Life happens.

Life has been crazy busy and I have not made time for myself. But at least I am able to prioritize some things. Because nothing makes me happier than presents. 🙂

Great Expectations

There was a time in my life in which I was a bit of a movie snob. My movie choices were either indie or foreign. Most of the mainstream movies I took in were a result of my three best friends. These besties taught me to appreciate the hilarity of Will Ferell and the vulgarity if Sasha Baron Cohen.

Sunday afternoons were reserved for me. I would sneak off to the theater and watch some wonderfully romantic, indie, weird ass movie all on my own. I felt such a rush being there alone about to enjoy something amazing and not having to worry about loud boy noises. Even in my previous marriage, I occasionally indulged in this ritual. That is till Matthew.

With one weekend of Marvel filled movies he knocked the snob out of me from here to next Tuesday. And it did not stop there we had weekends filled with the the Aliens trilogy and the Terminator movies. Slowly I began to love and crave the action film. If Jason Stathom is in it, I’ll probably want to watch it.

For months now at the CD Exchange I have been eyeing Mega Shark vs Crocosaurus. Matthew laughs every time I being it up because he thinks I’m kidding. Kind of like when I mention loud enough for everyone to here that they do indeed have a copy of High School musical. I have dreams of the awesomeness that is mega shark fighting a ginormous croc.

As I was channel surfacing (four day weekend, bitches!) I stumbled across the movie at the very beginning. This joy lasted about 15 minutes. I’m not sure what I was thinking but I’m not proud and little embarrassed. Jaleel White should be embarrassed too.

“Not my prison shank!”

Sometimes I mess with my face. I’ll scrub it a bit to hard with the clarisonic or I’ll pick at something (the latter I believe to be a result of lacking control in other aspects of my life). In my defense, I thought this tiny white spot by my eye was an overproduction of collagen that sometimes results from either too much moisturizer or using one that is not appropriate for your skins level of hydration. So I messed with it two days ago and today as I was trying to move my hair out of my face I scratched the crap out of it. The result is this weird red oval that I swear looks like tear drop tattoo near my eye (see pic with pink arrow).

I feel incredibly self conscious and I am sure everyone is staring. Not sure if I should right my memoir about finding Jesus and rehabilitation or if I should just sit at my desk and song Crossroads. Sigh.