well, ladies and germs, it's done. i have secured my first apartment. i can't believe it. i'll be living way far east in north east. the location is not optimal but the place is amazing! i managed to secure a 2 bed/2 bath with a washer and dryer and a dishwasher and a patio and a storage room (as if i have anything to store!) all for a very reasonable price.
another reason i took this is because the guy and i had a pretty serious talk about the future...again. i was more open to what he saying. the truth is that commitment scares me. it was very hard for me to accept that someone may actually want to spend the rest of their life with me...that i was deserving of such a commitment eluded me. so while it no longer eludes, that doesn't mean i'm not still a little weirded out by the thought. but i listened and as corny as this sounds i really listened with my heart and i heard him. i heard his commitment and that was truly moving. the weirdest part is that i believed him. i completely believe him. this is so bizarre. i'm going to quit talking now.
shout out to my friends: the convo with the guy made me realize i don't really express enough how important you all are to me. each and every person has influenced me in some way, some good way. thank you all. it also amazes me how kind others are to me when i feel i don't give nearly as much. thank you all. you're amazing people.
enough with the sap. i'm watching '16 blocks'. man, that mos def is hot. but, er, um, i love my man. *grin.
Friday, June 30, 2006
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
'i love you'
tonight was the first time josh ever said that to me without me saying it first.
i love him so much i think my heart may explode sometimes. it's crazy.
i love him so much i think my heart may explode sometimes. it's crazy.
finalfuckingly
Update, update. Hmmm…what do I have to update? I am not entirely sure. I received a mysterious comment saying I needed to quit having fun and update my livejournal. Ok, ok.
I’ve seen a few movies in the last month; not nearly at the rate I used to but I suppose being in a relationship does take away all the free movie-watching time. Sigh. I really can’t complain; the time has been taken up with other things like kissing. Lots and lots of kissing. But enough about that part of me.
The biggest thing I suppose I’ve done was be the maid of honor in my oldest friend’s wedding. That was trippy! We’ve been friends since we were twelve and I don’t mind telling you – I doubt I’ll ever be in anyone else’s wedding but my own (!). The week of the wedding was an interesting one, frought with all the emotion you hear about that comes with wedding planning: angst, frustration, sweat (literally!), joy, laughter, tears (of both sadness and happiness), grief, etc.
I first got to NC on 5/31. Her mom put all of us up in the nice, no NICE, lake house on Lake Lure. Those who don’t know it – it’s near the famous Chimney Rock, NC. If you don’t know Chimney Rock then how about this: it’s about 45 minutes west of Asheville, NC. If you don’t know Asheville, well, then I just feel sorry for you. Moving on…I had a pretty good time there! I ate way too healthily to be on vacation as the groom to be and his brother were master grillers and they like veggies, unlike myself. The groom’s parents came with his brother all the way from Japan. I liked his mom a lot! She didn’t speak much English but she really communicated, out of everyone, in my opinion, the true essence of preparing for a marriage. She was very helpful doing any and everything to help out. She was always smiling and laughing. She was just the best! The father was a little grumpy but still nice. The brother was really cute and nerdy in a Japanese way. I don’t know if that translates to anyone but me but…that’s my opinion. So while there I also took my first turn at kayaking. I loved it! Honestly, I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to fit into the boat. I’ve got body issues, no doubt. Anyway, I hope that I get to do that again cuz it was fuuuun! Otherwise, I got to swim in a lake, something I hadn’t done in years. Pretty much, that was it. Calm the bride-to-be, you know? The usual.
We stayed there until 6/2 and then we moved into a Bed and Breakfast in Tryon, NC which wasn’t very far from the original place. Well, this is where my misadventures began. The first on the agenda was to get the pedicures. The bride’s mother is a great woman, truly, she’s very nice and generous. However, were I to give her a diagnosis (as I am wont to do) I would definitely say generalized anxiety disorder and maybe a bit of intermittent explosive disorder. Yep. So I was organized maid of honor and made reservations at a place. Ok, first, I live in Oregon – I know jack shit about the facilities in Tryon, NC. So, it’s a small town. Small town. There’s one person who can do pedicures. It’s $40/person (smalllllll town!) and it’s my treat for me, the mother, the bride to be. Well, of course, we got lost on the way there. We find it and the pedicurist is freaking out because she has a hair appointment coming in an hour and a half. The situation only got uglier. The mom decided not to. Then she decided she would. Then she decided she wouldn’t right then but she’d come back. Whatever. It was the WORST pedicure I’ve ever had. Horrible! We just left. Oh, and the mom never got hers. Whatever.
