Favourite wastes of time

Admittedly, I am a huge procrastinator. Not huge physically, obvz, but huge as in "my capacity to". I can procrastinate for even the simplest tasks. Like planning my course schedule for next year, or doing the laundry. Anything. In fact, I have such little determination that I have missed classes because of my laziness/ability to procrastinate getting ready or finding my purse/book bag, etc. It's really that bad.

For anyone who is not as adept as I (I'm not proud of this, at least not totally) at procrastinating, here are some of my favourite things to do that facilitate my procrastination. Enjoy (as much as I do)!

1. Team Fortress 2. Seriously, I've mentioned this before (I think), one of the BEST VIDEO GAMES EVER. I'm not a big video game fan, but this is so addictive and fun and not as nerdy as might be expected. According to Wikipedia, it is a "team-based first-person shooter multiplayer" video game. Basically, there are several classes (medic, soldier, scout, spy, heavy, pyro, demo, engineer, sniper) that you can choose to play, and your team competes against another to complete missions (capture the flag, standing on checkpoints, etc). It's simple in theory, but amazing. My favourite class is spy. You get to sneak around and fulfill any childhood aspirations you had to be James Bond (becoming invisible, sapping sentry guns and backstabbing opponents). Sounds great, right? Youtube it to check it out.


2. Shopping. This is self explanatory, I think. While commuting to school, I have the option of subwaying to several major shopping districts. Needless to say, I have been late (and/or missed) to class because of this. However, I have a great closet to show for it :)
   
3. Wikipedia. My intellectual side likes to read and research things. My lazy side hates doing school-related reading. Wikipedia allows me to learn without scholastic pressure!


4. Youtube. I love finding funny things and forwarding them to friends. Like, Charlie Bit Me. Comedic gold!!


5. Running. This is my healthy waste of time. So, technically, it's a complete waste of time (my heart and thighs :( appreciate it).


6. Television or movies. I won't lie, I'd do these things even without motivation. I love television. I'm not one to watch just for watching, but certain shows I can schedule my life around. And I love movies.


7. (Sort of) Blogging. I haven't gotten that into blogging yet, but I can see this happening in the future... :P

That's all! How do you waste your time and/or avoid completing projects?

Daisy for "Daisy".

For all who might be curious, my pseudonym was inspired by a perfume I came across and basically love-at-first-smelled in Sephora (love!). Not surprisingly, I'm talking about Daisy by Marc Jacobs. It smells delicious (not delicious like food, but delicious like you wash your laundry with Gain and you can't stop sniffing the linens).

According to Marc Jacobs (the brand, not man), the fragrance is meant to be "happy and youthful". Its top notes are wild strawberry and red grapefruit with floral notes to follow (gardenia, violet, jasmine), finally, its base includes musk, vanilla and white woods. It's not overly sweet like many perfumes that are fruity or citrus-y. Overall Daisy is a sheer, "sunny" scent that isn't overpowering or headache-inducing. Its my daytime scent that I think is suitable for class, shopping, and basically any other casual affairs.

Plus, the bottle is cute, right? I'm not a huge perfume fan, but I lurvvve Daisy. I'm trying to think of other scents that I've bought into... Light Blue (by Dolce & Gabbana), is all that I can readily recall. My preferences are a bit juvenile, I'll admit, I generally prefer light, citrus or floral scents that don't give me a headache (most perfumes make me dizzy :( ).

Sooo, what are your favourite fragrances? Have you ever tried Marc Jacobs' Daisy?

Cinematic experiences.

I love movies. Like, a lot. Actually, I'm a bit of a snob about my movie preferences. It goes so far as that I have certain friends and people I know who I completely ignore in terms of their film suggestions (because I know that their favourite films are She's All That or Step Up). I'm willing to watch cheesy, non-thought-provoking things and really enjoy them, but I cannot stand movies that aren't aware of their inanity.

