Monthly Archives: July 2011

Running Update

i started running again last week. this will not come a surprise to you but i hated it. my next 5K race is next month and it’ll be part trail in the august heat and i need to prepare for it. last monday was a killer 100F at 5pm and i only managed a mile of actual running and the remaining mile was spent trying to keep my shit together. not even running around hopkins’ track with beautiful coeds cheered me up. after that run i decided to give morning running a go.

wednesday morning at 5:30 it was already 75F and i managed a little more than mile, while $5wordGuy* busted out 2.5miles.

friday morning at 5:49am, which was when i opened my eyes, it was 85F. i nixed running that day. it hit 103F!

yesterday i broke down and ran on the treadmill inside. i managed 2 miles in 28 minutes with a slight incline. it looks like this week will be indoor running as the heatwave is being an unrelenting bitch. i’m not having any shin splints but my lower back is a bit sore. i am feeling a little out of sorts with this heat, lethargic and restless, as well as useless. it’s not a nice feeling.

harry potter 7 : part deux

** SPOILERS **

i came to Harry Potter late. as in, i was almost 30 by the time i finally deigned to open the first book. i had seen bits of the movies, of course, but i didn’t love it. {i still don’t}. see, i’m a Lord of the Rings fan. the movies completely brought to the life the books, which took me forever to finish, and i think i still have a number of chapters of ROTK to gloss over. for once, a movie was actually better than the books. so i’m not even going into my fandom from a child’s perspective, going on about how it was part of my childhood and now it’s over because the series has ended. no, i enjoyed the shit out of the good vs. evil theme, the action and death, and i’ll admit it, the undercurrent romance subplots.

Dirty South* had to get me the first HP book to even get me to read it. as a gift, especially from a best friend, i wasn’t going to ignore it. from the moment i read the Sorcerer’s Stone, i was hooked. i purchased the rest of the series from ebay & half.com, and wept my way thru until the very end.

i took friday off, with the intention of going to the midnight showing the night before. unfortunately, the majority of my friends could not get the day off so we delayed the viewing until Friday night. admittedly, i went to see the movie with extremely high expectations. i shouldn’t have. because i left the theater disappointed. sure, i cried when the camera panned to the dead bodies of Lupin & Tonks, as well as Fred, but the bypassing of key parts in the book left me annoyed and un-sated.

ok, i’m not in the movie industry but i am aware enough of budgets, limitations on time and cinematography, as well as what would translate well onto screen. i just feel there were key elements that were ignored, evidenced by comments from friends who questioned a few things that were not depicted on screen but detailed in the book. my comments to them have been “READ THE BOOKS” because telling them what happens is too long, plus, i would butcher it with my soapbox chatter.

since this is my space, imma tell you what i didn’t like about HP7 part ii.

1. not enough back history on Albus Dumbledore & his siblings. i had a friend who actually thought he was a bad guy.
2. the way HP appeared in the school auditorium in front of Snape, no bueno. i just did not like it. sure it saved time for him to not have to go to Ravenclaw’s common room & find the diadem in there blah blah blah, it rubbed me the wrong way.
3. what happened to the centaurs? the house elves?
4. characters and relationships. i feel that while the movie was visually stunning, it was at the sake of character interactions and relationships. i hated that the deaths of lupin+tonks and fred were not there, we just see their dead bodies. i wanted to see them fight, for themselves, for harry and for the entire wizarding community, i wanted to see their valiant deaths, not their still figures. i ship the hell out of hermione+ron, always have. their union was much celebrated but in the movies? it was rather understated and in the final movie? barely there. that’s on the romance level. longbottom + luna? i mean, REALLY??? to have him say he was batty for her and then at the very end when they did the 19 years later bit, have no mention or pan to them together on the platform with their kids? IT’S BECAUSE THEY DIDN’T END UP TOGETHER. speaking of that end scene, there was no mention of any other supporting character and what happened to them, just the assured interaction between couples hermione+ron and ginny+harry and their respective spawns going off to school. NOTHING other than a fast screen of malfoy’s wife hugging their kid, no interaction between draco & harry. wtf? basically, i wanted a COMPLETE picture of what happened to everyone, not just them 4.

