It amazes me the kinds of conversations guys will have when they're working out together at the gym. Even when a girl is sitting no less than five feet from them. Today's, for example:

Guy 1: Arright, we gotta do abs next.
Guy 2: Dude, I'm getting so psyched...when we're finished with this program they're gonna be like, BAM.
Guy 1: Oh yeah!
Guy 2: Dude, I'll be able to wear a shirt with all the buttons undone--and the chicks'll just be like, all over me.
Guy 1: You know it bro.

It was all I could do to keep from bursting out laughing. Because, golly, the things it does to me when I see a guy wearing a completely unbottoned shirt. Like, for instance making me want to tell him he's a loser, and the Fabio tryouts aren't for another month.

Unfortunately, the more I thought about it, the more I realized...there are girls that are impressed by that. A lot. Way more than there should be. After a couple of profile views on MySpace, I can barely wrap my mind around how brainless and skanky so many of the female population really are. Now, granted, this is the internet we're talking about, and we all know how crazy girls seem to get with webcams and pictures and any other means that will allow guys to comment, "Whoa, yer hot!" Which is exactly the thing that annoys me: women complain that men are sexist and the media objectifies women and blah blah blah, yet the lines for Playboy models and the millions upon zillions of porn sites will never run low. Because somehow there are always fifty thousand girls ready to have their pictures taken. For what? For a split-second of feeling secure in their looks, for the armies of perverts that are more than ready to send them creepy emails that are laden with compliments? I just don't get it. Get a hobby. Go read a book. But for the sake of us all, find self-confidence without being a ho.

//end diatribe.

In less rant-y news, I got the most perfect Audrey-esque vintage dress last Friday. For ten bucks. Oh yeah. I just need to get the zipper fixed, but let me tell you: it's amazing. I'll post pictures once it's back from the tailors, but until then, I'll leave it at the fact that it's my favorite vintage find to date.
I actually found it in this awesome little shop in downtown Ferndale. The owner is a thirtysomthing year old gay guy, and I talked to him for three hours. I know, I couldn't believe it either. But he was so interesting! We talked about Europe, Old Hollywood, good movies to rent, books...it's the longest conversation I've had with a complete stranger since Wally, the owner of my favorite record store. And I really enjoyed it. I also enjoyed the live musci that Ferndale randomly had going--a dj and not one, but two soul bands--on three different corners of the street. Walking around amongst all the people who were enjoying the late July evening, I wished that Caleb were there to enjoy it. And I knew it was one of the things that I really would miss heading back to Lynchburg.

Which (woo hoo!) is coming sooner than I thought it would! I can hardly believe that next Wednesday I'm going to be back in Virginia. And back with Caleb, and David's Place, and the Mac Lab, and my friends...I really can't wait. This summer has gone by faster than I expected, and I admit I'm glad for it. It's sad that half my working money is going to pay for school, but I'm grateful that my parents have covered as much as they have.

Oh, random tidbit of the day--one of my co-workers told me today that a few months ago, a guy lost conciousness and drove through the main entrance of the mall. Yes, through the glass doors. Amazingly, no one was hurt, but apparently when it happened, everyone ran downstairs to see. Now, I don't know about you, but when I hear a loud crash and lots of glass breaking in a public place, and there's smoke coming up, I tend to want to run away from whatever scary thing that might be (curious as I am). Especially with the whole, you know, bombs and terrorists bit. But then, maybe that's just me.

I watched "Valley of the Dolls" today. It's an old sixties flick based on a novel. I was actually pretty impressed. It's mostly about drugs, fame, and heartbreak, but the directing was very well done. I wouldn' tgo so far as to put it in my top ten, but if you need a movie to rent, try it.

I decided I'm actually going to go spend some time in my room for once. Reading. And eating popcorn. This needs to be done, as it hasn't been in a long, long time. Hasta!


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