Meanwhile, back at ‘God if he ever asks me to marry him I will elope because I’ll never go through this myself’ wedding prep. at the Inn – room assignments are given. Luckily, my sister came and was my rock for the next 18 hours (she only stayed that long because she could not tolerate the mother) and we were put in a cottage with the bride to be. It was gorgeous and I loved it. I shared a bed with the bride to be and got my hair done by my sister.
The day of had to have been one of the most nerve wracking days of my life. I had prepared a list of what to do and who was doing it. I was in charge. Did I mention that I know full well that I am NOT a leader? I am not ashamed of this. I prefer being given tasks and doing them to a level of near perfection. That’s me. What’s not me is delegation but this is my oldest friend and I wanted her to have a beautiful wedding. I set up chairs, I arranged unity candles, centerpieces, I created the check-in table, I put up bows around a tent to add some prettiness, I helped her get dressed, do her make-up, carried her train around for the next 3 hours, posed for pictures (I look awful!), helped baby sit, made a toast (it went over wonderfully!) and when I finally got a moment to myself it was 1030pm. The day had begun at 8am. Sigh. It was a beautiful ceremony and the bride was gorgeous and she cried and he cried. I cried. It was lovely. But again: if I am ever asked the answer will be sure- let’s go away somewhere because I WILL NOT have a ceremony, I WILL NOT go through all those details and I WILL NOT have a maid of honor. Whew.
I really have nothing else to report. I’ve had my ups and downs, much like the mercury here lately – which I can’t stand, by the way. I moved to Oregon for moderation.
Me and the guy and doing pretty well. I’ve surprised myself – I am capable of loving another human being. Well, I mean, it only took 30 years to get to a good place with myself, I suppose it was inevitable that I’d meet someone. Ha ha! What a crock! I used to wail, on my knees and cry to heavens above: WHY HAVE YOU FORESAKEN ME?! AM I MEANT TO BE FOREVER SINGLE?! And then, I just didn’t care anymore. After years of tears and pleading with God, one day I just did not care about my relationship status. Then a month later, I went out with him. Then I fell. Hard. And here I am. Trippy!
That’s my new favorite expression.
I have no reviews. I’ve only seen: X-Men, Harry Potter and Goblet of Fire, The Break Up and that’s it. Strange, huh?
Off to the theatre…well not really. Help?
I’ve seen a few movies in the last month; not nearly at the rate I used to but I suppose being in a relationship does take away all the free movie-watching time. Sigh. I really can’t complain; the time has been taken up with other things like kissing. Lots and lots of kissing. But enough about that part of me.
The biggest thing I suppose I’ve done was be the maid of honor in my oldest friend’s wedding. That was trippy! We’ve been friends since we were twelve and I don’t mind telling you – I doubt I’ll ever be in anyone else’s wedding but my own (!). The week of the wedding was an interesting one, frought with all the emotion you hear about that comes with wedding planning: angst, frustration, sweat (literally!), joy, laughter, tears (of both sadness and happiness), grief, etc.
I first got to NC on 5/31. Her mom put all of us up in the nice, no NICE, lake house on Lake Lure. Those who don’t know it – it’s near the famous Chimney Rock, NC. If you don’t know Chimney Rock then how about this: it’s about 45 minutes west of Asheville, NC. If you don’t know Asheville, well, then I just feel sorry for you. Moving on…I had a pretty good time there! I ate way too healthily to be on vacation as the groom to be and his brother were master grillers and they like veggies, unlike myself. The groom’s parents came with his brother all the way from Japan. I liked his mom a lot! She didn’t speak much English but she really communicated, out of everyone, in my opinion, the true essence of preparing for a marriage. She was very helpful doing any and everything to help out. She was always smiling and laughing. She was just the best! The father was a little grumpy but still nice. The brother was really cute and nerdy in a Japanese way. I don’t know if that translates to anyone but me but…that’s my opinion. So while there I also took my first turn at kayaking. I loved it! Honestly, I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to fit into the boat. I’ve got body issues, no doubt. Anyway, I hope that I get to do that again cuz it was fuuuun! Otherwise, I got to swim in a lake, something I hadn’t done in years. Pretty much, that was it. Calm the bride-to-be, you know? The usual.