Take, for instance, Honey (Jessica Alba, dance film, dance teacher overcomes sexism and misogyny to raise money for her dance studio and the impoverished kids in her neighbourhood). If it were to accept that it offers nothing intellectual or moral, I would not have such a grudge against it. Instead, it insists on itself like it can provide some profound epiphanies about life and self. No, and no.

Things I hate:

• Dance movies. Footloose, Step Up, Save the Last Dance, Honey (: !), and so forth. These are all ridiculous. The acting is worse than mediocre, and the plot is completely reliant on the choreography (which is at the best, sub-par to a well-directed/choreographed music video).
• Teen comedies. Namely: She's All That, Jawbreaker, Say It Isn't So. There are good ones (Clueless, more for nostalgia than actual quality, I think; Superbad; Mean Girls).
• Napoleon Dynamite. Overrated, overacted.
• "Spoof comedies": Scary Movie (all of them), Not Another Teen Movie, etc.
• Many other things... movies that take themselves too seriously, movies with singers or models as headliners (when they can't act, which is usually), movies with the Olson Twins, etc.
• The Notebook. On its own, it's a decent film. Taken with the hype it comes with (it came out when I was in high school--filled with girls who'd give anything to have a paramour like Noah, *swoon*!), and suddenly I loathe this film.
• Donnie Darko. Not as profound as one would make you believe.

Things I like:

• Robert DeNiro. The Godfather, Taxi Driver, Cape Fear, Awakenings. Brilliant actor, in my opinion (and the Academy's, and Scorcese's, and a boatload of actors who credit him as an influence; so if you disagree: Suck. On. That.)
• "Subtle" humour (as in, not slapstick or sitcom-like comedy): Juno, others I can't think of.
• Satire (Borat!)
• Judd Apatow (and related films): Knocked Up, Superbad, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, 40 Year Old Virgin, etcetera.
• Dramatic films that aren't just pretentious. Atonement, Shindler's List, The Pianist, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind,
• Fight Club, Snatch, Catch Me If You Can, The Aviator, Almost Famous, American History X, Scarface, Psycho, Sid and Nancy, No Country for Old Men, Enchanted, The Silence of the Lambs, The Shining, Trainspotting, Chicago, A Streetcar Named Desire.
• A lot of other films that I've forgotten for some reason.

Anyway, what are your favourite movies? Why do you think that people still watch films like Scary Movie?

Cheers,

Daisy.

Steaks and corn(y conversations).

Apparently, a string of decent weather days forces my family to react by having a barbecue. Food was good, family was the usual (stressful, passive aggressive, nostalgic, nice to see-ish, etc), and I feel blech from eating it.

I hate that, but lately (as in, the last five years), I've been too self-conscious about what I eat, when I exercise, my caloric intake and how many I've burned on the treadmill, etc. Not good, and really annoying, I think. If I conversed with my friends about my self-esteem and lack thereof, I'm sure they wouldn't take it well. My buds are not that feminine supportive. Really, it's like having a group of guy friends that would prefer to call me a dumbass and punch me in the arm. Oddly, I think I prefer this, because it stops me from getting mopey. I can just blog it out, and move on (usually). Sooo... I've blogged it out. And, I'm over it (-ish).

Hmmm. What else to say. I went shopping with an acquantaince but wants-to-be-my-friend from my university, and it was, aside from boring, depressing. She lives fairly comfortably, and I have student loans and tuition fees to care about. Needless to say, after visiting Lacoste, Holt Renfrew and a plethora (pfft) of other stores that I can only afford when my parents are funding the shopping spree, I was less than chipper (on the inside!) =( Also, I hate the inane conversation that most girls (that I know, who aren't in my close circle of friends) like to occupy themselves with. How many times can you say, "No, I do not think that such and such is into you." or "I think that top is a bit too "Dirrty" for daytime". Seriously.

mememememe.

