Fashion Crimes

Sometimes I just don't understand. I don't understand sweat pants. Sure, they're comfortable, but ugly. Especially when they have elastic at the ankles and are too short, or when you're a guy, or when they are really baggy. Okay, they're just always ugly, I don't care how comfortable they are. Be comfortable in your own home, look presentable when you go out in public. Just in case you don't know what I think about sweat pants yet, let me enlighten you; sweat pants should never be worn in public. Ever.

Today I saw something that I was so horribly shocked by, it actually hurt. I saw this girl wearing the nicest shoes. These were gorgeous shoes. I totally want them. Open-toe pumps with pink detailing. Really, really nice. I want those shoes. These ones actually. They are from Fixation Shoes and Accessories. Aren't they beautiful? Just gaze upon their beauty. I am.SHE WAS WEARING THOSE GORGEOUS SHOES WITH YOGA CAPRI PANTS AND A HOODIE! She ruined the shoes. She made them look cheap. She doesn't deserve to have those shoes if she is going to wear them without the respect they are due. Is there some kind of shoe social services she could be reported to? How could she do that to those shoes? Why? What is wrong with her? The week before the same girl was wearing ankle boots with yoga pants. I didn't like the boots anyway, but they definately didn't go with yoga pants. You should all know this, but I will tell you anyway; yoga pants don't go with heels. They just don't. If you must wear yoga pants, and I think yoga pants are only marginally better than sweat pants, wear running shoes or flip-flops. Ankle boots go with jeans. Gorgeous open-toed perfection goes with so many things, but work out clothes are definately not one of the things. Little black dress, black dress pants, dark wash jeans, nice pencil skirt, but most definately not yoga pants.

While I'm on the topic of yoga pants, let me rant a bit. I think yoga pants are only marginally better than sweat pants. Only because yoga pants don't look scruffy and messy as do sweat pants. I still think they should never be worn in public. They are work out clothes. You may wear them at the gym, on your way to the gym or on the way home from the gym. You may wear them as casual, comfy pants at home. Don't wear them in public. Often the people who do wear them in public have the body to do so and are understandably proud of their body and want to show it off. Fine. Do you have to show it off that much? Have you ever noticed that yoga pants are really tight? Really tight. Like, painted on tight. Wedged right up there tight. Can't even wear a g-string because you would have VPL tight. That's a little to much showing off. Seriously, I can see everything. Dimple on the left cheek? Yep, I know. I can see. That's just wrong. Can it really be that comfortable with a perma-wedgie?

One more fashion crime of the day, it was a busy day; summer wear. Not a problem in the summer. It's not summer right now, it's April. It was only 9 degrees today. Don't wear a jacket. Wear sandles. Capris are almost acceptable, but still pushing it a little. Shorts with a three-inch inseam, a tank top and flip-flops are definately pushing it a lot. Okay, we have had a long winter and it may seem like a heat wave right now, but there is still snow. There at least should be some green outside before the shorts come out. Good optimism though.

Coincidence? I think not.

I wonder if you have noticed the same thing I have. I listen to pop radio in the morning as I get ready for school. Usually I would listen to CBC but my alarm clock won't pick it up for some reason, the AM or the FM stations. I can get pop music though, and I actually like the commentary in the morning, so I stick with it. Anyway, I was listening to the music and noticed a theme. Well, two themes. Guy songs are about sex, girl songs are about how stupid guys are. Here are a few examples of some of the lyrics; "I wanna make love right now, now, now. I wanna make love right now, now, now." "I wanna make love in this club, in this club, in this club, in this club. I wanna make love in this club, in this club, in this club." "You spin my head right round, right round when you go down, when you go down, down." I kid you not, those are the actual lyrics. Here are some girl song lyrics; "Good-bye, you suck, never really liked you." "and now that we're done I'm gonna show you tonight, I'm alright, I'm just fine, and you're a fool, so, so what..."and the next time that he cheats you know it won't be on me." Does anyone else see the correlation there?