We stayed there until 6/2 and then we moved into a Bed and Breakfast in Tryon, NC which wasn’t very far from the original place. Well, this is where my misadventures began. The first on the agenda was to get the pedicures. The bride’s mother is a great woman, truly, she’s very nice and generous. However, were I to give her a diagnosis (as I am wont to do) I would definitely say generalized anxiety disorder and maybe a bit of intermittent explosive disorder. Yep. So I was organized maid of honor and made reservations at a place. Ok, first, I live in Oregon – I know jack shit about the facilities in Tryon, NC. So, it’s a small town. Small town. There’s one person who can do pedicures. It’s $40/person (smalllllll town!) and it’s my treat for me, the mother, the bride to be. Well, of course, we got lost on the way there. We find it and the pedicurist is freaking out because she has a hair appointment coming in an hour and a half. The situation only got uglier. The mom decided not to. Then she decided she would. Then she decided she wouldn’t right then but she’d come back. Whatever. It was the WORST pedicure I’ve ever had. Horrible! We just left. Oh, and the mom never got hers. Whatever.
Meanwhile, back at ‘God if he ever asks me to marry him I will elope because I’ll never go through this myself’ wedding prep. at the Inn – room assignments are given. Luckily, my sister came and was my rock for the next 18 hours (she only stayed that long because she could not tolerate the mother) and we were put in a cottage with the bride to be. It was gorgeous and I loved it. I shared a bed with the bride to be and got my hair done by my sister.
The day of had to have been one of the most nerve wracking days of my life. I had prepared a list of what to do and who was doing it. I was in charge. Did I mention that I know full well that I am NOT a leader? I am not ashamed of this. I prefer being given tasks and doing them to a level of near perfection. That’s me. What’s not me is delegation but this is my oldest friend and I wanted her to have a beautiful wedding. I set up chairs, I arranged unity candles, centerpieces, I created the check-in table, I put up bows around a tent to add some prettiness, I helped her get dressed, do her make-up, carried her train around for the next 3 hours, posed for pictures (I look awful!), helped baby sit, made a toast (it went over wonderfully!) and when I finally got a moment to myself it was 1030pm. The day had begun at 8am. Sigh. It was a beautiful ceremony and the bride was gorgeous and she cried and he cried. I cried. It was lovely. But again: if I am ever asked the answer will be sure- let’s go away somewhere because I WILL NOT have a ceremony, I WILL NOT go through all those details and I WILL NOT have a maid of honor. Whew.
I really have nothing else to report. I’ve had my ups and downs, much like the mercury here lately – which I can’t stand, by the way. I moved to Oregon for moderation.
Me and the guy and doing pretty well. I’ve surprised myself – I am capable of loving another human being. Well, I mean, it only took 30 years to get to a good place with myself, I suppose it was inevitable that I’d meet someone. Ha ha! What a crock! I used to wail, on my knees and cry to heavens above: WHY HAVE YOU FORESAKEN ME?! AM I MEANT TO BE FOREVER SINGLE?! And then, I just didn’t care anymore. After years of tears and pleading with God, one day I just did not care about my relationship status. Then a month later, I went out with him. Then I fell. Hard. And here I am. Trippy!
That’s my new favorite expression.
I have no reviews. I’ve only seen: X-Men, Harry Potter and Goblet of Fire, The Break Up and that’s it. Strange, huh?
Off to the theatre…well not really. Help?
Thursday, May 25, 2006
what makes a good movie?
this is a question that has plagued me recently. the last few movies i've seen (unfortunately in the company of my man) have left me feeling as if i've been beat down. i'm being serious - i have actually felt physical reprecussions as the result of certain movies. most notably was the one i saw last night moonlight. i'll save my review for later.
anyway, what i feel makes a good movie:
1. i leave feeling as if i've learned something. now this doesn't work with absolutely every movie that i consider good but it's a key feature for me. i also don't mean that i've learned something in a scholarly sense but i enjoy learning about little human details. example: "happiness". many people are (and i understand) disturbed by this movie. i was too but i love the little icky details of these peoples lives. i loved watching jane addams attempt to teach an ESL class. learning how others handle the emotions/situations is always fun for me. i realize it's just a movie but again: art imitates life. that's my view anyway.
