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All kinds of cute
The word cute has come a long way from it’s ‘ugly but interesting’ definition.
You can use it when you’re out shopping with a friend and they want to buy something that doesn’t look all that but you don’t have the heart to tell them the truth. ‘Oh, that’s so…cute’
It can apply to things that aren’t quite nice enough to be beautiful but way to good to be classed as okay. Alternatively, it can be used to describe things that aren’t quite stupid enough to be classified as ridiculous, but close enough to being average.
You can use it to describe a quirky mannerism a specific person can get away with but if someone else were to try it, it would just seem stupid. ‘Aww, how cute’.
But I think the most amusing use of the word cute has to be the way it can take on so many meanings in describing someone. Riss: Is he cute?
Ange: Yeah
Riss: Hot cute or cute cute?
Ange: Cuute.
Riss: Ohhh. Sexy cute?
Ange: Uh huh
Riss: Nice Our guy friends who overheard this conversation were all, ‘Is there a difference?’ and we’re like ‘duh, yeah’. It’s all in the way you annunciate the word and what part of it you emphasise.
‘He’s so cutee’. Ya know, the adorable, really sweet kind of cute.
‘He’s cute!’. The let-me-have-my-way-with-you all kinds of HOT cute.
‘He’s cuute’. The aforementioned sexy cute that makes you go phwoar!
It’s really such a versatile word when you think about it.
Got romance?
Have the expectations on romance come down as well? Do women actually expect romance these days from suitors and their boyfriends. Conversely, have men ever expected romance from their girlfriends at all?
I think most women want that sweep you off your feet kind of romance. The kind that makes you swoon, giggle and blush for no apparent reason other than the fact that you’ve found someone that makes you feel so spastically happy. Romance doesn’t have to be achieved through showy gifts or expensive dates either, I think the thought guys put behind the gesture earns more points. It shows that they’ve really taken the time to know what you like and are interested in, rather than relying on some boring, traditional token of affection.
And why shouldn’t guys expect romance from their girlfriends? I’d feel pretty jipped if I were a guy and my girlfriend wasn’t putting in much effort. Besides, guys shouldn’t have all the fun in planning something special. But now when I think about it, what do guys find romantic?
Ear Candy: 'This Years Love' - David Gray
(I've said it so many times before, but I'm going to say it again because this is my blog: I LOVE THIS SONG)
Good morning...
Oh. My. God.
*speechless*
With all the shit happening in the world right now I feel really guilty that my life is going so good.
More later when I can form coherent sentences.
Eeee!!
It's all about the Benjamins...
Last night I went to the Bens Rock Around Australia gig at the Enmore, and it did indeed rock my socks! Ben Folds, Ben Lee and Ben Kweller- an awesome line up on paper and just as awesome on stage. Three talented guys jamming away on guitars, a piano and drums, what’s not to like?
Ben Lee was okay, cracking some really lame jokes and getting confused with what accent to use. Ben Folds was fricking awesome as always, could he be any more of a freak on the piano?!? Reminded me of how good it was seeing Ben Folds Five play ages ago. But the one who I enjoyed seeing the most had to be Ben Kweller.
Ben who? Yeah it’s a bit like that. I’ve had a burned copy of his CD since last year but never really gave it much of listen til a couple of months ago. People might have heard his song Falling during the movie Mr. Deeds, or heard Wasted and Ready or ‘Commerce, TX’ on Triple J. His music definitely grows on you, a nice mix of guitar and piano songs that are more edgier than most guys with guitars. He might have gone in relatively unknown last night but I’m sure he won over a lot of people by the end not only with his great music but also with his down to earth personality. And he did a cover of Ice Ice Baby which was hilarious. I think he’s kinda cute too, in that dorky way. Hehe.
Anyway, the guys played some songs off the EP they recorded together, a couple of covers (the cover of I touch myself by the Divinyls was a cack), as well as a bunch of their own individual hits. I was hanging out to hear One Angry Dwarf or Magic but it was not to be, but hearing them sing Chisel's Khe Sanh and having Jimmy Barnes rock out on stage in the middle of it made up for it. Hee!
Getting out of the concert was a task in itself, especially because everyone was trying to get to the merchandise stand. 'I’d let you through but I don’t want to violate you'. Err, thanks. Talk about getting up close and personal with your fellow fans. 'I’m getting aroused and feeling dirty at the same time'. Eww, hearing that got a lot of people hauling their asses away from those guys as soon as possible.
Also, last night was like an impromptu blog meet. Whilst Xtn and I were checking out the merch stand before the gig started, a guy and a girl walked past who looked really familiar and as I got closer I recognised that the girl was Karen. I didn’t want to go up to her and go ‘hey, I read your blog’ and freak her out, but it turns out Xtn knows her so it wasn’t a completely blind introduction. She was there with her boyfriend Andrew and some of their friends, one of whom, Alex, also blogs. Pike was there too. Small world.