typecast

i’m constant when it comes to my “type”. it’s been the same type since kindergarten. i blame Egon*. when i first laid eyes on this boy at the sweet tender age of 5 my heart was never the same again. forget the little asian drs i’m sure my grandparents & parents were expecting me to procreate with. no. i wanted a blond haired blue eyed boy, glasses a plus but optional.

let me explain something: i have plain dark brown hair, so dark that it sometimes appears blue black. there is no beautifying it, it’s straight hair, sometimes wavy if air dried, i neither have a lot or a little of it. my eyes? they’re not chocolate or coffee brown, they’re not special, they’re dark brown. they’re not even shit brown. they’re just brown. Egon’s* blond hair? it had streaks of light brown, gold and even the lightest of yellow, almost white strands running thru it. his eyes — they were an 8-colored crayon box blue. and he wore the dorkiest glasses, brown shell tortoise, and good lord if he wasn’t the cutest thing my 5 year old self ever did see. he was the sweetest and smartest boy, fixated with spaceships and robots. there was that one time he played in the kitchen with me but that was probably more because i bullied him into it. he could read at that age, have mercy if i didn’t find incredibly endearing. i chased him mercilessly during recess, he was always GOOSE if i was the DUCK and i let him catch me (eff the strategy of running around that circle fast, i wanted him to get me!) subtle i was not. but you know what? we shared our first kiss one afternoon. i learned very early on that persistence pays.

Egon* moved after 3rd grade and thank gawd for google, i did find him back in 2000, and just now again. he’s still has that slight lazy eye, mop of hair that has turned to a light brown and nerdy smile. and his eyes? they’re still a vibrant BLUE.

so now you know who my childhood crush was, who i compared grade school boys to… who i pined over while listening to Madonna, New Kids on the Block or Warrant.

in between that time and now i dated random guys: guys who made me chase them, guys who i allowed to chase me, guys the parents approved of, guys who they kicked me out of the house over, guys who were so sweet and guys who dumped me for not sleeping with them. i went thru long stretches of time where i was virtually invisible when i went out, guys would bypass me for my other friends, and moments where i didn’t know what the hell do with the influx of male attention. without fail tho, i gravitated towards the blond hair blue eyed boys. yes i’ve held hands with a beautiful half asian man, was wooed by the most gorgeous black swede i’ve ever laid eyes on and there was that one random guy who booked me a weekend trip to boston and i left him high & dry after 24 hours…

i guess bottom line, i needed to take it back to basics, i needed to go back to the things that make my heart go pitter patter. i wanted to swoon over a man who was smart, made me think, made me feel valued and above all, thought i was funny. on the flip side, when i put on my online dating profile that i wanted someone to make me guffaw, i meant the roll on the ground & get dirty, tears down my face kind of laughter. i couldn’t very well put in there that the guy had to be blond, blue eyed and at least 6″ tall (hey, i am 5″5 and i like wearing heels sometimes, this girl likes to feel dainty next to her man. i’m just saying), that’s what the screening process was for. i had guy friends scoff at me, telling me that those kinds of guys were already snatched up, or looked like trolls. that at my age (jesus if that didn’t make me want to kick them in the nuts) i had to either settle for ugly funny guy or the really bland personality but ultra hot dude.

can i be honest? i kinda sorta totally believed them. i really did think i was old, that my time was up. that my off/on decade relationship with Princess* had AGED me and RUINED my chances. shame on me. i am happy to say that despite this gawd awful feeling, i still went about the screening process like a typical head hunter, i over-analyzed and evaluated everything — down to punctuation and capitalization (nevermind that i’m atrocious at the latter). when i met $5wordGuy* i didn’t know we were going to become a Thing, i knew that i wanted it almost immediately, but did i envision that he could be nicest guy ever but then say the most obnoxious inappropriate but hilarious things ever? no. i am constantly amazed by how funny he is, how maddeningly intelligent he is, he still kicks my ass in Scrabble, he wants to learn how to ride a unicycle with me (hardcore swoon. it’s a life list for me). and when he was a child he had corn wheat blond hair, was able to read by the age of 3 (!!) and get this: wore bifocals. in essence, he was adorable. he is adorable. i am so very lucky that he found me on the interwebs.

to come: me as a type. god save us all.