2. it's just plain watchable. my favorite example of this NOT being true is "blair witch project". while i consider it just a good idea gone bad in general, it was absolutely torturous to view. sure, that was part of their point but shaking a camera for an hour does not a good movie or point make. come on! an opposite is "il postino" - not a great movie but it was full of gorgeous cinematography.
3. "...and the oscar for best actor goes to...". of course the acting must be convincing. and if you watch movies at all you know that the best acting jobs are often the most subtle. if you know what i mean. one of my favorite examples is patricia clarkson . i'll watch anything with her in it because she is an acting goddess. disagree if you must but at least watch: "station agent", "far from heaven" and "all the real girls" and you'll know what i mean. well, i would also say she was alright in "high art" but i do NOT consider that a great movie.
so, there are many other factors, in my opinion, that make a movie great but i think those are the three most important for me. for now anyway. ha. moving on...
moonlight. people on IMDb state that the movie making is amazing. i disagree 100%. people also say that the story was lacking and unbelievable and i agree 100%. the 'story' revolves around a girl (maybe 12?) who discovers a bleeding boy in the shed on the land of her very nice home. the boy, we learn in the first disturbing scene (and it only gets worse), is a drug mule from a middle eastern country. he's shot when the deal goes bad and takes shelter in her shed. the girl, we learn has just gotten her first period (one of those disturbing scenes i referenced earlier), was adopted by her wealthy hands-off parents and is generally unhappy. they run off to 'the big city' to avoid the guys who are seeking the boy. they go through all kinds of trials trying to survive on their own, rob, lie, cheat and become alcoholic coke heads. oh and of course, they fall in love. do you sense my bitterness? of course, they are acting out the loss of their innocense and sense of abandonments. it's very drawn out. i have a hard time watching children acting as adults. "me and you and everyone that we know" made me feel the same way although not as disturbed as after i watched this. essentially, the movie is really heavy. i don't think that most will enjoy it. i saw it at the hollywood theatre and they billed it as 'a dark comedy'. i'm considering suing the hollywood theatre for this false description. ok, not really. f.
anyway, what i feel makes a good movie:
1. i leave feeling as if i've learned something. now this doesn't work with absolutely every movie that i consider good but it's a key feature for me. i also don't mean that i've learned something in a scholarly sense but i enjoy learning about little human details. example: "happiness". many people are (and i understand) disturbed by this movie. i was too but i love the little icky details of these peoples lives. i loved watching jane addams attempt to teach an ESL class. learning how others handle the emotions/situations is always fun for me. i realize it's just a movie but again: art imitates life. that's my view anyway.
2. it's just plain watchable. my favorite example of this NOT being true is "blair witch project". while i consider it just a good idea gone bad in general, it was absolutely torturous to view. sure, that was part of their point but shaking a camera for an hour does not a good movie or point make. come on! an opposite is "il postino" - not a great movie but it was full of gorgeous cinematography.
3. "...and the oscar for best actor goes to...". of course the acting must be convincing. and if you watch movies at all you know that the best acting jobs are often the most subtle. if you know what i mean. one of my favorite examples is patricia clarkson . i'll watch anything with her in it because she is an acting goddess. disagree if you must but at least watch: "station agent", "far from heaven" and "all the real girls" and you'll know what i mean. well, i would also say she was alright in "high art" but i do NOT consider that a great movie.
so, there are many other factors, in my opinion, that make a movie great but i think those are the three most important for me. for now anyway. ha. moving on...
moonlight. people on IMDb state that the movie making is amazing. i disagree 100%. people also say that the story was lacking and unbelievable and i agree 100%. the 'story' revolves around a girl (maybe 12?) who discovers a bleeding boy in the shed on the land of her very nice home. the boy, we learn in the first disturbing scene (and it only gets worse), is a drug mule from a middle eastern country. he's shot when the deal goes bad and takes shelter in her shed. the girl, we learn has just gotten her first period (one of those disturbing scenes i referenced earlier), was adopted by her wealthy hands-off parents and is generally unhappy. they run off to 'the big city' to avoid the guys who are seeking the boy. they go through all kinds of trials trying to survive on their own, rob, lie, cheat and become alcoholic coke heads. oh and of course, they fall in love. do you sense my bitterness? of course, they are acting out the loss of their innocense and sense of abandonments. it's very drawn out. i have a hard time watching children acting as adults. "me and you and everyone that we know" made me feel the same way although not as disturbed as after i watched this. essentially, the movie is really heavy. i don't think that most will enjoy it. i saw it at the hollywood theatre and they billed it as 'a dark comedy'. i'm considering suing the hollywood theatre for this false description. ok, not really. f.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
"i'm white too!"