episode 1

When I had been in Korea for about six months one of the Korean teachers asked me if I had a boyfriend. I didn't, so I said no. She said, oh, you must be lonely. I thought about that for a bit. I didn't realize that I needed a boyfriend to be happy. I thought I was happy. I didn't have a boyfriend, and I wasn't lonely. Is that weird? It was to her. I didn't think it was weird. I had never had a boyfriend, and I had managed. I didn't need a boyfriend to complete my life. Then I met Samuel. Now I understand what Sook-Jin meant. Now I would say that I am lonely. I can't go visit my boyfriend after work. I don't get to see him this weekend, or next week or even next month. I'll talk to him, but it's not the same. Before I met Samuel I didn't know what it was that I was missing out on. I had never experienced it so I didn't miss it. Now that I have experienced love I don't want to live without it. So now I'm lonely. You all are great, but you aren't Samuel. I'm lonely for him. I never want to have a long distance relationship ever again. I suppose I haven't not been in a long distance relationship. Samuel and I lived in different cities so I only saw him on weekends and we talked during the week. At least we got to see each other sometimes. It has now been seven months since I last saw him. Now we talk on weekends and email during the week. I love talking to him, I love reading his emails, but it just isn't the same as actually talking to him, when I can see him. I would really like to have a not long distance relationship. I could try that. See if I like it.

So want to know what I think?

I had this cool idea for a blog post today. It requires your participation, so you will have to comment. You know how I said I want to write a book? Well, this is my idea for a book. Kind of self-help, kind of auto-biography, kind of "Dear Abby", kind of my thought of the day type thing. I will write about whatever particulary annoyed me, or excited me, or whatever I have been thinking about. I could write about pretty much anything. News items are good. Did you know that President Obama is adopting a Portuguese Water Dog for his daughters? Do you really care? Does it really matter what kind of dog he gets? Personally I think that he should get a black lab, because it's the best kind of dog ever. I don't know what a Portuguese water dog is. Do you? I suppose I could look it up, but I don't actually care, so I won't. Probably.
Now it's bugging me so I have to. It turns out that Portuguese Water Dogs were originally bred as working dogs for Portuguese fishermen who used them to retrieve nets and buoys from the water. They are the 62nd most popular breed in the United States, and apparently are rather high maintenance dogs. Who knew? Who cares? Well the Portuguese fishermen probably, but very few others most likely.
Anyway. Back to my book/blog. You have now had a taste of how it will go. Here's your part; you need to give me suggestions of what to write about. If no one gives me suggestions I will have to make up something for myself.
I should be writing papers, but this is way more fun.

When did a rodent learn to predict the weather?

Does anyone else think that Groundhog's day is stupid? Who had the stupid idea that a rodent could predict the end of winter? Apparently both Wireton Willie and the other one, whose name I can't spell, and died several years ago but won't let that stop him, predicted six more weeks of winter. No kidding! I don't need a rodent to tell me that. This is Saskatchewan people! Of course there are six more weeks of winter. If we're lucky. If we're not so lucky there will be more.

Here are my predictions. No, I didn't check out my shadow to make these predictions, I just made them up, just now. I'll bet my predictions are just as accurate as the groundhogs'.
It will snow four more times. One of those times will be toward the end of April.
We will continue to complain about the cold for at least two more moths. Then we will complain about puddles. Then we will complain about mosquitoes. Then the cold again.
Some stupid teenager will wear shorts to school in early March. He will be cold, but will be determined that it is spring. The groundhog said so.

Don't let a rodent make your decisions. Think for yourself.

100 things about me: the finale

I was going to finish this before the new year started, but that didn't happen. Obviously.

