A Pirate's Life for Me

So Friday night, I dined at the always tasty and always tempting Red Lobster. I seriously am in love with that place. Whoever came up with the cheesy bread biscuits will be receiving a fan letter from me soon and very soon. So as we were chomping on our VERY-NOT-SOUTH-BEACH-DIET bread, a waiter brought us our food. And at first, I was like, whatever, our waitress is busy and so she got someone to cover for her. And then I looked up.

AND OH MY GOD, ORLANDO BLOOM WAS SERVING US OUR FOOD.

Ok, ok, so it wasn't actually Orlando Bloom, but this guy looked SO MUCH LIKE him that I was thankful my drool looked like it was for the food and not him. Because, HOLY CRAP. I haven't seen a guy that hot in real life since...since...that hot Darryl guy went diving in his skimpy speedos in college! It's also important to note that this fellow (whose name I didn't catch at first, because his face was burning a hole in my heart) looked like Orlando Bloom circa Pirates of the Caribbean. Yes, that is right female readership, he looked a lot a pirate. A hunky pirate who could serve food and remember your name and warn you that your plate is hot. What more could a girl want?

His name, you say? A girl might want his name? GOOD QUESTION. Because I could NOT catch a glimpse of his nametag for the rest of the evening. I am beyond confident that he saw me staring at his chest MORE THAN ONCE, but I just couldn't help it. I HAD TO KNOW HIS NAME. It took BGF walking RIGHT PAST him on our way out for me to learn this gorgeous boy's name.

Michael. God bless you. You have restored my faith in non-icky boys.

It Only Hurts When I Breathe

I'm sitting here listening to BGF snore while The Shawshank Redemption plays on the TV. Gil Bellows just got shot. That sucks.

Which is fitting considering how I feel today. I realized yesterday at work that I am depressed again. It makes me so angry to think of all I've overcome and to still, STILL, feel hopeless and alone. What's funny is that I didn't realize it at first. I think the depression has gotten crafty, grown in its abilities to deceive me. He (I've personified depression as a boy, because, after all, BOYS ARE EVIL.) sneaks up on me in the darkness and whispers in my ear. Calling. Beckoning. Crying for me to join him where the hope is dead and love has been smothered. And I follow. Because I am weak and he knows how to tempt me.

So when I started thinking that it'd be SO AWESOME to be dead instead of alive, I realized that I'm back to the same old mind games. Again and again and again. I'm on a carousel of misery, folks. And it's starting to piss me off.

Bummer

He got married today. BOO!

Sunday Morning Coming Down

I've seen three movies this weekend. THREE! That's possibly a new record for this anit-movie girl. But what can I say? I get on a roll and I just can't stop. As I mentioned earlier, I saw Star Wars last night. Then BGF and I went to the drive-in to take-in Monster-in-Law and Fever Pitch. The latter being one of those "eh, it was cute" movies with a gigantic bonus from the absolute gorgeousness of Michael Vartan. The former was actually very good. It was sweet and romantic and came thisclose to making me think that relationships MIGHT not suck. Add to that the Farrelly brothers direction and Nick Hornby's writing and you've got yourself a good movie. And have I mentioned that I have a total girl crush on Drew Barrymore? Which is weird, I know. But true. So there.

In other news, I had the Blister from Hell^TM this week. I spent an entire day limping around work looking like some kind of confused rap groupie. All I needed to do was roll up a pant leg and throw a few choice words into my vocabulary and I would have been confused with Vanilla Ice. Which is sad. And painful. In more than one way. But I'm happy to report that it's much better now and I can now successfully walk down the street without looking like a poser or getting funny looks or being stopped every five minutes by people asking me what the hell happened to my foot. Because it's just so freaking embarassing to say "I got a blister." instead of "I was in a tragic accident." or "I was injured saving a small child's life."

It just hit my today that I get to see my parents in two weeks! This is so very exciting because I have been missing my mother terribly this past week. I called her "just to chat" yesterday and I thought she was going to pass out on the phone. Which would have have been bad, because those overage minutes SUCK and who would have been there to hang up the phone? Plus she was driving and I'd hate for the Buick to get a scratch. Or a dent. Or a smashed bumper. Or totaled. Anyway, we had a lovely little chat and she's just so cute! I miss her! Why didn't I appreciate her more when I lived near her? This unexplainable homesickness could possibly be the reason why I'm eyeing this machine for her birthday or Christmas. Cause let me tell you, that's got "Cora's Mom" written ALL OVER IT. BGF's grandmother received one today for her birthday, so I will get to see it and its products firsthand before a purchase, but my mind is pretty much already made up. Now, if I can only convince Daddy to help me pull this off....

Bandwagon

Yes. I gave in. I saw it. I liked it. I even got a little teary. Fortunately, sadness suits Ewan McGregor JUST FINE.

Peace

I feel like jumping into the ocean and swimming far away. Or letting myself sink into oblivion and never resurfacing again. Either way, at least I'd be gone. And it'd be no more.

He's a Survivor

TTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!
I love Tom, I can't help it. And I am SO FREAKING GLAD he won! Woo-hoo!

And I will now promise NOT to watch the next edition of Survivor, because it leads to REALLY CRAPPY blog posts.

But until then, YAY FOR TOM!

Linking Heaven

Normally, delving into my memories usually leads to tears and cookies, but this past weekend led only to bubble tea and cheesy hashbrowns. Which, while not good together, are a rather potent combination for happy bellies and happy hearts. Because seriously, who can resist the lure of the tapioca ball? Who????

Getting to eat all of this tasty food with tasty people was a lovely break from my ho-hum, doldrum, bum bum bum life as an avant garde factory worker. After all, I got to visit the imitable Johnny Wink. Which is a treat in and of itself. There are very few eccentric old men who I admire as much as him. Any man who can quote poetry AND remember my last name AND what classes I took under him is a winner in my book. (Although it was a bittersweet visit since it was my last time to sit in the pretty room.) And though I never actually MET my lovely friend's husband, I SAW him once before the wedding and in that very instance, I learned that he has good taste in t-shirts. (And here I was thinking I was the only one who owned it!) I also got to spend some quality time at a Barnes and Noble that doesn't suck! And who would have thought that a B&N in the south would actually be WAY better than any of the Barnes and Nobles in my current city of residence? OOH! And I got to bust out with my old *Nsync and Britney Spears mix CD's, because NOBODY appreciates the intricacies and nuances of Justin and J.C. than my girls from college. And did I mention that I rented a Sebring instead of a Neon? Cause seriously, the Sebring was THE BEST CAR EVER. Because I finally got to be the one who drove everyone around. Because it was roomy! And comfy! And didn't shake at 60 MPH! And it has a CD player instead of the lousy tape deck that the Sentra sports!

So all in all, the weekend? It rocked. Coming home? It sucked. But it was nice living in non-reality while it lasted... definitely good for the heart of this lonely Southern girl.

And now, I'm going to an international food fest. South Beach Diet be damned!

Shortness

I am just now buying this cd. I know, I know, I am SO behind the times. But I kind of like being late on trendy music. Sort of makes me feel like I'm making it my own, instead of blindly following the masses.

I did, however, finally break down and go to the movies this weekend. BGF and I saw The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. And I actually enjoyed it! So many thanks to Lana and Sean for recommending it.

I am also taking a cue from Lana and setting my sights on some expensive perfume. Namely, Chanel No. 5. Although, I have to admit, that Burberry Brit has a special place in my heart now too.

And I'd thought I'd have more to say, but I don't. Updates on the weekend with actual frineds will be coming soon.