Ketchup Time

No no, not the condiment. I need to catch up on my blog, rather. The title of this blog is a bad attempt at trying to incorporate humor as an antedote to boredom. A night at home alone makes a girl a little stir crazy - thus the birth of ketchup. So, I promised to document my magic and it's never late than better. Strike that. Reverse it. Made you think!

I am a dork at heart. It is what it is.

Let me preface this blog by saying it's late. As stated above, I've spent the night alone and I write this after watching Brokeback Mountain for the third time yet the first time in three years and outside of a theatre. I concur with my original take on the movie: it is phenomenal. For those of you closed minded folk who opt not to watch solely based on the small element of homosexuality you are missing out. It is truly an affecting movie. You will be satisfied having devoted 2 hours of your personal time on the movie, not that I'd expect anyone outside of the film and television industry to devote non-personal time to the flick. The drama is painfully enlightening. You have to look beyond the fact that two sexy boys are fondling one another. I will admit at times during the movie I fantasize I am Ledger's character, Ennis. How fortunate for him to get to simulate sex acts with Jake Gyllenhall. [pause for 1 minute]

Despite that gush of warm blood that just circulated through my body it is Co-old outside. The tips of my fingers and toes are white and remain white sometimes hours after I have become victimized by my couch. Should I be worried? Note to self: webmd this later.

Back to it, shall we? Below are events, moments that illuminated my day for the past few:

Friday the 23rd: Everyone has moments of weakness. Yes everyone including those I hold in high regard. On a lighter note, a fun lesson of the night was learning that sometimes when things don't go according to plan, yet somehow everything falls in it's right place (props to Radiohead), things really are sometimes meant to be. I also learned that Dancing Queen is only a fun song to sing in the privacy of your own car or home not in front of a karaoke crowd. I discovered the vocals "you can dance" should only be sung by a musical professional. While the twin and I performed in front of a crowd of 23 I am pretty sure I could hear little Jerry howling from his grave. RIP little mister.

Saturday: The beauty of a lazy day. I am a creature of go and get done. I feel like if I am not doing someting, at all times, I am not living life to its fullest. I spent the day amongst two of my favorite people and could not have wished for a better day. We did very little of anything in particular. Also, the lead actor in Slumdog Millionaire tests my fascination with Jake G.

Sunday: Respect warm weather. Today the cold was literally painful. A little triva: at the end of the movie Back to the Future I, Doc converts this into fuel? Give up. Trash. Anyone thinking what I'm thinking? Genius! We could solve two of our country's biggest crisis' with one easy solution. Now who's got the DeLorean?

Monday: Not to take any moment for granted. I've lost time inadvertently by selfishly fretting, analyzing, worrying, being stubborn. Also realized that while I enjoy poking fun at the snuggie, those bundles of warmth really are practical. I was that frustrated girl depicted in the infomercial. You know the one, struggling with her blanket while trying to answer the phone.

Tuesday: Learned to appreciate the alone time. Here I am.

For the record it's currently 27 degrees yet it feels like 2. Goodnight readers.






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