Stole this from Therapeutic Ramblings...

maybe i should... start getting ready to leave.
i love... my dogs. a few of my friends. reading good books. wikipedia-ing things. going to concerts. etcetera.
i don’t understand... why sometimes my keyboard acts like a douche and makes my typing stupid. Case and point (case IN point... I never know!): apostrophe=è, question mark=É.
when I wake up in the morning... I usually want another hour of REM. I like my dreams.
i lost... confidence in knowing whatès (damnit) going to happen in my future, what I am going to do in life (the particulars!)
life is full of...snippets of things that usually seem insignificant when they happen, but in hindsight always mean more. And ironically, the important things always seem to be less of a big deal. A regression to the mean, it seems.
my past is full of... wasted experiences, good times with friends, happy kid times, happy adult times. etc.
i get annoyed when... parents who dont parent (agreed!)
parties are... great when the sole expectation isn't just to get shitfaced.
i wish i had more... money, time, and puppies! (half kidding).
dogs... often kick humans' ass. (the collective ass of humans).
cats... sub-dogs in their goodness.
tomorrow i'm...attending a seminar at school about my future.
i have low tolerance for... pain. Also ignorant people (agreed!) and dirt.
i’m totally terrified of... losing my friends (the ones I care about) and disappointing my parents. Having to settle professionally and personally.
i wonder why... my laziness>fear of failure.
never in my life have i... not played "never have i ever". nor have i cheated on a boyfriend.
high school was... began shittily, but climaxed near the end (that's what she said!).
when i’m nervous i... ramble, or get quiet. or get fidgety.
one time at a family gathering... i had to sing karaoke. I have a ridiculous fear about singing in public (except around friends and closecloseclose family). My family is uber-serious about karaoke, and I cannot perform (vocally, ha!).
making my bed...happens whenever someone's visiting.
i'm almost always... playing with my hands, grooming my fingers and nails. It's a nervous habit.
im addicted to ... the hills. Seriously.
i want someone to... tell me they love me and let me lean on their shoulder, and have them rest their head on mine.

Things that I cannot stand.

1) Mariah Carey. First of all, her music genre and style aren't my taste, but I used to (when I was four or five, and completely subjected to the music preferences of older family and friends) love one of her songs ("Always Be My Baby"). That said, she seems so over to me... I can't imagine anyone who still likes her music, or can even appreciate it as quality. There seems to be an obvious decline in quality of the stuff she's been putting out lately (her last 3 or 4 albums). Plus, she almost exclusively sings in a falsetto voice, which is hardly impressive (IMO)! Keep in mind I haven't purchased, or even downloaded, an album of hers in many years, so I'm basing this on the singles she puts out that make it to radio.

2) The radio. Seriously, all stations on FM play essentially, the same thing. There is a huge overlap in song selection, and such a limited playlist. I hate the chatter DJs engage in between songs. There is nothing redeeming about radio. I honestly cannot think of one station (FM) that I would listen to and enjoy consistently. That said, AM radio (only the news, actually) is useful. And informative, in a brief way.

3) Oprah. So self-indulgent and insistent on her own interests. I could write an essay, 3000 words or more, on the reasons why I am anti-Winfrey.

4) People who watch Oprah, and consider Oprah somewhat of a sage for personal or profesional or any (for that matter) advice. Among my regrets in life is that one of my favourite novels, Anna Karenina, was an Oprah's Book Club choice. Seriously. Oh! And I hate how her guests always gush about how inspiring or admirable she is.

5) Letterman. I don't get the humour, and I don't think it's intelligent. Period. The Top Ten Lists aren't funny... and I challenge anyone to explain to me why they are. They aren't clever political satire or tongue-in-cheek or anything. NOTHING SPECIAL. It is no more intellectual than Jay Leno, yet Leno always gets chided for being dumb humour. Also, Letterman is rude to his guests. I'm not a celebrity supporter, but I hate when talk show hosts don't show respect and cordialness to their guests (that said, I hate when guests are arrogant and standoffish to the host).

6) Colds and flus. For reasons mentioned in previous posts.

7) Retail. I hate working retail. I've had to work a few retail positions being a student, and I absolutely hate it. I hate having to be friendly and courteous to people who are disrespectful and annoying. And usually pushy.

