him, is if this will change over time. will we get sick of being exposed to something that one of us loves and the other loathes? right now I can say that we love each other way too much to ever let our relationship erode to such a level. but can I say that in ten years, or even five?
my parents used to have entirely separate lives from each other, and my friends and I were certain that as soon as my younger brother and I were out of the house they would get divorced. but, fast forward to today, and my brother's dropped out college (believe me, this was the best choice for him) and back in the house, my dad's partially retired and working 2 weeks out of the month, and my parents have never been happier. they travel together all the time, they're only home when dad has to be for work. they're not fighting...who are these people???
I used to get once-a-year phone calls from my mom on a tirade about wanting a divorce. my dad has always worked non-stop and was rarely home. my mom's been a housewife since I was seven years old. either he didn't pay her enough attention, or when he did he would say or do something wrong. I couldn't wait to move out and/or have them get divorced. so what happened? I guess it's one of those mysteries in life, like how my brother got to be almost 5'11" when the average height for men on both sides of my family is around 5'7" and the women are probably averaging 5'2". and I know that he's a product of both of my parents and not some strange man passing through the neighborhood.
bottom line, I don't want to be my parents. I try to spend no more than a week at a time at home so that my mother and I don't end up playing our "who's the worst person in this relationship" game. over the phone or for a few days together, we're the fucking gilmore girls. past that, well, I don't want to go there in my head right now. or ever. but sometimes I'll notice that we have the same mannerisms. no one can tell us apart over the phone, not my dad, my brother, or my fiance. but does that mean I'll be like her with my children, or with my husband? I don't know, but I hope not. doesn't every independent woman say that about her mother? but is this something I can control, or will I naturally slip into it the way I can't help downing chocolate when I'm PMSing? I know I should stop, but if I do I just might kill someone (point of interest: Dagoba chocolate and Haute Chocolate are THE BEST chocolate bars and must have been created by hormonal women).
anyway, the movie's got to be close to over. I wonder who got the grand prize (which was probably just a slap on the ass and few extra days to live)? I'm going to have a big mug of tea and forgo the warm, creamy, milky, hot chocolate (oooh, say it slow, say it slow...hhhhoooottttt choc-o-late...) for tonight. I weighed in at a little over 105 this morning, and would like to keep it there for a little while...until I can drop another 5 and look killer in a body-hugging, sheer silky gown. you know what I mean...
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