Ear Candy: 'The Remedy' (I Won't Worry) -- Jason Mraz
(I hear this song at least 3 times a day at work on the radio...There's no need to worry when I'm making up my mind...Hmm, nice)
36-32
Went to the footy this arvo to watch the Sharkies first game of the season, and what a game it was. (It would have been a better afternoon had they actually won, but we’ll just ignore that fact for now). Peachy and the boys were in fine form, with a seemingly unbeatable 22-0 lead in the first half after a succession of excellent tries. But as is always the case they wasted it, with the Storm eventually bringing it home in the last couple of minutes. Bugger.
Bitching because I can…
I hate it when people who I don’t know me call me 'baby', 'sweetie', 'honey' or any other term of endearment usually reserved for those close to me. It gives me the shits something severe. I am rolling my eyes for a reason buddy, and a ‘hey baby’ is not a step in the right direction in trying to win someone over.
Another thing that pisses me off is when people talk down to me and assume that I’m some kind of idiot when I’m probably (and not to sound narcissistic or anything) just as intelligent as they are. I may act a little airy fairy at times but I’m not a complete dumbass. I went to a selective school, I got in the high 90’s in my HSC whilst getting on the NSW honour roll for 4 of my subjects, and got through uni with decent grades (well 1st and 2nd year weren’t spectacular but I made up for it in 3rd and 4th). I read the papers and watch the news, so don’t talk to me like I am some clueless little girl. Bite me, bitch.
Ah, I feel better now.
Ear Candy: 'Falling' -- Ben Kweller
(The more I listen to this song, the more I like it....No, I don't feel like I'm falling down. Just say 'hello' to the ground...)
Underneath it all...
OMG. Mike, I got your package in the mail yesterday.
Astroboy undies!! Bwahahaha.
I nearly pissed myself laughing when I opened it up. They’re sooo cute, thank you muchly. Hee!
All I need now is a pair of those Astroboy boxer shorts I’ve been looking for. If anyone knows where I could get a pair fill me in, I’ve been trying to get my hands them for the last couple of years without much luck. I will do anything for a pair of these!!
Is anyone going to the St. Patrick's day things at The Rocks on Sunday?
Ooo, the footy season starts again this weekend. Woohoo. GO THE SHARKS!!!
I just wanted to say... Riss: So …
Say it. Say it.
Riss: Um…
Spit it out.
Riss: Yeah well…
C’mon you’ve had what you wanted to say all worked out yesterday
Riss: …see ya.
Wimp Everything always sounds better in my head. I come up with interesting conversations, snarky comebacks or insightful journal entries without paper, pens or a keyboard. It's all in my head. That's where I make sense. I say what I want to say in my head without interference or distraction. I wish I could have all of my thoughts typed up for me or that people could just read my mind because in between thinking and articulating my thoughts, I lose some of it and it no longer has such a strong meaning. Or, as is usually the case, I just don’t say anything at all.
Ear Candy: 'Take Me Away' -- Lifehouse
Drinking, Dancing and Debauchery
My b’day pub crawl on Friday night was relatively tame and everyone was still standing by the end of the night which is always a bonus. It also surprised me just how easy it was to *coughstealcough* the glass steins and pints from the Lowenbrau, my friends have a nice little collection going now, heh. There were some memorable moments with nipple rings, mens toilets and shooters, but somethings are better left unsaid...
A huge thank you to everyone who left comments, called, messaged, emailed (Chaz the card wasn’t annoying, it was ‘tres funky) and gave me b’day shout outs on their blogs and livejournals. I feel loved, hehe. And birthday wishes to my ‘twin’ Mike.
Operation Laz
I really didn’t think that my friends would actually go to the trouble of getting me my street sign. But they did! Bwhahaha. Angela filled me in on Operation Laz, which was so well planned that it just cracks me up. They even had getaway drivers and an escape route planned in case someone caught them in the act. Hee.
On Thursday night while some of us went to Counting Crows, the others went out to West Pennant Hills armed with a saw and a car full of tools to get it. I can’t help giggling at the thought of them going to all that effort. But it wasn’t as easy as they thought it would be. It took them about two hours to get the sign from the top of the pole to ground level, but even then it was fused in such a way that they couldn’t get all of it off. They decided to leave it half hanging off the pole that night because they didn’t want to attract anymore attention to themselves, which was probably a good thing because I'd feel so guilty if they got in trouble.
Ange was telling me how dejected the boys were that they couldn’t get it and that they’re planning on going back sometime this week with more tools to rip it off the pole entirely. Aww, the determination is too cute.
