Looks like Brangelina finally welcomed the golden messiah twins to the world yesterday. And they were lucky enough to get a twofer - a boy and a girl. When I have kids, I kind of like the idea of popping out a two for the price of one pregnancy - especially when it's one of each. Done and done. Would be nice.
Apparently the girl is named Vivienne Marcheline and the boy is Knox Leon. I guess they're not the kind of parents to name their children simple names like Sally or Bobby. Can't wait to see the photos of the newest genetic lottery winners. I'm sure they're super cute.
Since I seem to have boobs on the brain today (see previous post), I have to get this off my chest (bad pun intended! badumbump! I'm here all night, folks!). I think it's such a rip off that bras cost so much. I was walking through the mall tonight, running some errands, when I saw a huge sign for 50-70% off at La Vie En Rose. Anyone who knows me knows that I never pay retail for anything if possible. I like nice things, but I will totally wait for a sale. That's the one thing I have the will power to do.
So I go in and look around. There's actually a lot of bras that are 50% off, so I start looking for some in my size. The thing that amazes me is that even after 50% off, some of these bras are still like $20! Really? For a friggin bra? For something that uses so little fabric? I cringe at the thought of people paying full price for it. That's insane. In my cheapass mind, they should be $20 regular and $10 on sale. But the fact is, no matter where you go, they cost the same. So whenever there's a sale, I try to stock up.
I tried on a bunch of them and as it turned out, the two cheapest bras of the bunch were the ones I didn't get. Cheap bras really do suck. They're ill-fitting and have weird shaped cups, so you wind up looking like you either have zero support whatsoever, or else you wind up with pointy boobs, which isn't attractive anywhere, at all. Or else they have dumb designs on them or use crap like lace, which is actually kind of irritating against the skin. I'm not a fan of lace.
Anyway, in all of the frenzy and excitement of getting 50% off, I somehow wound up walking out of the store having bought $100 worth of bras and underwear. Wtf did I do?! I can't believe I spent that much on something like that. See, that's my problem. I'm cheap, but I also spend a lot of money sometimes. Ugh. But I did get some really cute stuff. I'm such a sucker.
The only thing more annoying than Jessica Simpson is Jessica Simpson singing country music. The world did sooo not need that in the least. I haven't even heard it but I'm already sick of it and completely against it. She should just stick to what she does best - promoting fast food. Seriously, would you rather listen to her shouting the lyrics to some hootenanny hoedown, or hawk some buffalo wings? Yeah, me too.
And dayum, is she ever looking kinda rough in this photo. Embracing her inner country redneck southern belle thing - is it me, or does she pass for Britney Spears here - from the crazy Sam Lutfi & Adnan Ghalib days? Girlfriend's been knocking back the chicken and waffles apparently. Or else this is just one superunflattering shot. I'm not one to talk though. I knock back my fair share of foods that aren't making me any skinnier, but then, I'm not dumb enough to put myself in the public eye. HAH!
Along with birds, I generally don't like bugs anything that flies around me. As I was walking with some coworkers yesterday, they noticed a whole bunch of dragonflies high above our heads, just buzzing around. They were all into them for whatever reason (weirdos!! hehe), but I just wanted to get the hell out of the way, fast.
Fast forward to this afternoon when I went walking over to Starbucks for some iced tea. Unlike yesterday, these dragonflies were not flying high above. Unfortunately for me, they were flying all around me, at eye level. It was a nightmare - I was freaking out and dodging them left and right, and letting out a few not-quite silent screams in the process.
I never noticed before how they look like tiny helicopters flying around. If it weren't so hellish, I might actually think they were cool. But at the end of the day, it's a bug. And I don't like bugs. At all. I've been known to let out some ear-piercing shrieks at the sight of a spider... ugh... getting the heebie-jeebies just thinking about it! This is probably why I don't like camping.
Why is it that most luxury cars are driven by people who can't drive? Honestly, what is the deal with that? Every time I'm out driving, there'll be a Mercedes or Audi or whatever in front of me, and the driver is going like 40km in a 50km zone, or is driving dangerously close to the line and about to sideswipe someone, or they're trying to turn left at the light, but wasting plenty of opportunities to turn because they seem to want it completely clear before they'll go.
