I’ve been sick with a nasty cough and chest congestion for the past 3 days, so I’m not much in the mood for writing right now. However, I don’t want to break my New Years Resolution, so I’ll just say that the Golden Globes were pretty good tonight and that I’m really happy Colin Farrell won for In Bruges because it was an amazing movie.
Good night all!
As the title implies (or rather blatantly states) I am still sick from an apparent stomach virus. Thus, I am limited to a diet of homemade soup and toast. However, tonight, I did venture out to some spinach and artichoke dip and a caesar salad from French Market Bistro. I may regret that soon, but I enjoyed the food while I was eating.
In my state of sickness, I’ve been rather lazy even though it’s against my newfound unlaziness. I’ve been mostly just reading and watching movies. The three movies I’ve watched lately have been 12 Monkeys, About Schmidt, and Adaptation.
12 Monkeys is an incredibly weird sci-fi movie. I typically am not a huge fan of the sci-fi genre, but this particular movie was an exception to my taste. I thoroughly enjoyed the movie. I firmly believe that a movie is good and enjoyable if it sticks with me after I watch it. This one stuck.
About Schmidt was rather boring, but nevertheless a rather true-to-life, bittersweet tale. This one did not stick though. It was interesting and somewhat poignant, but not a movie I’d choose to watch again.
Adaptation, however, is a movie I feel that I must watch again. It was so incredibly well thought out, and, in fact, slightly confusing, that I believe this one will take multiple viewings for me to get the full effect. I typically enjoy those types of movies – the ones that you get more and more out of each time you watch them. If a movie makes me think, and I mean really think, then I’m usually happy.
Other than the movies, the book, and dinner, I also went to the Apple store with Good Looking to get him his very first Apple computer. As a rather avid Apple fan myself, I was more than happy that he has finally entered the world of Macintosh. Steve Jobs, you’re my hero!
Furthermore, I woke up at 8:30 this morning. No, that was not a typo. Let me spell it out just you can get the full effect: I woke up at eight-thirty AM this morning. I’m not sure how and I’m not sure why, but I certainly feel like my day has been more productive because of it. Perhaps my own body is helping me to achieve my New Years Resolutions.
And one last thing. I forgot to mention an 8th New Years Resolution. I own about 500 movies. Of those 500 movies, I still have not seen 212 of them. Thus, my resolution is to watch all the movies I own and have not seen before 2010. Wish me luck!
I’ve had a nasty cold for the past few days that has been making this trip to Florida slightly less than par. It is however brought back up to par, given the presence of Good Looking, Stupid, and Stupid’s and my parents. (Sidenote: Stupid isn’t really stupid, she’s actually very smart. She was simply the unlucky recipient of a very mean nickname, but I feel I would confuse you if I changed it now. So I’ll just tell you why I can’t change it.)
Back to the cold… when I woke up this morning, I had a nasty array of sores on my nose, compliments of my sickness. Due to my allergies, I have had these sores in the past. We’ve always gone to the doctor and gotten some prescribed cream to put on them, but being four hours away from the doctor’s office, this was not exactly possible. So we decided on the next best option: a walk-in-clinic.
When we arrived, there were four other people in the waiting room (two of whom were a couple). After a short period of only 2 and a half hours, all of those people had made it to the back room, where they likely waited another two or so hours to actually get seen by the doctor. I, however, was still in the original waiting room with my mother.
During that two and a half hour period, Good Looking and Stupid were with us for about an hour. We went shopping in the surrounding shops and ended up buying a puzzle, a book, and some sticky notes (the latter two were for Mother). Then Mother and Stupid walked to the Winn Dixie close by to get the groceries they needed for dinner tonight. Stupid and Good Looking brought them back to the condo, unloaded them, ate lunch, and we were still at this walk-in clinic.
