2 hours later...

Still at work. Still bored. Still haven't done any of the homework I had planned on. My bag is stuffed with school shit that I really don't feel like doing. Not that its too bad of work, and the idle 2 hours i have left of my job could really be used in a way so i dont have to spend my free time reading mindless reader bullllshit.........
But yet again, I have been distracted by the internet.

This site makes me sick.


Or want to be in love. Either one. But mostly sick.

Liz sent the link to me (she is also bored at work). It's a site with photographers- I think found on Flikr- who were told to take 5 images of the "thing, person, being" they loved most. Most of the photos are ones of significant others, with little handwritten notes like "MY OTHER HALF" flashed boldly in black and white, before the photographs.

yuck.
This weekend has been a blur of sentimental nonsense.

Yesterday, Sierra and I decided to bike into Berkeley in the hopes of seeing a film that would take our minds off of anything to do with school, life, or lack of love. We settled on a mindless chickflick "hes just not that into you" or whatever It was called.

I dont even really remember. That should say enough.

Probably the most fluff i've seen in a while, If it had ended the way it should have, all the dumb blubbering girls would have been shown alone...crying and stuffing their faces with endless pints of Ben and Jerry's while they watching Bridget Jones Diary...alone...with tissues... clothed in ill-fitting sweatpants... on their couches...alone. A L O N E.

Instead it ended with a compilation of vomit enducing scenes ranging from marriage proposals- not that I wasn't expecting that- to blubbering happy couples who finally "found" that special someone.

Give us a break. This is a movie that singletons go to watch to up our self esteem. Make it at least realistic, so for those of us who watch it to feel better about our lack of love don't leave feeling worse.
Well we left and immediately spotted a frozen yogurt joint across the street, which we were in desperate need of after being hit with dose of intense shit.
This site just intensifies this feeling of shit.

enjoy.