confederate states of america. the movie was often referred to (within the movie) as c.s.a. so i'll use that also. truth be told, the movie was not at all what i was expecting. i'd heard there was a movie that based it's story on a, thankfully false, assumption that the confederacy won the civil war. being from the south i was naturally intrigued. the movie is actually a mockumentary within a movie that uses some artifacts from reality. that may sound confusing but it isn't. the movie begins with us being shown a documentary from a british television channel, the name of this documentary is the same title of the movie. as a black person, especially one with southern roots, watching this movie i naturally had a lot of feelings that may or may not be shared by others. within the documentary we are told of the horrors that america (CSA) bestows upon the rest of the world. for example, the CSA takes over mexico, south and central america; on the west coast, the asian population (mostly Chinese) are the slaves; america supports Hitler during WWII and other disturbing presuppositions of an america ruled by slave owners. the documentary was broken up by commercials featuring products like 'sambo axel grease' and 'darkie toothpaste'. disturbing doesn't really being to describe my sense during this film. what hit home though was that during the credits we are told that those products, and most others shown, are real and half were sold through the 1980s. though this movie is based on an historical fallacy it is or it should be, quite telling how frighteningly close to the truth a lot of the movie is. b+.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
not so 'veklempt' anymore...
...thus i am able to give my $.02 for what i've seen lately.
an american haunting. *sigh. alleged true story of a 1880s family in tennessee who is haunted by a poltergeist. it wasn't listed as a 'scary movie' but the story is horrific. i sat with my mouth agape and cringed - not because of blood or gore or because i am afraid of ghosts; no, this movie affirmed my notion that reality (if this is indeed a true story) tends to be much more disturbing than anything hollywood can dream up. besides, donald sutherland was truly disappointing. sissy spacek - eh - though, really, what did she have to work with? c-.
an american haunting. *sigh. alleged true story of a 1880s family in tennessee who is haunted by a poltergeist. it wasn't listed as a 'scary movie' but the story is horrific. i sat with my mouth agape and cringed - not because of blood or gore or because i am afraid of ghosts; no, this movie affirmed my notion that reality (if this is indeed a true story) tends to be much more disturbing than anything hollywood can dream up. besides, donald sutherland was truly disappointing. sissy spacek - eh - though, really, what did she have to work with? c-.
Sunday, May 7, 2006
a lovely day
i've got nothing to really type just a review of the day: it was a good day, certainly. i lazed around and then went to meet m for scrabble. i have come to really look forward to playing scrabble every couple of weeks. it's a fun distraction and hopefully will halt any onset of alzheimer's or dementia. she brought j with her and j is NO JOKE when it comes to scrabble. she beat us both but with grace. heh.
j came over, he brought me a rose and i had to properly thank him. *grin. so then he and i went to see an awfully disturbing movie. i'll try to review it later..when i'm able to think about it without wanting to puke. seriously.
we just hung then and talked a lot. went to the grocery store - i like shopping with him it feels very domestic. awwwww. anyway, it was a nice chill night. i realized i won't see him until next week. we both have stuff this week and are both leaving town this weekend. i won't be back til monday though. i keep thinking he's a such a sweetie and i feel very lucky to have met him. as my friend heidi would say: the cheese is addictive.
j came over, he brought me a rose and i had to properly thank him. *grin. so then he and i went to see an awfully disturbing movie. i'll try to review it later..when i'm able to think about it without wanting to puke. seriously.
we just hung then and talked a lot. went to the grocery store - i like shopping with him it feels very domestic. awwwww. anyway, it was a nice chill night. i realized i won't see him until next week. we both have stuff this week and are both leaving town this weekend. i won't be back til monday though. i keep thinking he's a such a sweetie and i feel very lucky to have met him. as my friend heidi would say: the cheese is addictive.
coupledom
it's a rainy, chilly sunday morning. perfect time to update, i say, with a meandering musing sort of update. i wish i could write a review but i have only seen one movie since that last time i wrote. i suppose that's related to what is on my mind.