(If anyone lives around that street, tell me if the sign is still hanging or if someone has fixed it)
People are probably reading this going 'Riss has kleptomaniac friends', but they’re not hooligans or shoplifters, they only steal silly things like street signs, bowling pins etc. I’m sure everyone has some stolen glassware from a bar stashed somewhere in their homes!
A Rift in Death's Design
I watched Final Destination 2 last night and while it wasn’t as dark or suspenseful as the first, it was far more graphic. It follows the plot of the first movie, with a bunch of people being hunted by death, but like many sequels it doesn’t really have quite the same impact since you’ve seen it all before. Still, I was grossed out and will never look at pigeons or airbags the same way again.
I guess the movie does raise questions about mortality and the forces that may or may not be at work in deciding when you live or die. It makes you go well shit, I better enjoy myself.
Unable to determine exactly when I'll die, I want to live life as fully as possible. Whilst it may feel as though I'm racing against a clock that I can't see, I will enjoy life - and I won’t regret a moment of it. I don't want to waste a moment because I'll never know when I'll be out of them. Regret is so amazingly pointless - even when dealt a bad hand in life, I'm determined to, at the minimum, find some thing in the situation to learn from. Isn't that what the ‘trials’ of life are about? If we don't learn from the bad as well as the good, are we really progressing? The good times teach us love and the rough, strength.
Splurging
Oh dear, I think I went a little overboard with my shopping today. Bad Riss, bad. But I did use a couple of gift vouchers I got given for my birthday so technically I didn’t spend that much. HMV is having a 2 for $40 CD deal and that had trouble written all over it. A bunch of CD’s have now found a new home in my room.
Ear Candy: 'When I See You Smile' -- Bic Runga
(Song of the moment, it is just so sweet)
Twenty-two today...
Happy Birthday to me :)
Who was I a couple of years a go and who am I now? I've never adequately answered either question. Maybe the answers are impossible to find because the questions presume some sort of fixed quality that really doesn't exist in a person; after all, we are continually changing, as are the situations around us.
But here goes.
I am happy: I will laugh and smile at almost anything and anyone. I am past wanting to fall in love and so over high school relationships. Or that is what I say. I am five feet two inches tall and do not believe in scales anymore. I am decent, some days maybe even adorable. I love to dance around my room to music that blares from my stereo. Even though I hate to admit it, I am a closet Britney Spears fan. (And I know you are one too).
I miss the people that I have lost. I have amazing friends who do not know exactly how much they mean to me. I am passive but passionate. I read a lot, and I write even more than I read. I am very particular about what kind of pen I write with. On quiet nights, I sit by myself out in the pitch darkness of night and just look up at the sky and usually feel the cool smooth breeze of the still air on my skin. I find comfort in hearing the TV rattle away in the living room, of hearing my mum walk in her high heels as she comes home from work or the faint drone of my dad when he snores in his sleep.
I am not a morning person. I set my alarm but I never get up when it goes off. I press the snooze button at least 3 times. I sing in the shower. I shampoo, rinse, condition, rinse, stand for five more minutes giving myself repeated ultimatums (okay, in thirty seconds you get out). I always extend the deadline by at least fifty seconds. I try to remember everything due that day. I usually remember something I forgot. I only eat yellow skittles and orange jelly beans. I don't eat seafood and I can’t use chopsticks properly.
I bite my nails when I am nervous or bored. I have short nails; what does that say about me? I am rarely bored. It must be the nerves. I turn on the TV set when I am alone. I do not watch it. It is on simply for the sake of background noise to keep me company. I can understand Tagalog perfectly, but I can't speak it no matter how hard I try. I am too romantic to be healthy and am such a sucker for all things lovey dovey- I cry at anything and everything. I cry in some movies, or when I read certain books .
I do not mind being alone and I do not mind being with others. I try to take things as they're thrown at me: swallow the salt and smooth sharp edges into something round. I am capable and loved, and sometimes (okay, often) very melodramatic. I feel guilty when I do not live up people’s expectations. I feel even worse when I do not live up to my own. I am forgiving and almost always willing to listen. I am inspired by practically everyone who I know and have met.
Everyone says that I’m at a crossroads in my life, and it's kind of unsettling because I still don’t know what direction I want my life to take. There are some things I guess you can never know, things that you just can't just figure out until the time comes. Should I go with what my head tells me is rational and good? Or should I just listen to my heart and just go on intuition, to follow where that may lead? I don’t know where this road I’m travelling on is going, and there is still so much about myself I need to tweak before I feel like I am complete.
I’ve always been Little Miss Make Sure, one of those who walk the avenues of life on a sidewalk and never off it. Even though it’s hard to just go blindly on faith and just accept whatever happens, it’s definitely time to get out of my comfort zone.
