Finally got to see Juno today. It was Tuesday so with my card, I got free popcorn. I used my free movie ticket too. I love Tuesdays. But I digress; the movie was spectacular. It was funny, quirky, touching and wonderfully written. I enjoyed every minute of it. Ellen Page totally deserves her Oscar nomination.
Yesterday, I left work with a sore gum. I wake up this morning with two abscesses the size of Manhattan surrounding one tooth. Just what the Tom Jones is going on here? I have had hives, toothaches, muscle aches that lasted weeks, and the mother of all flus. What gives? I’m not that old, and my last checkup was great. For some reason, I had plenty of bad karma last year, specifically the last few months. It’s a new year, and I was hoping this change would be permanent, but now the Tooth Witch got me. I believe this abscess frenzy is a manifestation of negative energy. Where that energy is coming from, I don’t know. Until I figure that out, I will submerse myself in antibiotics and rinse my dirty mouth out with bleach, err, I mean, antiseptic mouthwash.
A few weeks ago, I dreamed I was with my best friend, going to some kind of fancy soirée. We walked to her car, and when I turned to her to say something, she morphed into Eva Longoria (wearing the dress, shoes, and having luminous hair as in the picture above). Now, I have nothing against Eva, but my friend is already fantabulous and beautiful. We are in the car, taking turns driving, and both of us are getting tired. I ask her to take over driving, she does, and a few minutes later, the car starts to swerve. I catch her sleeping, and I start shaking her to wake her up. Folks, I shook her so hard that I woke myself up shaking a pillow and yelling her name. Weird. My most recent dream that had me wondering if I should take a mental health vacation was a few nights ago. I dreamed that I was looking at apartments with a realtor. I looked at a huge apartment with two outdoor spaces and another apartment that had 4 bedrooms and 3 kitchens. I was really excited about having 3 kitchens and this apartment had one decent-sized patio, plus the rent was $1000/month. I was going to make my decision but then commercials came on. It was kind of like the tv show House Hunters, only I was in it. I was curious about the meaning of this last dream, so I checked out MSN’s Dream Dictionary, and this is what I found:
1. Dreaming of a small and cramped apartment implies times ahead where you will have to work hard and persevere in order to have the lifestyle you want.
2. A large apartment, on the other hand, indicates prosperity and luxury ahead.
Interesting. I need all the prosperity and luxury I can get.
I had my first grand jury session on Friday. It’s like Vegas, what happens in session, stays in session, so I will not disclose any info. I will say this: I was elected to be the secretary. I actually said that I would be falling asleep in front of everyone and they should reconsider the appointment. That didn’t work, so I’m stuck. The room is as cold as Wisconsin, which prompts me to want to sleep. Then the attorneys start quoting from the civil code book and I am definitely in sleepy deepy land. Other than the fact that I have to outline everything the jury does, the boring legalese and chill factor, grand jury duty is not so bad. One of the jurors works near me, so instead of taking the bus, she is picking me up. Nice. I arranged to have Fridays off from work, but if it is really busy, I will come in after jury duty.
I haven’t written anything about the writers’ strike because it hasn’t really affected me. Imagine my face when it was announced that the Golden Globes ceremony is cancelled. This awards ceremony, the Emmys and the Oscar are what I live for each year. I am a movie fanatic and a TV freak, so I was devastated. When the Oscar nominations are announced, I try to see all the movies on the list, and then I make my own betting card. I know, it’s a sickness that I can’t explain. I haven’t done this for three years because I was working so many hours and didn’t have time. Now that I have a job with normal hours, I can walk to the movie theater and get my film on. Do you know what’s even better? Free popcorn on Tuesday nights. But back to the lecture at hand; I think the studios should cut them a check as back pay and then give them 3% to 5% of royalties from internet, dvd, etc. from this point forward. Actors get a percentage of royalties from new media sales written into their contract. The same consideration should be given to writers, after all, it’s their ideas brought to fruition by the producers, actors, crew, etc. And hurry up with the negotiations. I don’t want my Oscars to bite the dust.
So I got a job…finally. I am working as a pantry cook at a restaurant near my apartment. Gotta love that two minute commute. I chop things, rather, massacre food, make sauces, cure or smoke meats while listening to rock music on the radio. It’s very easy and I’m getting my chef legs back. I still think I’m slow. I haven’t cooked in a restaurant kitchen in over four years. It doesn’t matter. I like to learn new things, I learn fast and I like to work, so I look better than the lazy people they had before. The downside is that I haven’t found a part-time job to supplement the day job income. Why do I need another job? I have two words for you: student loans. I can’t defer them any longer.
