Not the best use of a Casablanca reference, but oh well…

Richard Blaine, American. Age, thirty-seven. Cannot return to his country.

Why is it that I can relate more to guys in stories rather than the girls? Or, the bad guys, rather than the good guys? Oh no wait, I know. It’s because they’re the ones who don’t get a happy ending.

You all know the famous Casablanca quote, I’m sure:

“Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.”

This, of course, is said by Rick, who is questioning Fate. Because why did Fate let him and Ilsa meet, when it’s just going to tear them apart? Well, Fate hasn’t been on my side lately, which breaks my heart, because I used to think we were BFFs. So, I thought of my own twist to that Casablanca quote. And here it is:

“But my gin joint is just like all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world… Why couldn’t she have walked into mine?”

Of course, this quote would totally work better if I was a guy, because it sounds weird when I say something like “Why couldn’t she have…” But it would even be weirder if I changed it to “Why couldn’t he have…” because I’m a girl, but I own a gin joint. I’m not saying girls aren’t allowed to have gin joints. It’s just that, it’s not in my personality to be the kind of person to own a gin joint. Grrr Society. Why did you impose these roles on us? Does it entertain you that there are girls who think it’s awkward if we sell alcohol and guys think it’s weird if they like ballet?

Please, Don’t Interrupt

I didn’t mean for this to be a rant blog but, oh well.

Why do some people think it’s okay to interrupt other people when they’re speaking? As in, mid-sentence, mid-word even, and they think that that’s a fine time to say their opinion. Weren’t we all taught how sentences work? As in, when a person stops talking, or pauses, then that’s the end of the sentence, and that’s when you can start saying your own sentence.

I don’t mean to be a b*tch but this is just one of the things I really hate. Know-it-alls who interrupt me while I’m talking, telling me things as if they’re the authority on it, while I actually already know what they’re going to say, and had they only let me finish the sentence, they would know that I was going to say the exact same thing. Because I already know it. Tapos sila pa magagalit when you point out to them that if only they’d let you finish your sentence then hindi na hahaba ang usapan.

Look, if you’re going to be impolite and interrupt me while I’m talking, don’t expect that I’ll still be courteous when I reply. Papainitin mo ‘yung ulo nung tao tapos ikaw magagalit ‘pag naasar siya sa’yo? WTH?

Now What?

So, I really want to be understanding and all, but why does the world do this to me? What has the world got against me? Okay, that’s too dramatic, I know I’m lucky because I’m still alive and I have a roof over my head and there’s food in the house blah blah blah so yeah, the world loves me plenty, fine. I guess the real question is, what has love got against me?

See, to prevent ourselves from fighting, E and I have worked out a standing schedule: We’ll meet every Thursday of the week, provided I don’t hassle him about meeting me any other day. I figured that once a week is alright, I mean, I have work now which requires me to be home late on Mondays until Wednesdays anyway, so the Thursday schedule thing is good.

But now, it’s Thursday, and suddenly he’s out sick. WHY.

I know it’s not his fault. I know he didn’t choose to be sick. Which is why I’m blaming the universe. Why, out of all the days of the week, would the universe make him sick today?! Why not yesterday? Why not tomorrow?? And it’s the second to the last Thursday that we can see each other, too. Because you know, we sort of had a deal that we wouldn’t meet on April. Which is stupid, but whatever.

What really sucks is that E isn’t a reasonable person and I know that if I try to convince him to meet with me another day, he won’t do it and he’ll say something like “Getting sick is a circumstance beyond our control and it’s not like I can turn back time,” like he did when he left me to watch Iron Man 2 by myself even when we already bought 2 tickets in advance. And because I don’t want to fight, I’m going to suck it up, no matter how unfair it is.

I want to scream at the top of my lungs. And possibly kill someone. But I don’t want to disturb the peace, so let me have this blog entry, which is emo, and stupid, and unreasonable, but… I have nothing scheduled for today now. I can just write blog entries all day. I think I’m a pretty patient person. I try not to get mad at all the little things. But the world just makes it impossible for anyone to be happy all the time.

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In other news, only two entries so far for March and the month’s almost ending. What is wrong with me?

It’s So Cool!

Look! The days of the week for February of this year are the same days for March of this year! As in, February 1 is a Tuesday, and March 1 is also a Tuesday. And February 14 is a Monday, and March 14 is also a Monday! February 25 is a Friday, and March 25 is also a… Well, you get the point.

Isn’t it amazing?!!

Or, am I just really shallow and I’m the only one who thinks this is something to be happy about? Whatever. It’s the first time in my lifetime that this has happened (that I noticed).