Counting Crows...round 2
Besides standing next to a group of guys smoking pot and behind a guy who persisted on playing air drums in every song, the Counting Crows concert last night was excellent. Perhaps not as good as last Thursday since the tin shed that is the Horden Pavilion doesn’t come close to having the intimate atmosphere of the Enmore, but the guys still went off! We didn’t get Round Here or Goodnight Elisabeth last night (damn it) but we did get Black and Blue and a brilliant version of Raining in Baltimore so all was not lost. I hope they do come back to tour down here again at the end of the year.
One thing is certain; the next concert I go to, I am going to wear heels so that I don’t spend the majority of the night on my toes and craning my neck to see. I hate being short.
Work issues
The morning receptionist we have at work is such a bitch. Actually, bitch is an understatement. Satan’s handmaid may be a more fitting description. I don’t think I’ve seen her smile at me once- all I get are death stares every time I ask her to do something for me. I don’t know why she’s so mean to me, I’m a nice and polite person. Really, I am! I usually wait til our afternoon receptionist comes in because she actually likes me and has taken to calling me babes.
Ear Candy: ' All the Things She Said' -- Tatu
(Fricking hell, if I hear this song again this week I will break the radio in our office. I used to like the song but I hear it at least 3 times a day! 2DayFM's 'No repeat work day' is bullshit)
Another year
I turn 22 this week, and to celebrate my friends and I are going on a pub crawl. How mature…not. Starting at the Lowenbrau (bring on the mango beer!) and making our way through The Rocks and down George St, it should be fun to get drunk and disorderly.
The boys asked me what I wanted, not happy with my reply of nothing, I told them I wanted a street sign with my name on in. I don’t know why, but I reckon it would be a pretty cool (yet totally pointless) thing to have. They’ve stolen so much other stuff like those road work-blinking orange light things, stop signs, caution signs, witches hats and even those portable speed humps, so I’m sure a street sign will be pretty easy to score. I doubt they’ll actually drive out to West Pennant Hills (there is a Larissa Ave. there), but if they come through I will be impressed!
Hidden treasures
To make way for the new furniture I’m getting in my room I had to get rid of my desk since I won’t be needing it anymore. Cleaning out the drawers I found so much random stuff that I can’t believe I kept. I found my Year 7 School Diary, with LN 4 SM written all over it and decorated with love hearts. Gotta love those high school crushes. Bwhaha. I found stacks of letters from my friends written when we were about 13/14 with stories about first kisses, first bras, first periods. My old Class Captain and Prefect badges, ribbons I won from dance competitions, piles of photo’s from various school camps and even pictures my friends and I had taken with the Santa at David Jones four years in a row! Too funny.
I should get rid of all this before it can be used against us.
Ear Candy: 'Ice Cream' -- Sarah McLachlan
Words of wisdom
I noticed this on the desk of one of my work colleagues:
Too often, we loose sight of life's simple pleasures. Remember when someone annoys you it takes 42 muscles in your face to frown, BUT, it only takes 4 muscles to extend your arm and bitch slap that mother$#%@ upside the head.
Hee.
Hmmm...
'In between' stages are the epitome of frustration because there aren't any set rules. Should I say anything at all or just let assumption take its course?
Ear Candy: 'By Your Side' -- Sade
(*sigh* such a pretty song)
Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars...
 And in between the moon and you
the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right...
I first picked up a copy of August and Everything After when I was 15 and after that moment I was hooked on Counting Crows. Some say that they’re dreary and melancholic, but to me they have such emotional power in their music, with Adam Druitz’s soothing vocals and resonating lyrics driving each song home. Seeing them live on Thursday night was incredible, every other concert I’ve seen truly pales in comparison.
All at once you look across a crowded room
to see the way that light attaches to a girl...
The 20 song set absolutely kicked my ass, I still can’t get over how fantastic it was. From the opener Have You See Me Lately with Adam accidentally falling into the crowd and the rocking Mr. Jones where the crowd went completely nuts, to the beautiful Anna Begins and A Long December, I was in complete awe. I think Adam and the boys were amazed at how psyched the entire crowd was (who would have thought that there’d be people dancing and jumping up and down at a Crows concert?!), they pulled some people up on stage and even apologised for taking so long to come out here and finally tour. 
I wanna be the last thing you hear when you're falling asleep...
I’m kicking myself for selling my ticket to last night’s concert where they went acoustic for the first half, playing older songs that they didn’t play Thursday. Damn it, I missed out on hearing Round Here and Goodnight Elisabeth, I feel jipped! Oh well, I still have this Thursday to soak up all the Counting Crows goodness again when they play at the Horden.
I dreamt I saw you walking up a hillside in the snow
Casting shadows on the winter sky as you stood there counting crows…
Ear Candy: 'Black and Blue'-- Counting Crows
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