I'm just an ordinary person, ya bastard

"But what do you do in your spare time?" Vay whines. We were having this argument in the car tonight. This particular post is going to be about me venting about what a bad night I've had. Yeah, and I don't care if he reads this. Good. Let's just get it out there in writing.

He thinks I'm too sensitive, but what does he do to help the situation? Say stuff like, god, get over it, I can't say anything to you without you getting offended. And then he compares me to his exes, how they used to tell him to "shut up" and "you've said that already", and how that was a good thing, since it meant that they had an open, honest relationship. Oh really, is that how you go about it? Insulting each other, but being nice about it. Oh honey, you're such an annoying prick, but I love you, and that's why I'm telling you, because no one else will? Gee, that's logical.

Which brings me to something else he's said tonight - yes, apparently this was a major thing for him. The fact that quite possibly, we're too different. He thinks I'm too serious, whereas he's laid back, without a care in the world, as if that's somehow better. And for some reason, he brings up the old issue about what hobbies I have after work. Which, I admit, aren't many, only because I only have time for eating, having a shower and reading a few chapters of the Dark Tower series before bed. I don't go online much, as you've probably noticed, but what does that matter? Shouldn't it be my choice how I spend my time? Apparently his point was, he didn't want me to put him on a pedestal and not have anything else to look forward to, or have any other interests, per se. And that just goes to show that he knows fuck all about me. And he doesn't do all that much different after work either, so why is he being a hypocrite about it?

And finally, he brings up how he wishes that we had been friends first before getting into a relationship. He's forgotten how we used to talk online even before we got together, for god's sake. Well obviously we're different people. But that doesn't mean that we can't be sensitive and understanding of each other, instead of being constantly critical. Take a leaf out of John Legend's Ordinary People ya bastard. It's your bloody song. I found myself having to defend myself against what he was saying, and I shouldn't have to. He made it sound as if he regretted this whole relationship business, and that if he had known I was like this (whatever this is, I don't know, being myself? Oh god forbid I should be myself), maybe he wouldn't have been with me. I don't know, he's a selfish and stubborn dickhead, and I wouldn't recommend him to anyone.

Just for the record, I do have other interests, and if I had the time, money and/or motivation to do some of these things, I would. So in no particular order:

• Botanical drawing: The Royal Botanical Gardens is having an awards exhibition showcasing illustrations. I might see if they're offering courses for beginners. Watercolouring would follow from this at some stage, maybe once I've developed more skill.
  
  
• Flower arranging/bouquets: This is related to my fascination with flowers I think. I'm planning to enrol in a short course from Pearsons, but it's a bit pricey.
  
  
• Embroidery: I went through a knitting phase once, but didn't get the hang of it, so I gave up. Yeah, just like that. Hee hee. I've always loved embroidered things though, and it looks easy enough. I feel like getting one of those starter kits.
  
  Homer: You tried your best and failed miserably. The lesson is: Never try.
  
  
• Interior decorating: This is one of those things I've been meaning to try once I move out. I think I'd be a good colour/design consultant - I helped Vay pick out furniture from Ikea, and thank god I was there, god, who knows what crap he would have bought.
  
  
• Scrapbooking: I was a bit hesitant about doing this since it seemed like a fad everyone was into a while ago. I suppose I could do this now though.
  
  
• Graphology, Palmistry, Physiognomy: These are what I call the soft, intuitive sciences, if that makes sense. I've got a few books on these, and I've been meaning to ask people to be my test subjects. Especially Vay, but not that he would have any idea, would he?
  
  
• Journalling: A lot of my previous work on this blog were extensions of my journals that I kept earlier on. I've only got a diary of notes these days. When I'm tired of this blog I'll publish a book out of it. Yes, it was meant to be a surprise, but the bastard's ruined it.
  
  
• Blogging: The blog where I critique the beauty products I've tried. I haven't updated that one for a while. Probably should, I've just been lazy. That blog satisfies my need to put in my two cents worth.
  