Well, while just my mother and I were at the clinic, we made a couple friends with some of the people that had come in after us. A husband and wife joined us in the waiting room and began complaining that it was taking too long after a mere ten minutes. Apparently the wife thought that walk-in clinic meant walk in, get treated and walk out. Boy was she in for a rude awakening.
After they began complaining, my mother informed them that we had been in there for nearly three hours and that they shouldn’t expect to go back any time soon. While waiting, we watched each of the three women behind the desk go get lunch or groceries. Upon the entering of the lady with groceries, the wife exclaimed that if she were to go shopping anywhere, it would be the liquor store, where she would buy us all tequila. She even offered to make us margaritas for the wait.
Still another few minutes later, a one-armed man walked out of the back area. We had never seen this man before, so we knew he must have been back there for quite some time. He rushed out of the doors but was summoned back by the two ladies behind the counter.
“Sir, sir you have to come to this window to pay! It’s a $20 co-pay for you.”
The man walked back inside the doors and walked up to the window. He told them that there was no way he was going to pay them that money after he had waited there for over three hours. They told him once again that he had to pay the money.
“I’m not paying you anything! You have my address! Bill me and I’ll send you a check!”
As he stormed out the doors, muttering under his breath, the two ladies tried to tell him that they don’t accept checks. I don’t think the man heard.
When we finally hit the three hour mark, Mother decided to call the doctor’s office and ask them to call in a prescription to a local Rite Aid. After all, I have had these sore before. Within minutes, I had a prescription and Good Looking and Stupid came by to pick us up.
I wasted three hours of my life at this clinic. At least I was somewhat entertained.
My Poor Toe
November 3, 2008 — JamieSo, about 20 or so minutes ago, I accidentally opened a door on my toe, thus ripping the nail off of it almost entirely. For the first few minutes, I couldn’t look at it, nor did I want anyone else to, and I most certainly did not want to talk about. But while I lay on Good Looking’s roommate’s bed, clinching his pillows and sheets in my hands, Good Looking and his roommate stood at my foot, debating whether “that red stuff” was blood or old toe nail polish. I’m sorry, but at that point I did not care! Anyway, needless to say, I am in much pain right now, and as a major wimp, I feel the need to tell everyone that I am in pain in order to gain as much sympathy as possible. If it will help me to gain more sympathy, I should also tell you that I’m recovering from a slight illness, some sort of stomach bug. So please, send me some well wishes.
Now, I suppose I owe everyone an explanation. And by everyone, I mean the one or two people that still check this thing once a week, month or year. I know I’ve been slacking on the writing lately, but I promise I have a good reason. You see, my ratings went down. Each day, I gauge my ratings by the number of people that visit my blog. Luckily, WordPress has this cool little tool that tells me how many people visit my blog each day. Well, my numbers kept dwindling, and Good Looking’s numbers kept going up. He would check his blog multiple times a day and inform me that “so far, 57 people have checked it.” As exciting as that is, it also sort of bummed me out.
Okay, it really bummed me out. Enough so that I quit writing for a while. To learn that your competition gets a steady 50 viewers a day when you get a stead 6-8 viewers on a GOOD day is slightly disheartening. But, if it will make you feel any better, I can also give some excuse like the fact that I’ve been incredibly busy. You see I’ve been trying out this thing called “college.” I’m trying to see if I like it. So far it’s been pretty crazy and sometimes difficult usually with a lot of work, but I think it’s the thing for me. So that’s been occupying my time. And as a part of this “college” thing, I’ve been having to work on student film sets that usually last… well pretty much all day long. So that leaves almost no time for writing. I mean — absolutely no time for writing. I didn’t have any time at all!
But, the good news is that I’m back. Or at least I think that’s good news. I don’t know, you tell me. Would you like me to keep writing, or just quit forever? I’ll assume that no comments means quit forever. Now, should I get at least one comment (it can’t be from Good Looking) telling me that I should continue writing, I must inform you of this: I cannot promise that I will write every day, or even every week. But I will most certainly do my best to keep up with it!