12 posts tagged “conversations”
Mom: So, did you watch True Blood?
Me: UGH, I accidentally closed my browser and couldn't get back on to the live feed...I missed half the episode!
Mom: Don't worry, Eric was only in the opening scenes.
My mother and I, discussing True Blood characters:
Mom: Ok, so who do you think is the cutest - Bill or Eric?
Me: Oh, Bill, of course.
Mom: Yes! I think so too. He's so cute. You have good taste.
Me: Oh yeaaahhhhh.
Mom: I think your dad is like Bill.
Me: WHAT? NO. THAT IS NOT AN IMAGE I WANT IN MY HEAD.
Mom: No, what I mean is, Bill is very protective of Sookie, and your dad is protective of me.
Me: PLEASE STOP.
Daddy: So, are you coming down this weekend?
Me: Yes, I am.
Daddy: Cool, cool. I have it figured out, we'll feed you peanut butter and jelly sandwiches while you're here.
Me: What?! Why would you do that? That's so mean.
Daddy: Because you eat too much of our food.
Me: But it's Father's Day!
Daddy: Yes, Father's Day. What does that have to do with anything?
Me: I don't know, maybe showing love for your child?
So, I've been receiving too many polarized comments on "How Do You Sleep?" not to make a follow-up post on it. The first two comments on my post were from females and seemed generally favorable (they didn't have anything bad to say about the song, at least). But Jared's made me laugh out loud in my cube. "Consider yourself judged. OMG :( "
It got me thinking - do all guys automatically hate this song? To test my theory, I talked to Patrick, which led to this conversation.
Pat: You need to take that bitch out of your musical diet.
Me: What, am I not allowed to enjoy mindless pop music? Have you even heard the the song?
Pat: No.
Me: Oh. Not sure if you'd like it, but it's good, I THINK. He also has another good song called "Leavin'."
Pat: STOP THE MADNESS.
Me: http://www.playlist.com/searchbeta/tracks#how%20do%20you%20sleep
Pat: No, ma'am. This isn't fair.
Me: I'm broadening your musical horizons.
Pat: You're destroying my musical horizons.
Me: But I introduced you to Metallica. You owe me.
Pat: Yah. And you're totally canceling that out by introducing me to Jesse McCartney.
Me: Just listen to it.
Pat: I am. >=( Added to the bucket list: punching Jesse McCartney in the face.
Me: What? You don't like it?
Pat: I'm listening to Sublime now to cleanse the ear flu that is Jesse McCartney.
Me: I'm gonna see if Andres likes it.
Pat: NO! DON'T SPREAD IT. IT HAS TO BE CONTAINED!
So I asked Andres if he'd heard the song, and he said yes, saying that it was worse than "Birthday Sex." (Which, if you haven't heard that song...there are no words.) Understandably, I took offense at the thought of my Song of the Week being compared to the atrocity that is "Birthday Sex." Then he went on to say that "if his songs were food, the smell would make me gag." WHY THEY BE HATIN'? It's funny because both my brother and Andres have nothing against Justin Timberlake, whose singing voice is just as girly. What, so if Jesse McCartney went on SNL and sang "Dick in a Box" and "Mother Lover," would you guys like him then?
So far, guys who hate Jesse McCartney: 3. Girls who hate Jesse McCartney: 0. Come on, people, let me know what you think. Any guys out there who at least like him and aren't afraid to admit it? Any girls who can't stand the song and want to break out of the stereotype I have going here?
Jared: my genious cannot be contained by meanfulness. er meaningfulness
Me: yes, you spelled genius wrong, genius
Me: So, what did you all do last night?
Pat: Well, we saw that Monsters vs. Aliens movie.
Me: ...wait, what? Without me?
Pat: Yeah, it was in 3D. It was really cool.
Me: (slightly miffed) Oh, well I'm glad you had fun.
Pat: Yeah. Then we went to Chili's.
Me: Wait, WHAT? You all went to Chili's?
Pat: Yeah...I didn't have anything though.
Me: Ok hold on...were you with Mom and Dad?
Pat: Oh, no, I went out with some friends.
Me: OH. Now it all makes sense. I was so confused.
My parents a. never go out on Friday night and b. hardly ever eat out (because my mom is such an amazing cook), ESPECIALLY at Chili's. I thought I was in the Twilight Zone there for a minute.
Jen: I lost my checkbook. Really responsible, I know.
Dad: (launches into lecture about using checkbooks)
Jen: I know, I know. But I have to use checks to pay the rent.
Dad: When did you notice that it was missing?
Jen: Today.
Dad: When do you last remember seeing it?
Jen: ...that's a good question, actually. I cannot answer that.
Dad: I don't know how you get around sometimes, you're so scatterbrained.
Jen: Me neither.
Pat: So, my speech teacher wants us to bring in a blank
videotape so she can tape ourselves making a speech.
Then she'll show
the entire class the tape and have them critique it.
Jen: Ouch! That's harsh. Watching yourself on tape is already a painful experience, but watching yourself in front of
the whole class?
Pat: I know. And I don't know why she's having us bring
in VHS tapes. I mean...do they even sell those anymore? I
don't even know
where to find them.
Jen: Wal-Mart? Maybe?
Pat: And she wants us to bring in a CD-R too. Who even uses CD-Rs anymore? It's DVDs now!
Jen: Yeah, and those gigasticks or whatever.
Pat: Everything she wants us to use is out-of-date.
Jen: Make sure you bring your Polaroid with you to class.
1. I LOVE this weather. I see myself having a future with this weather. I want to know what its hopes and dreams are. I want to bring it home to meet my parents.
2. My hair is officially past my shoulders. YES, THIS IS IMPORTANT ENOUGH TO BLOG ABOUT. Maybe I should never say never, but I really have no intention of cutting my hair short ever again. If I make a blog in another six months about how much I hate long hair, someone please remind me that 1. shorter hair takes longer to style, and 2. I can't do my wash, scrunch n'go hairstyle because my hair ceases to be wavy when too short.
3. Today at work:
Coworker: Do you ever hear the little "ding" that says you have email, but then you don't really have any email?
Me: Yes. It's disappointing.
Coworker: See, look at that, you're becoming a smartass.
