sore muscles, juno, pancakes
I dropped my parents off at the airport today.
I never get tired of LAX. I love the atmosphere, the excitement and energy of all the travelers, the pure boredom of the airport staff. I saw a bunch of caged dogs, piled next to the luggage. I assume theyre on the same flight as my parents. My dad was feeling bad about them, cuz animals are generally thrown into the cargo hold. The only concession to them not being luggage is temperature control. But I lied and told my dad that they get food and water and are all sedated. I didnt want him up there empathizing with the dogs. And who knows? They might get all that. I doubt it, since most airlines barely treat people with any humanity. I'm totally calling out United right now. They SUCK ASS. My parents are flying Lufthansa, which ive never flown. They have and they loved it. The ticket agent was super nice though, which is a good sign. My dad tells me that the reason I get such mean airport staff is because i'm always incredibly tense and project an attitude of disdain. This is true. When im worried around strangers and strange situations,especially when i'm worried about family, I tend to get incredibly impatient. This does not go over well with airport employees. It probably contributes to the constant "random" searches I am always subject to. In thailand alone this december I got stopped 3 times to be searched.
I worked a morning shift at the Bean today, and gave away my barn shift so i could go to the airport. But even going to the airport was painful. Ive been running again, despite my knees, and my knees are totally striking back. They hurt so badly today that I seriously contemplated walking backwards from now on. I tried it, shuffling backwards down the sidewalk. I didnt get very far, but my knees appreciated the respite. I kneeled down to put some luggage tags on my dad's suitcase, and I had to stay down for a few seconds before I could come up again. So i gave away a couple more shifts and im taking tomorrow off from both jobs. Im just gonna sit around and ice my knees and take motrin. An ideal valentine's day.
I saw Juno the other day. It was awwwwwesome. Just an all around perfect movie. I went for Michael Cera but I loved everyone else in it too. (By the way, I just bought the new W magazine, purely for this gigantic, gorgous black and white shot of James MacAvoy, completely unmarked by any writing, and i was delighted to find an article and accompanying b/w shots of Michael Cera. It was a really good issue! :-P)I completely adored the soundtrack and made like 15 different mental notes on new artists. The movie itself was amazing, but I was also interested in the differing opinions of the people around me. Particularly this one scene between jason bateman and ellen page. To me, the scene was pretty ambiguous. Jess felt that the scene was fairly pedophile-like, but it could go either way. Mario was completely positive that it was a total pedophile scene, no doubt about it. I dont want to watch it again right away, cuz the movie is still really vivid, but Im pretty sure i'll buy it when it comes out. Mario made an interesting point about the parents in the movie. Mainly, that theres no way in hell that they would take their 16 year old getting pregnant so calmly and rationally. I can see his point, but at the same time, i grew up in palmdale, where the local high school had an on campus nursery for the new teen mothers. And its a place where youre pretty much expected to settle down and start popping out kids around 19 or 20. 16 isnt that much younger.
I had pancakes yesterday for the first time in AGES. It was mario's fault. I never would have known that IHOP was offering free pancakes. They were delicious. the french toast was NOT. Mainly, it was fun to do an impulsive food run with Mario. We havent done that in a while. Ive gotten into the rhythym of working two jobs, but I tend to hoard my very limited free time and use it on sleep or getting stuff taken care of that i'm too tired to do any other day. So it was very cool seeing him. I like being friends with mario. Its an easy and fun friendship.
I say this cuz mark has been calling me. A lot. I'm not going out of my way to avoid him. But I have been considering it lucky that he always calls when I can't pick up the phone. And I havent returned any of his calls. Bah. Jess asked me if I was still mad at mark. I'm really not. I'm just hugely reluctant to get back into being friends with someone who's so sruck on the past. Every conversation with Mark is about his future or his fears or, lately, about getting "the group" back together. Its been more than a YEAR. And on top of that, Mark considers the group to be me, mario, jess, tony, and peter and adriana. Im already cool with jess and mario and adriana. And im comfortable with peter, seeing him all the time at work, but thats the only contact I want with him. And tony, yeah, thats not going to happen. I keep telling him that, but he keeps telling me to "make it work."
So i don't hate mark. But i have so little free time now that i have to prioritize. And if i have 15 minutes to talk, im gonna use it to call aleesha or jaimie or mario or sabiha. I'm not going to waste it wrangling with mark.
Heh, i think this gripe about mark is to help feel less guilty about avoiding him, cuz, he is in a different country and all.
With my parents gone, the house is very very quiet and lonely. I went to sleep straight from the airport and I had some terrible nightmares. I wish i had written them down. It wasnt a long continuous one, but more like a series of vignettes, which is almost worse. More images to be terrified by. In one of them, this man met this girl, and they had a relationship. But one night, back at her place, she tells him that she's been cheating on him, and she brings the other person out. It turns out the the first woman is a guy in drag, and the person she's cheating with is also a guy in drag, and the second guy rapes the boyfriend. It was very violent, and i did not like waking up in an empty house. And I have NO clue what the dream means. The rest were just as violent, but not as vivid.