8) Making new friends. I suck at socializing. I seriously think I might have some type of borderline antisocial disorder. I am horrible at conversing with people I don't know, and I need to force myself to be interested in others.

9) Bigots. I hate closeminded and ignorant people. There are two types of people who can never lose an argument, extremely intelligent, knowledgeable and articulate people, and stupid people. Unfortunately, stupid people seem to be a lot more common.

10) People who spell "loser" with too O's.

11) People who don't use correct spelling or grammar excessively (to the point of incoherence) on MSN, Facebook, Myspace, etc.

12) Long nails (on women, but on men too, for that matter). Especially when the person is cooking food.

13) Nail polished fingers cooking or preparing food. Handling food, mainly. It grosses me out.

14) Dry elbows. Moisturize, people. Moisturize.

I'll probably post a "Things I can stand and/or lurrrve" sometime in the future. It'll probably be a shorter list. Ha!

Runny noses and sore throats.

Anyways, as previously mentioned, I am sick. The worst feeling in the world, especially since my illnesses are never over once they're over. It takes like, three weeks (?!?) to fully get over them, in the mean time my nose runs at the most random, inappropriate moments (on the subway, sans tissues; in class, again, w/o tissues, etc). But, I'm still not there yet. I am still sick, sick.

Question: I should probably know this, and I could Wikipedia the answer, but does anyone know why noses get runny? I realize it's the increase in mucus production to release bacteria/viruses/invasive things, but why does the mucus get really liquidy (TMI?)? Like water? Blech! I'd imagine it's just an overproduction of mucus, so there isn't time for it to... congeal? (I'm thinking that's the wrong word).

Anyways. I'm basically tres occupied with academics right now... the end of term is approaching, meaning I have finals and final assignments (essays ga-lore) to complete.

That said, I'll try to keep posting.

Chya,

Daisy.

Sick.

I'm getting sick.

My throat is really sore and itchy-feeling, and sore throats (for me) usually augur runny and stuffed noses, chills, drowsiness... all that fun stuff.

Fab-u-lous, right?

Me and the guy from my second post, can't remember the pseudonym I gave him, and I don't plan on reading back right now (bleh! I am sick, laziness is expected!), were supposed to go out on Friday night, but I have a feeling that my illness will be in full swing by then. And he's a horny bastard, and I probably won't be in a sex-giving mood. Therefore, I will probably have to rain check that shit.

Ughughugh.

PS Term is almost up, and he'll be going back home! I wonder how this fling of ours will work out over the 4 months of no school... I've never long distance relationshipped before, and I've always been hesitant to support/believe in them... practicality seems to be against them. :(

Tete a tete.

Kthxbye, Facebook:
I licked at the tip of his penis. A milky fluid oozed out of it, I used my tongue to taste it. Salty. I cringed, he responded by pushing his cock into my mouth. I hesitated and gagged, he pushed deeper. He was fucking my face and holding onto my mess of hair. He roughly pulled my head onto him, and pushed me off. I was gagging, but my pussy was flexing with excitement. I wanted it harder, faster, deeper.

He pulled me up. I was gasping for air, my mouth was open and my eyes glazed. I could imagine what I looked like: A filthy whore wanting to be mistreated. I wanted him to hurt me and violate me.

He picked me up and threw me onto the bed. “Ouch”, I said, coyly. He smiled, then leapt onto me. Using three fingers as a surrogate cock, he banged me. Ouch. He growled into my ear and kissed my neck. Tongue, teeth, tongue.

My entire body was thrusting beneath him. He handled my breasts. He began to knead them with his hands gently. I moaned, he used his mouth on my nipples, then tugged at them with his teeth. His cock lay against my abdomen, stiff and sticky. “I want you in meee”, I managed to let out. I fingered his cock and tried to stick it into my vagina.

He slipped out of my grasp and nipped my breast. “I’m leading this,” he reminded me. I surrendered, and lay helpless on the bed. He rested on his elbows above me, inches of space between us. I looked at his cock, thick, long, pulsating.

