I love how when I tell my best friend about a hot guy these days she has to ask "Is he straight?"

Given my ever increasing carnal lust for Johnny Weir, she probably has a point.

It's over...but at least I found the real gold nugget.

It's just cruel to have Chinese New Year and Valentine's on the same day, followed by Family Day right after.....that's two days in a row that I am doubly, triply reminded that I have no lover and no family here. THANKS.

My childhood friend who I haven't seen in over a year came to visit though, so it's been lovely.

She counts as a lover and family. And made up for the overdose of flakiness from various other people this weekend:

1) This flake of a guy who asked for my number barely remembered that I gave it to him, then invited me to a party, of which he never got back to me with details about

2) My flake of a best friend invited me over for a CNY dinner, then backed out when I told her I could make it, which is fair enough considering her brother is visiting, but it makes me wonder, why ask in the first place (WHY) if you're going to end up making me feel like an idiot?

3) My flake of a housemate took off without doing half of the dishes like we agreed, as well as leaving me with an empty fridge even though he promised to get groceries. His girlfriend wrote an apology and some excuse on a scrappy piece of paper. I wrote "Fuck You" over it, tore it up and binned it. What, I needed some kind of outlet.

I'm not as pissed off as I sound, don't worry. I splurged on so much good food, explored good parts of the city, and spent quality time with someone I love dearly. It's all good. Heck, I don't even mind that I'm alone in the house now.....god knows I need some off-time from a house of 5 people. It was all driving me a bit mad to be honest. C is convinced I'm going to murder them all one day. The boys, at least. I say, he should be glad I haven't already.

Schmalentine's

Perhaps out of subconscious rebellion, my friend and I watched this

A reminder that guys are more likely to be funny douchebags than Mr. Darcies

this is a drunk post

i don't get it

i always seem to go for the flakes

he's not even that cute

geez

I am listening to the soundtrack of this:

Whilst writing a paper about this:

It's fitting.

More on my love and obsession with these later.

Repost

In the wake of Salinger's death, I remembered this somewhat unrelated review I wrote when I was 15. I still agree with it....I don't know if this means I was a precocious 15 year old or am now a 15 year old 20 year old. Either way....I'm still right. And I have a problem with people who have a problem with Holden being whiny and hate the book because of it.....no shit he's a whiner, isn't that the point. But there's a good way to do it and a bad way....and Charlie does the latter.

I recently finished 'The Perks of Being a Wallflower', because practically everyone raves about it. I actually came across the poem long before---that I loved. So when I realised it was part of a book, I wanted to read that too.

So don't get me wrong---it's not like I hate the book or anything. I even quite like it. But I really don't see the whole craze thing that comes with it. And the whole comparison with 'The Catcher in the Rye', which is my favourite book. I mean I can see where people are coming from when they say that, with the whole teenager growing up thing....but there are a ton of books out there like that. But that's not really my point, because I happen to like those kind of books, similar and cliched as they might be. They don't mess with your brain as much, which is why they make a good read if you're in the mood.

I think my main problem with this book, the thing that put me off, was Charlie. Again, I don't hate him---I think he's very sweet and all, but the thing is, throughout the entire book, I had to keep reminding myself that this boy was 16 years old. This boy, who cries half the fucking time and is all quiet and profound, 16. For me, it wasn't believable at all. I kept imagining him more like 13, or even 12. I mean despite him reading all those novels, and fooling around with girls---he just seemed like a mature, quirky, sweet 13 year old. 14 at the most. But fucking 16? As a 16 year old, I just found him insanely naive for some reason, and just horribly annoying and clingy. Like a puppy or something. I guess he's really supposed to be sensitive and nice, and thinking all the time---I got that sure, but it wasn't the same. It didn't fit right y'know? So towards the end I kind of got sick of him crying, and sick of having to pause and tell myself he was 16, 16, 16.......

Overall, I still like it I guess. But maybe that's only because of the book's original mass opinion. I liked the mixtape he made, with the list of wintery songs. I'm probably going to burn one myself, for this Christmas. Is that sad? I think it is, but I like those songs. I think it's pretty neat how Chbosky included them and the bands.

The funny thing is, now that I think of it, if this Charlie existed in real life, I'd probably like him a lot. Whereas with Holden Caulfield, if he existed in real life, I'd probably hate him. I mean as a literary character I like him a lot, but God if I ever actually met him, what a bastard. It's strange, but in a way it makes sense. I don't really know how to explain it though.