81) I think about Samuel pretty much constantly. Chances are pretty good that if I am not speaking, I am thinking about him. I'm pathetic, I know, but I'm okay with that right now. I wouldn't say that I'm proud of it or anything, or even that it's a good thing, but that's how it goes right now. I even think about him in class. Usually my thoughts are way more interesting than the class. Doesn't take much to be more interesting than some of my classes. The thoughts don't always make sense though. The other day I was thinking about donuts, trying to decide what kind I wanted, and then the next second I was thinking about Samuel. I don't see the correlation between Samuel and donuts... they're both yummy? That could be it.
82) I really don't want to be at school right now. I want to be finished. I don't even care a little bit about my classes. I realize that I have a terrible attitude about it, but I don't care. So there. I'll go, because it would be stupid not to. I have less than three months left. I'll go, but I won't enjoy it.
83) What is it about girls who think they have to be blond? I don't get it. Everyone seems to want blond hair. Why? It just looks stupid. Okay, the first few days are fine, but then you get dark roots and it looks ridiculous. Maybe what I hate is the dark roots. Why would you let yourself look like that?
84) I wore sweat pants out of the house the other day. I had to run to the store to get eggs. I didn't want to change. I know. I am embarrassed for me too. I wore ugly pants. In public. How wrong.
85) I have a tendency to pull out my arm hair when I'm bored. I hate it when my arm hair sticks up, so I pull it out. It's weird, I know, but I do it anyway. Weird is acceptable.
86) I don't care how long you were in labor for. I really don't. Not even a little bit. I don't see myself ever caring.
87) I get tired of people, and it's almost always women, talking about weight. Can't we be obsessed with something else? Politics, environmental issues, the state of the economy, the stupid neighbor's stupid dog. Anything but weight. Fine, you gained a few pounds. Get over it.
88) I could spend all day watching television. I would feel yucky by the end of the day, and get absolutely nothing accomplished, but I would do it anyway. And I have done that. I will do it again too.
89) I feel bad about starting every item with "I". However, this blog is about me, so it is perfectly acceptable, but I could at least attempt to be more creative. I am incredibly lazy so I will probably not put in the effort required to think of another way to begin a sentence.
90) I really, really like hamburgers. I must be related to my father or something. Hamburgers are great. Especially with mustard and barbecue sauce. I thought barbecue had a q in it, but this is how the computer tells me I should spell it. And yes, I will let the computer dictate how I must spell. I think it looks funny. Mind you, it looked funny with a q too. Maybe it's just a funny looking word. Good sauce though.
91) I shock myself every time I talk in class. That's not something I do. But I do it now. I'll probably blog about that at another time.
92) I really don't want to go to class now. But I should be good and go. I didn't do the reading. It's hard to when you don't have the textbook. I probably wouldn't have done the reading even if I had bought the textbook. I'll go to class now, and try to pay attention. I'll go, but I don't have to like it. Yep. Bad attitude.

93) I don't know anything about cars. Wait. I know that you have to put in gas and oil to make it go. I know how to put in the gas. You go to Co-op and get them to do it for you. I could do it myself, but that would just be silly. For getting oil put in the car you tell Dad, and he does it. That's all I know. I don't know how to change a tire. If I ever get a flat tire when I'm driving I'll have to stand on the side of the road and look like a girl. I'm okay with that. I can look like a girl.

94) I like knitting. It's relaxing. I have to have a purpose for it, like baby blankets or something. Right now I'm knitting a blanket for Gianna. It's pretty.

95) It really bothers me when people mix up you're and your, and their, they're and there. Really, how hard is it? If someone uses the wrong one I have to reread the sentence to try to figure out what they actually meant, because the sentence doesn't actually say what it should. It hurts me. Look! I started a sentence with a new word.

96) I have never been one of those girls who has had every detail of her wedding planned since she was 10. The details don't seem all that important to me. Okay, I already have the paper for invitations and programs, but that's just because I was in Korea and the hanji paper is pretty, not because I have to have all the right details. Really.

97) I think it's embarassing that we, as in Canadians, associate our national identity with a donut place. I like Tim Horton's and all, but I'm pretty sure I can be Canadian and not have a Tim Horton's mug. I can be Canadian and not watch hockey or say "eh". Pretty sure. I don't have to own a Tim Horton's mug. I will eat the donuts. Mmmm. Donuts.

98) Baseball is boring. Both to watch and to play.

99) I want to go everywhere. There's probably lots of cool stuff to see, and I want to see all of it.

100) I still find my cleavage distracting.

In case you haven't heard yet...

I found out on Saturday morning that the embassy rejected Samuel's visa application again. That means he will not be coming here for Christmas. I have no idea when he will be able to come. I'm not really anxious to apply again; I don't want to be rejected again. I guess we'll just have to wait until I go back to Korea, and then decide what to do. I'm trying not to concentrate on the disappointment. Sometimes it's hard to think about anything else, but I try. I have one more semester of classes, and then I will be finished my degree, and then I can go back to Korea. Then I will finally get to see Samuel again. It's only five-ish months. Five-ish isn't that long. Right? I'll just keep reminding myself that.