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I have a confession. And it’s not something I’m proud of.

Back in November, when the new Twilight movie, New Moon, was coming out, I wrote about how bad I thought the first one was, and how I would not be seeing the second. And how I didn’t want to read the books (for fear of liking them).

I still haven’t read the books.

But Sunday afternoon, after a productive morning, mind you, all I wanted to do was veg out and watch a movie. And I didn’t want to re-watch anything I owned, so I looked on the interwebs. Now, maybe I was influenced by the recent ads showing the release of New Moon to DVD. Maybe I was just feeling particularly in touch with my inner (former?) teen angst. Maybe I just wanted to know if Taylor Lautner‘s abs looked as good as everyone said they did.

Or maybe it was all of the above. Because I spent Sunday afternoon watching New Moon.

There you have it. I caved. I fell to the power of Hollywood and boredom – a lethal combination.

And you know what else? I didn’t hate it.

Was it still a little melodramatic and absurd? Of course. Hello, teen angst! Do I still enjoy this LOLCats version of the movie? Well, how could I not? Do I still not fully agree with the glittery vampire idea? No, I don’t. Were the abs everything I thought they would be? And more.

Wait, what? Sorry. I was just on a roll there.

Anyway, I just thought you should know – in the interest of being honest. And, as much as I try to resist, I’ll probably end up seeing the third movie, too. Not in the theater, but who really cares about that distinction at this point?

But I’m still not reading the books. That’s a line I’m just not willing to cross.*

*I reserve the right to change my mind. Or cave, as the case may be.

P.S. 4 days ’til the marathon…

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Today is LB’s birthday. We’re meeting up with her right after work, so I brought her present in with me this morning. Her favorite drink is a martini.

Say no more.

Happy Birthday, LB!

Of course on the day that I bring alcohol into the office, I’m in the elevator with the Vice President of our organization. She looked down at my bag – saw the martini mixings on the one side and the oatmeal on the other – and looked back up at me. As I stammered a bit, trying to explain the birthday thing, and that I don’t bring vodka, vermouth, and olives into work on a regular basis, she just gave me a little knowing smile.

Oatmeal and vodka, hm? That sounds like quite the lunch.

So…maybe she’s just jealous?

Either that or she’s really looking forward to reporting me.

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(678): while 90% of the female population goes to worship a fictional character tonight at midnight, I will be taking advantage of having the bars ALL TO MYSELF.

I guess that means it’s finally time for the new Twilight movie, doesn’t it? New Moon?

I know that some people have been counting down to this. They feel the same way about Twilight as I do about Harry Potter. Except slightly more rabid. (Them, not me.) But I have a hard time getting behind the Twilight phenomenon.

[Full disclosure: I haven’t read any of the Twilight books. I know that they’re a fast read. I know they’re supposed to be better than the movies. I think there’s a part of me that’s actually afraid of liking them. So I’m abstaining all together.]

Anyway, because I haven’t read any of the books, my opinion of the series is based on the movie. Because, yes, I did see the first one. I love a good teen angst story as much as the next girl. I’ve thought Robert Pattinson was attractive ever since I saw him as Cedric Diggory.

So I allowed a couple coworkers to convince me to go to the theater.

That’s two hours of my life that I’ll never get back.

For the first half of the movie, I was actually laughing out loud. (It was not supposed to be a comedy.)

For the second half, I was cringing because the awkwardness was just so palpable. And yes, teens are awkward, but it felt like awkward acting, as opposed to awkward adolescence.

But then, months later when the DVD was coming out, and I saw the previews on TV again, I found myself thinking: hm, maybe it wasn’t as bad as I remember…

Wait, what?! Where did that even come from? Talk about your selective memory…

I’ve now found myself doing it again with New Moon. I know that I don’t actually want to see it. I didn’t enjoy the first one, why would I put myself through the second?

But still, some of the trailers seem appealing…

And that’s exactly how I got sucked in the first time.

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Much like a handshake, I think you can tell a lot about a person by the way they hug.

Think about it, taking the handshake first.

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I know I’m not the only one who judges a limp wrist versus a firm grip. Too loose makes me wonder why you bothered to take my hand in the first place. But too firm crushes my fingers, and makes me think that you feel you have something to prove.

And the lingering handshake? Oof. That’s just uncomfortable all around.

Then there’s the hug.

It can be tricky, I’ll grant you, if you’re unsure where you stand with a person.

Do you even go for the hug in the first place?

Do you do like that ass-out hug? Where you like, you hug each other like this and your ass sticks out cause you’re trying not to get too close?

Do you do that one-arm hug where you’re kind of standing side by side, and you’re not sure how close you are/want to get?

Both of those say, I’m feeling a little bit awkward and uncomfortable here, and I don’t know where we stand, but I know we’re close enough to go for more than a handshake.

Or what about the hug and cheek kiss combo? If you initiate, it either says I’m a little bit old school or I’m trying too hard to be European when I’m not, depending on the rest of your demeanor. I don’t think I need to say that one is preferable to the other.

You have the all-over weak hugs, where you’re just going through the motions. But it’s pretty much the equivalent of the limp wrist handshake. You wonder why you bothered in the first place.

But then, with the right people, you have those big, squeezing bear hugs, that make you feel safe and enveloped. And that say “I’m so glad to see you,” without having to actually say anything at all.

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Those are the most telling – and the very best kind.

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