He placed the tip of his cock at my pussy’s opening. I closed my eyes, readying myself. Suddenly, I felt a painful jab. He shoved himself roughly into my ass. Tears escaped my eyes, I struggled, but he restrained me.

He stopped thrusting his pelvis, as I was holding my breath. He pulled his cock out quickly, and slammed into my pussy. I gasped. He placed my legs on his shoulders, and proceeded to fuck me as hard as he could. I imagined that if I held my abdomen, I would feel him slamming into me. I bit my lip.

My pussy started to convulse and I breathed more rapidly. He continued fucking me. I came hard, and juices flowed out of my cunt surrounding his cock. It was glistening. He wiped some of my fluids with his hand, and shoved his fingers into my mouth. I lapped at it.

Still thrusting into me, he told me was coming. He pulled out before he ejaculated, and came over my face. He told me to lay still.

He got up and left the room. I began to finger myself, with his cum all over my face. I was enjoying myself when he returned, with a camera. “Cheese, whore… This one’s for Facebook.”

(After-the-fact introduction?):

The boy was from school. Typical, stereotypical, university male: averagely handsome (think a less refined Abercrombie or Hollister type), confident of his intelligence and attractiveness (arrogant!), well off, alcohol- and girl- loving.

We had a couple of classes together and flirted back and forth. He asked me to coffee, I agreed. We drank coffee. Technically, I had a green tea, and he had a sweet pseudo-coffee drink (maple latte, something), which I teased him for.

We talked about our high school, we complained about university, we agreed to go the campus gym together sometime. We set a new coffee date in the near future.

He told me he lived on campus. I told him I wished that I did. I asked him how living in residence was: “Are the rooms tiny? My friends complain about lacking closet space. And the walls… paper thin, right?” He responded in the negative, and invited me to inspect his room.

It was 7:00 at night, I congratulated him on his clever pick up linw, and told him to wait until he’s bought be dinner first. We laughed, we walked. We ended up at his room. It was small, with paper thin walls and a tiny closet. He had a guitar beside his bed. “You play?”. Yes. He played some song “I absolutely love”, and then we made out.

He didn’t have condoms, “you don’t do this often?”, I teased again. Apparently not. Somehow we began talking about how we like to have sex… my first time was in a limo after prom. It lasted, probably five minutes. He (from prom) was so careful to ensure my enjoyment, it bugged me, I told him (tonight) I liked it rough. He told me about his first time. Grade eleven. Girlfriend of two years, anniversary.

She cheated on him, they’re “so over.”

We began making out again. 8:30. He asked me if I was thirsty, indeed I was. Sunny D or vodka..? He didn’t have much. I’ll do vodka. “Hahaha, I hate Sunny D. You shouldn’t drink that stuff.”

We did shots. I was still thirsty, but comfortable and buzzed. We made out again, clothes disappeared along with our qualms. I ended up on my knees blowing him. After an hour (give or take fifteen minutes), I found out he has no problem giving it to me rough.

We were both finished and satisfied, he got up and came back armed with a digital camera. With Paris Hilton in mind, I snatched the camera away from him and deleted all pictures regarding my body and his bodily fluids.

He told me he was just kidding, we lay down on his bed, under covers, and I told him I was tired. I fell asleep against his chest.

Sometime between then (9:00) and the next morning, he took his camera back out.

Who, what, wear.

To familiarize you all with the identity of "Chloe" (pseudonym, of course), here's a brief and factual introduction.

• female
• university student (psychology major)
• lovelovelove indie and rock music
• same for fashion
• Canadian (Ontario, precisely)
• intelligent (standardized testing tells me so, 98th percentile!!)
• compulsive liar (not bad enough to be diagnosed, though :))
• loves animals, but misanthropic
• heterosexual, but loves looking at pornography and fantasizing about attractive ladies
• loves the television. For reals.
• it's true! Names are changed, details changed.

That's it, for now. Stay tuned for my personal, educational, sexual, professional, etc. adventures!

Cheers.