  
• Collecting stuff: Stuffed toys (especially chimps and gorillas, and unusual ones like rats), business cards from restaurants I've eaten at, crystals, books, miniature perfumes, teas, coins, journals/notebooks.
  
  
• Physical activities: Bet you weren't expecting this were you? I've never been much of a sports chick - that's why this one's last on the list - but you'll be surprised to know I'm actually interested in activities like snooker/pool, inline skating, mini golf, petanque, orienteering, aerobics/aqua-aerobics, pilates and just plain walking. So shove that up your pipe and smoke it.
  

Also, I've been doing origami for a while too, but once again, he had to stuff it up by ruining the surprise I had for him due to his own ignorance.

So there you have it hun, things you never even bothered to find out about me, ya ignorant bastard. Love you too.

Unexpected pleasures

"Let's face it, you're backblogged." It was Vay in the car, telling me how I often talk about posting something or other, and never actually getting around to doing it. And now as I'm trying to string together a few sentences while fighting the temptation to browse youtube, he distracts me by saying:

"A bit out of practice, aren't ya?" Well ya ain't helping ya bastard. And it's half his fault, he used to whine about how he felt obligated to be online for me, so I stopped coming online, just to spite him. Hee hee, worked a treat for a while, before I discovered the joys of reading. That's right, that's what I've been up to pretty much every night in between me posts. That, and watching the Masterchef series. Funny that, because I was really bagging that out as it was first being promoted. Well it's obviously a rip off from Iron Chef, I thought. But I was wrong. It's such an original format, and you can see how each person develops over the weeks. And I'm pretty much addicted, (sorry hun, you know those times I said I should go home...?). Even my dad's caught on, "God it's annoying, now she comes home early just to watch it. How am I supposed to watch my chapters?" It's that good, I'm telling ya.

But back to the other distraction. Amazingly enough, Vay's got me hooked on another series. A series of 7 books I like to call Stephen King's The Dark Tower. Now this isn't something I'd normally be into, and it took some encouraging from him to get me into it. And like my initial reaction to the Masterchef series, I was doubtful. How's this supposed to compare to Stephenie Meyer's Twilight series?

"Ugh, well it's nothing like that. It's better, just read the first book already", Vay insisted. And once again, I was proved wrong. Rather annoyingly too. But the point is, I've become engaged in the saga, probably more so than I ever was with Twilight, and that's saying something. That's saying something big. The first novel, "The Gunslinger" felt a bit hard to read, and I was about to abandon it, but I'm so glad I persevered with it. Vay was already ahead of me by 2 and a half books or so, and in the space of a couple of months, I've caught up to and read past him. God I'm good. "Can I have it on the weekends at least?" asks Vay. Well... I guess you c.... no.

Apparently they're making a movie, to be directed by JJ Abrams. I'd rather a tv series be done, to do it justice, and to allow for the plot and the characters to develop properly. But no. It's going to be fucked up. I just know it. Stephen King sold the rights to it for $19, what do you expect?

Principal Skinner: Now I... I finally have time to do what I've always wanted: write the great American novel. Mine is about a futuristic amusement park where dinosaurs are brought to life through advanced cloning techniques. I call it "Billy and the Cloneasaurus."
Apu: Oh, you have got to be kidding sir. First you think of an idea that has already been done. Then you give it a title that nobody could possibly like. Didn't you think this through...
[fade to later]
Apu: ... it was on the bestseller list for eighteen months! Every magazine cover had...
[later]
Apu: ... one of the most popular movies of all time, sir! What were you thinking?
[pause]
Apu: I mean, thank you, come again.

Anyway, I've even made my own cast list, with Viggo Mortensen as Roland (I'd throw Clint Eastwood in there somewhere), James McAvoy for Eddie, Halle Berry for Susannah and Haley Joel Osment for Jake. And I've searched for fan trailers on youtube, and ordered a special book, that not even Vay knows about. Ugh, now he's gonna ask me about it. Hmm, I might be a teensy weensy obsessed.

And who would've thought I'd owe all this unexpected pleasure to him? Aye, so I do.