It's such a waste of a nice car to have some moron who can't drive in it. Like, it's an insult to the manufacturers and nothing but disrespect to the car itself. I'm sure that BMW executives cringe when they see people driving their cars 10km below the speed limit. Like, come ON! I don't care how much money these people have, if they're going to drive like that, then they may as well go buy a Corolla. At least they won't have spent ridiculous amounts of money to do the same crappy driving.
On the flipside, I always find it funny to see a souped-up Neon pull up beside me. You know, how they'll have a gigantic ill-fitting, makes-no-sense whatsoever spoiler on the back that's more like an airplane wing. The rims will be shiny and there'll be all these race car decals all over the place, and that car itself is lowered. But you know what? It's still a friggin Neon, buddy!
Let's not pretend that it's something it's not. It's a Dodge Neon, and no matter how much you try to juice it up, it's still a Neon. Like, I'm not going to go buy a dress from Old Navy, sew some stuff on it, and walk around like I'm wearing Chanel. Seriously, give me a break. If you're going to drive a Neon, then drive a Neon and own up to it!
Was walking outside earlier and this car drove past me slowly and the driver was blasting his music super loud. However, he was blasting the lamest music ever. I believe it was "It Must've Been Love" by Roxette. Yes, Roxette, from the early 90s. Wtf? Who blasts that out loud? If you're going to be in a nice car and cranking the volume really high, then you've got to have the right music to blast.
I've seen many a car drive by with some embarrassing music blaring out of it. I just want to walk up to the car, open the door, and shut that crap off. No one wants to hear Huey Lewis and The News or Billy Joel, okay?
Obviously you can listen to any kind of music you want - anything! But if you're going to listen to stuff like that, then do yourself and us a favour, and keep the windows shut. I admit I have my 80s music that I'll listen to while I'm driving - but I will totally keep the windows closed, especially if I'm going to sing along to it. No one needs to hear me singing along to Journey! It's just kind of sad..
I'm not sure what it is, but people on the street are always asking me for directions. Like, always. Even when I'm on vacation, people will ask me how to get somewhere. It's really strange. I guess it means that either 1) I look like an approachable person, or 2) I look like I know where I'm going.
I definitely get a lot of questions on how to get somewhere on transit. And I hardly ever take transit if I don't have to. I don't know what it is. I don't mind it either. I kinda like talking to tourists sometimes. If I detect any sort of British accent, then I will extend the conversation for as long as I can. heh.
When I'm on vacation, I don't really like asking for directions. I always feel like a bit of a tool. I hold off as long as possible. The only problem is that I'm terrible at reading maps, so inevitably I have to ask someone anyway. I found that the least friendly place I've ever visited was London, England. Everyone seemed to be kind of cold and wouldn't look you in the eye. Or maybe it was just me! The people that I did stop for directions seemed really annoyed. I guess I don't know how to pick 'em.
Doves: There Goes The Fear
If I had an office with a door to shut, then I'd crank this up on full volume. My favourite pick-me-up song.
A friend was telling me about how some of her coworkers mentioned that before they go out drinking, they like to take a Pepcid AC tablet. When she asked them why, they wouldn't really say, for some reason. But one of them is a pharmacist, so there's got to be a logical reason for it. We were thinking that maybe it's a preventative measure so that you don't get a hangover or something. She still couldn't figure out why they did it, so I googled it.
It turns out that the reason they take the Pepcid AC is because they're asian and they probably turn really red in the face when they drink. This is called Alcohol Flush Reaction, or what's commonly known as "the asian flush". I think I get a bit of this too, but apparently not nearly as bad as some people get it. My face is always kind of red anyway, so I don't know if it's alcohol or something else for me. But anyway, lots of people have this problem, but asians in particular suffer from it. It's essentially an allergic reaction to alcohol.
I'm not going to go through the explanation of how the Pepcid AC helps exactly, but basically, if you take it 30 minutes prior to drinking, it'll help control the redness so that you don't look like a tomato.
U2 - Beautiful Day
This song never gets old, and it always puts me in a better mood than whatever my current state is. Hope you have a beautiful Sunday.
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