I never get tired of LAX. I love the atmosphere, the excitement and energy of all the travelers, the pure boredom of the airport staff. I saw a bunch of caged dogs, piled next to the luggage. I assume theyre on the same flight as my parents. My dad was feeling bad about them, cuz animals are generally thrown into the cargo hold. The only concession to them not being luggage is temperature control. But I lied and told my dad that they get food and water and are all sedated. I didnt want him up there empathizing with the dogs. And who knows? They might get all that. I doubt it, since most airlines barely treat people with any humanity. I'm totally calling out United right now. They SUCK ASS. My parents are flying Lufthansa, which ive never flown. They have and they loved it. The ticket agent was super nice though, which is a good sign. My dad tells me that the reason I get such mean airport staff is because i'm always incredibly tense and project an attitude of disdain. This is true. When im worried around strangers and strange situations,especially when i'm worried about family, I tend to get incredibly impatient. This does not go over well with airport employees. It probably contributes to the constant "random" searches I am always subject to. In thailand alone this december I got stopped 3 times to be searched.
I worked a morning shift at the Bean today, and gave away my barn shift so i could go to the airport. But even going to the airport was painful. Ive been running again, despite my knees, and my knees are totally striking back. They hurt so badly today that I seriously contemplated walking backwards from now on. I tried it, shuffling backwards down the sidewalk. I didnt get very far, but my knees appreciated the respite. I kneeled down to put some luggage tags on my dad's suitcase, and I had to stay down for a few seconds before I could come up again. So i gave away a couple more shifts and im taking tomorrow off from both jobs. Im just gonna sit around and ice my knees and take motrin. An ideal valentine's day.
I saw Juno the other day. It was awwwwwesome. Just an all around perfect movie. I went for Michael Cera but I loved everyone else in it too. (By the way, I just bought the new W magazine, purely for this gigantic, gorgous black and white shot of James MacAvoy, completely unmarked by any writing, and i was delighted to find an article and accompanying b/w shots of Michael Cera. It was a really good issue! :-P)I completely adored the soundtrack and made like 15 different mental notes on new artists. The movie itself was amazing, but I was also interested in the differing opinions of the people around me. Particularly this one scene between jason bateman and ellen page. To me, the scene was pretty ambiguous. Jess felt that the scene was fairly pedophile-like, but it could go either way. Mario was completely positive that it was a total pedophile scene, no doubt about it. I dont want to watch it again right away, cuz the movie is still really vivid, but Im pretty sure i'll buy it when it comes out. Mario made an interesting point about the parents in the movie. Mainly, that theres no way in hell that they would take their 16 year old getting pregnant so calmly and rationally. I can see his point, but at the same time, i grew up in palmdale, where the local high school had an on campus nursery for the new teen mothers. And its a place where youre pretty much expected to settle down and start popping out kids around 19 or 20. 16 isnt that much younger.
I had pancakes yesterday for the first time in AGES. It was mario's fault. I never would have known that IHOP was offering free pancakes. They were delicious. the french toast was NOT. Mainly, it was fun to do an impulsive food run with Mario. We havent done that in a while. Ive gotten into the rhythym of working two jobs, but I tend to hoard my very limited free time and use it on sleep or getting stuff taken care of that i'm too tired to do any other day. So it was very cool seeing him. I like being friends with mario. Its an easy and fun friendship.
I say this cuz mark has been calling me. A lot. I'm not going out of my way to avoid him. But I have been considering it lucky that he always calls when I can't pick up the phone. And I havent returned any of his calls. Bah. Jess asked me if I was still mad at mark. I'm really not. I'm just hugely reluctant to get back into being friends with someone who's so sruck on the past. Every conversation with Mark is about his future or his fears or, lately, about getting "the group" back together. Its been more than a YEAR. And on top of that, Mark considers the group to be me, mario, jess, tony, and peter and adriana. Im already cool with jess and mario and adriana. And im comfortable with peter, seeing him all the time at work, but thats the only contact I want with him. And tony, yeah, thats not going to happen. I keep telling him that, but he keeps telling me to "make it work."
So i don't hate mark. But i have so little free time now that i have to prioritize. And if i have 15 minutes to talk, im gonna use it to call aleesha or jaimie or mario or sabiha. I'm not going to waste it wrangling with mark.
Heh, i think this gripe about mark is to help feel less guilty about avoiding him, cuz, he is in a different country and all.
With my parents gone, the house is very very quiet and lonely. I went to sleep straight from the airport and I had some terrible nightmares. I wish i had written them down. It wasnt a long continuous one, but more like a series of vignettes, which is almost worse. More images to be terrified by. In one of them, this man met this girl, and they had a relationship. But one night, back at her place, she tells him that she's been cheating on him, and she brings the other person out. It turns out the the first woman is a guy in drag, and the person she's cheating with is also a guy in drag, and the second guy rapes the boyfriend. It was very violent, and i did not like waking up in an empty house. And I have NO clue what the dream means. The rest were just as violent, but not as vivid.