Blah blah blah

Today is such a blahdy blah blah day. I'm sitting at work right now wishing I had something to do. I guess it's nice to get paid for doing nothing, but it just doesn't feel right. I played a bunch of word games and sudoku. I watched Sunday's episode of True Blood. I hardly spoke to anyone all day. I went on Facebook several times. I should probably stop going on Facebook because it just leaves me depressed every time I sign out. It's like a reminder that everyone else's life is better than mine.

I'm not even in the mood to write anymore. The blah-ness has entered my body and it's immobilizing my fingers.

At the Bus Stop

It's been a while since I mentioned interesting things that I've witnessed on the bus or at the bus stop. I've compiled a small list of the most memorable things.

1. At the bust stop I saw a teenage boy walking with his pants sagging. NOt only were the pants low, but they were at mid-thigh. Dude was trying to walk (waddle) over to his friends when his pants fell down. I laughed. The people at the bus stop with me were laughing and best of all, his friends were laughing.

2. At the bus stop, my bus finally came and it was letting people off. There was a bigl ine of people trying to get on. I guess sometimes people are so focussed on getting to the bus that they don't realize how close they are to it. The back doors of the bus opened to let people off and a woman was in the way and got hit. Poor thing almost got knocked down, but she bumped into someone who started cussing at her. "What's wrong with you. Don't you see me standing here, you stupid effing Mexican?" I got so mad, I felt it in my chest and I told the cusser that the poor woman almost got knocked down and it was an accident, blah blah blah. Chick was looking at me cock-eyed so I stood my ground. I was seconds away from calling her the b word, but that would have made things worse.

3. On the bus, there was this dude sitting in front of me who was about to get off. When he stood up, I could see his underwear. His ass was right at my eye level and I was utterly grossed out. Furthermore, I could smell the nastiness that was goin on in his pants. His undies were brown for a reason.

4. On the bus there was a cute little family, mom, dad and little boy sitting near me. The little boy was sooooo cute and what made him cuter was he noticed that his mom was in a fowl mood and he was making faces at her to make her laugh. The cutest thing.

5. On the bus, there was this woman who was sleeping in her seat near me. She got up to get off the bus and a piece of gum rolled off of her belly. At the time, I thought it was a tiny ball of paper. There was this girl sitting behind me and she was really annoying. She, along with some other people were ready to get off at the next stop. Just about everyone stepped on the piece of gum and the gum remained in tact on the floor. The annoying girl, however, stepped on it and it got stuck on the hem of her pant leg. Karma!

Reading is fun, for real

I've been reading again! As an (unpublished) author, I know that If I want to write well, I have to read well-written books. So far this summer I've read "The Awakening" by Kate Chopin which was amazing and "The Catcher in the Rye" by J.D. Salinger. I had read "Catcher" when I was younger and I understood the gist of it. "Holden doesn't like phonies and he is kinda afraid to grow up (or at least that was the feeling I got from it)." Now, I'm reading "Brave New World" by Aldous Huxley. So far it is really weird and the 15 year old me remembers it being just as weird when I read it all those years ago. Before I started rereading it, the only thing I remembered was a bunch of kids wearing Khaki in a place that was totally separate from the outside world.

Now that I am revisiting it, I see that my memory is a very interesting thing. I remember things visually. I haven't seen a movie of either "BNW" or "Catcher" but I have specific visions when I think of these books. It was my first time reading "The Awakening" so if you have read it, you might have an idea of what the vision that is stuck in my head for that book looks like. (was that an awkward sentence? sorry)

I love rereading books. For some of them I don't remember a thing and for others, I like so see how years of absence have skewed my memory. It's fun to fill in the gaps and make new memories.

Next on my list is "The Great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald. This would be another reread and I've seen the film for it as well. Robert Redford was a perfect Jay Gatsby. The film itself was...eh, but it was watchable. Speaking of film adaptations, I remember when I was in the 6th grade and I saw a copy of "Sense and Sensibility" by Jane Austen sitting on the counter next to the sink in the classroom. (how's that for prepositional phrases?) I literally judged the book by its cover and decided that it would be boring and I would never read it. Years later, I was visiting a friend in Atlantic City. She was working so I was alone at her place, bored out of my mind. I saw that the movie "Sense and Sensibility" (screenplay by Emma Thompson) was on demand and I figured I'd watch it. Those of you who have read my earlier entries will know how much I LOVED that movie. After having seen it, I decided to read every single Jane Austen novel because I knew that there was more in that story that the movie left out.

When it comes to more classical books, I know that there will be several film adaptations and I WANT TO SEE ALL OF THEM. I must be going all over the place right now. I wasn't really organized when I decided to write this. Either way, it's been a long time since I wrote something in here.