Monday, July 30, 2012

Ted: A Theater Experience

Boyfriend and I went to see Ted a couple of weeks ago (before the Colorado shooting). We went on a Wednesday, so the theater wasn’t packed but there were a good number of people there. It was a very funny movie but a very odd theater experience.

Guys, I could have made about 100 more of these drawings, but it’s just the same thing over and over again. In a bizarre 180 from the whole Midnight in Paris debacle, we were the only ones in the theater who were laughing out loud.

Does this happen to anyone else? (But seriously, go see it. It’s hilariously filthy.)

Friday, July 27, 2012

I Don't Do Well in the Heat.

This probably is not a huge shock to anyone, but I do not do well in the heat. I become sweaty angry Gia. And in case you haven’t noticed or read my post from earlier this month, the entire east coast has been about 10,000 degrees.

Yes, this is becoming a problem. Especially because the ac at work is fickle, so sometimes my side of the building ends up getting super hot.

Yes, it makes my hair frizzy and my makeup run.
And you know what else I hate about the heat? Cars. Thank God Boyfriend got me a sun visor because this was happening every day:

Wait, you can’t tell what’s happening here? Let me explain:
Seriously. Dark interior suuuucks.
I’ve been blasting in the ac in my apartment to keep cool.

Boyfriend's reaction:
No, no I do not.
Sure, my bank account is sad, but it’s worth it.

One of the few things I do miss about my old apartment was the pool. I’ve actually been driving home on the weekends to chill at my parent’s little above ground pool. It’s the only thing that seems to work.

Happy Gia:

Wait, happier Gia:
Everything is better with ice cream.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012


Last Monday, I took the day off work to get errands done. Result? Most frustrating day ever.

Firstly, I needed to go to the dmv and get a new license. I googled their address.

Secondly, I needed to go to the registration place to get new plates for my car.

Then I decided to go to the mall to do a little shopping and look at comfy futons.

FINE. I went to Target and they no longer had a sample futon out that I had seen a few weeks ago. So I decided to go to a mattress store to check out futons there.

Then I gave up and went home. Because seriously, what the fuck? My day would have more productive if I literally stayed in bed all day.

Lesson learned. Don’t try to be productive, ever.

Monday, July 23, 2012

The Artist: A Review

Boyfriend and I watched The Artist this weekend. 

See Midnight in Paris experience. 

Hint: It's not.

Popcorn spoons. It needs to catch on.

And then the first ten minutes of Louie were silent as well (showing him going to Miami and frolicking on the beach) and I thought maybe I got sucked into a silent movie alternate dimension and I started tripping balls. But then he started talking and everything was okay again. 

We feel pretty strongly about that one.