April 10, 1999  

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I went to see Never Been Kissed today with Mary. You can read my whole review if you want, but the short version is - loved it.

I was walking through the mall to meet Mar at the movie theater and I got behind a group of girls on the escalator. They were probably late teens or early twenties, and dressed in sweatshirts and tracksuit pants, with their hair in weird styles, such as ponytail AND headband. I'm guessing they were trying to take morning-after bar hair and make it look semi-presentable. I thought to myself, "I can't believe what some people will wear out in public." Then I looked at myself - same fleece pullover I wore yesterday, black leggings with a tiny hole in them, hair in a headband. Hi, I'm the pot, and this is me calling the kettle black.

After the movie, I wanted to try on some capri pants. Everyone over on Hissyfit has been talking about them, and Molly bought a pair yesterday. The one part of my body that I don't feel like hiding is my calves, so I figured they would be right up my alley. Mary helped me pick some out and I tried them on. The first pair was a bit long, and tight, so they kind of looked like leggings that I just pulled up at the bottom, like you wore sweatpants in the 80's (although I was missing the multiple pairs of socks and Reebok hightops to complete the effect). The second pair was pretty cute though - they were just below the knee, and a really nice olive and navy tiny plaid pattern. I was going to buy them, but they were $36, and then I would have had to buy a top to wear with them, and the one I wanted, a sweater set, was another $40. I decided to wait for a sale or something. We all can't figure out what shoes you are supposed to wear with these. I think when a new style comes out, they should have a few of the salespeople wear them, or even just have photographs up so I can figure these things out. In high school, I could just wait until the early adopters did it and then copy them. But now I'm on my own. I don't have a workplace and I'm not up at school enough (and most of the people in college tend to wear kinda ratty clothes - me included). Don't even get me started on fashion magazines. If you know what kind of shoes to wear, please inform me.

I also stopped off and bought the new Wired with George Lucas on the cover, as well as the new Premiere. This month, Premiere has 4 different Phantom Menace covers. I sat there for a few minutes trying to figure out which one Jim would want. Then I realized how ridiculous the whole thing was and bought the Liam Neeson one. I forgot to ask him what he thought of my choice. Glad I wasted time and energy figuring that one out!

I was watching crap TV today (isn't that what Saturdays are for?). I realized that all of the home and garden type shows I watch just annoy me. Well, the shows don't annoy me, but the hosts do. First I watched Next Door with Katie Brown. I'd like to hit Katie Brown over the head with a door because her voice is so annoying. And yet she comes up with really cool ideas that I would like to try if I were a bit more crafty. Next, I watched Room by Room. The two co-hosts (I looked up their names and they are Shari and Matt) are so incredibly cheesy and annoying. But again, I love the ideas they come up with for decorating, and they are usually fairly reasonable and inexpensive. My favorite show is Room for Change with Joanne Liebeler (or something like that). I don't even bother watching the actual segment. When it's over, they do a time lapse photography thing where they show the room as it started out, then how it looked as each piece was added. I love that part! Home and Garden TV on Saturday nights is the best! If only they could hire some new on-air personalities.

That's about all I did today, and I didn't have any deep thoughts. Oh, for those of you that like games, Jim has been playing Half Life Team Fortress online pretty much non-stop for about 3 days straight (which is why I'm writing this entry at 2 a.m.!). So I guess it's good and you might like it. That is all.

 

I was just reading a story about Cindy Crawford's pregnancy. The woman is five months pregnant and she has only gained 10 pounds! And she's happy about this because she prefers "non-pregnant" bodies. Now I understand that her figure is her livelihood, but frankly, wasn't she getting a little old for the modeling racket anyway? I thought the cutoff age was like 22 or something. Then they take you out behind the barn and shoot you, and make glue out of your body parts. Or maybe that's horses. Same difference.

On the same site, there is a story about Ted Hughes, the late British poet laureate and husband of Sylvia Plath. Apparently Ted was such a peach of a guy that both of his wives killed themselves, largely because they feared he would leave them. Now I know Sylvia Plath had a lot of issues, but she was a very important writer and poet, and she paved the way for a lot of today's angry young women (Ani DiFranco and Alanis, I'm looking in your direction), and it is a shame that she killed herself. Many poets do, largely because they live such stable and healthy lives. Except for the parts about healthy and stable.