i have only a couple other times been part of a couple. a dyad. a unit, if you will. it's a strange state of being. it has been on my mind the last two days since j and i just attended two dinner parties on friday and last night. it was the first time we'd ever been asked to be anywhere together within a group and i was basically just curious to see how it would work out.
friday we were invited (a-ha! first oddity is saying 'we') to one of my co-worker's home for dinner. she invited another co-worker and her partner. so the house is amazing and the meal is BEYOND amazing - chicken kabobs over cous cous with some amazing bread i can't name and the most flavorful salad i've ever had. dessert was from a nearby bakery, etc. i found the conversation amusing. out of the six, four work for the same company so there was that commonality. the only time i felt uncomfortable was during the inevitable, "so how did you two get together?" i wasn't embarrassed or anything - it was just the first time it was ever asked. so, if we stay together we'll be asked it again, i'm sure. i don't know i just find it strange to be answering that question. i usually ask others and 'ooohh' and 'aawwww' over the story. i'm sincere in my gushing to others but there's a part of me that feels others don't necessarily care but it's considered polite to ask. why?
yesterday m decided to host a 'seis de mayo' dinner. it was a good time. most of the usual suspects were there. m made the most delicious enchiladas EVER - potato, spinach, zucchini and mushroom all in one. to.die.for. so we all ate and then we played a really...um, different?...game called "Fact or Crap" and it consisted of taking turns reading statements from a card and then having everyone hold up a sign that says either (you guessed it) fact or crap. it had a funky token system. being there with j was alright. he knew most people and others were just trying to get to know him. what made it uncomfortable was all me. i tend to have a "quiet viciousness". when it comes to trivia/knowledge games- that side of me really comes out. i am way more competitive than i want to admit. it really began when everyone was just playing with the tokens and not listening as i tried to read the directions. i am VERY into playing by the rules. the others? not so much. it was pointed out more than once that i was the only earth sign in the room and therefore the only grounding force. yeah, not such a good place to be in. it didn't matter because they outvoted me decided to play by their own rules. in the end j and i tied with the most tokens. good thing i think brains are sexy.
as i type this crap in my head out i see that there's really nothing to do but keep my own self in check. sigh.
i have only a couple other times been part of a couple. a dyad. a unit, if you will. it's a strange state of being. it has been on my mind the last two days since j and i just attended two dinner parties on friday and last night. it was the first time we'd ever been asked to be anywhere together within a group and i was basically just curious to see how it would work out.
friday we were invited (a-ha! first oddity is saying 'we') to one of my co-worker's home for dinner. she invited another co-worker and her partner. so the house is amazing and the meal is BEYOND amazing - chicken kabobs over cous cous with some amazing bread i can't name and the most flavorful salad i've ever had. dessert was from a nearby bakery, etc. i found the conversation amusing. out of the six, four work for the same company so there was that commonality. the only time i felt uncomfortable was during the inevitable, "so how did you two get together?" i wasn't embarrassed or anything - it was just the first time it was ever asked. so, if we stay together we'll be asked it again, i'm sure. i don't know i just find it strange to be answering that question. i usually ask others and 'ooohh' and 'aawwww' over the story. i'm sincere in my gushing to others but there's a part of me that feels others don't necessarily care but it's considered polite to ask. why?
yesterday m decided to host a 'seis de mayo' dinner. it was a good time. most of the usual suspects were there. m made the most delicious enchiladas EVER - potato, spinach, zucchini and mushroom all in one. to.die.for. so we all ate and then we played a really...um, different?...game called "Fact or Crap" and it consisted of taking turns reading statements from a card and then having everyone hold up a sign that says either (you guessed it) fact or crap. it had a funky token system. being there with j was alright. he knew most people and others were just trying to get to know him. what made it uncomfortable was all me. i tend to have a "quiet viciousness". when it comes to trivia/knowledge games- that side of me really comes out. i am way more competitive than i want to admit. it really began when everyone was just playing with the tokens and not listening as i tried to read the directions. i am VERY into playing by the rules. the others? not so much. it was pointed out more than once that i was the only earth sign in the room and therefore the only grounding force. yeah, not such a good place to be in. it didn't matter because they outvoted me decided to play by their own rules. in the end j and i tied with the most tokens. good thing i think brains are sexy.
as i type this crap in my head out i see that there's really nothing to do but keep my own self in check. sigh.
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