Posts tagged with "fashion"

Don't Look

The idea that social pea­cock­ing occurs sea­son­al­ly has recent­ly been brought up. My friend and I both agreed that win­ter is the time for males to wear their nicer, thick­er clothes in order to empha­size their shoul­ders or face or even class. Summer, on the oth­er hand, is the time females show skin and curves. Thus, appeal becomes a sea­son­al­ly based idea. Both sex­es, fol­low­ing evo­lu­tion­ary instincts, are attract­ed to fig­ures and faces.

Another thing to con­sid­er is the fact that girls are com­mon­ly born with the appeal­ing curvy shape, where­as guys are born with­out strong mus­cu­lar def­i­n­i­tion. This caus­es the empha­sis of the male appeal to lie strong­ly on the face, and reveal­ing clothes become less impor­tant.

On cruis­ing the sum­mer streets, my friend told me that he hoped girls have as hard a time keep­ing their eyes straight dur­ing the win­ter as guys do in the sum­mer, assum­ing that the above is true. I real­ized that what I find appeal­ing is more com­mon in the win­ter, which is quite the oppo­site of the believed norm. I’m more of a face per­son than any­thing, and a nice turtle­neck, suit, or drag­ging skirt makes me notice some­one of the oppo­site sex more than tank tops or tight jeans.

I’m rarely one who is caught check­ing some­one out since I don’t real­ly care enough to become fix­at­ed on boo­bies. Darren tells me that he com­mon­ly notices oth­er guys star­ing at the racy lit­tle blond walk­ing by, but just as before, it’s not some­thing that I notice. We both agreed that the worst case is catch­ing old men tilt­ing their heads for an ass-check. How ter­ri­ble would it be to find out that one’s grand­fa­ther is an ass man?

It makes me won­der whether girls also leer at guys in the same dis­gust­ing fash­ion or maybe they are much more sub­tle. Perhaps some girls do have a hard time in the win­ter.

I’m sure that guys would like to know.

Blue Linen Pants, and Super Troopers

I bought a pair of dark blue linen pants from America two weeks ago dur­ing one of Aaron’s shifts, and have been wear­ing them ever since. They have to be the most com­fort­able pair of any­thing I’ve ever bought. I’ve also been look­ing for a black col­lar, but noth­ing has real­ly been turn­ing up; stores usu­al­ly only sell cuffs of the spiked or non-spiked vari­ety.

My down­load of Super Troopers fin­ished yes­ter­day and I final­ly got a chance to watch it. I was expect­ing more humour, but the humour that was there was def­i­nite­ly of the gut bust­ing, side-split­ting vari­ety.

The Fourth Day

Four con­sec­u­tive writ­ing days in a row. Balls.

Pat called me yes­ter­day to see how I was doing. How fuck­ing amaz­ing is that? When I found out, the back of my nose felt tight­ly con­gest­ed, and the rims of my eyes start­ed to tin­gle. I need to be more like Pat. I real­ized yes­ter­day that he’s like my preach­er; he’s the only one I can talk to with­out fear­ing judg­ment or embar­rass­ment. It’s not that my oth­er friends aren’t under­stand­ing, it’s that Pat is able to see the moti­va­tions that dri­ve the actions one does, with­out wor­ry­ing about whether the con­se­quences are for bet­ter or worse. He’s able to see the good in many peo­ple, and I guess that I need to be remind­ed that I have some good in me on occa­sion.

I think I need boobs. I bought a turtle­neck dur­ing a box­ing day sale. I found it on a table stacked with oth­er mot­ley piles of clothes, in the mid­dle of the store, for 50% off. I did­n’t try it on, since the lines for the change rooms were ridicu­lous­ly long. I got home and tried it on, and it felt a little…large. I tried to shrink it in the wash, but it only slight­ly worked, because it still fit in an odd way. I real­ized today that it might be a girls’ turtle­neck, and that the extra room in it might be for a healthy rack. I’m not com­plete­ly sure, because I’ve nev­er tried on what I know to be a girls’ turtle­neck, and the beige colour isn’t par­tic­u­lar­ly fem­i­nine. I sup­pose I could try to return it since it has­n’t been worn yet, and has­n’t been (notice­ably) washed, but I’d rather have the boobs.

I’ve tried to change the date and time cod­ing in PHP, so that it more accu­rate­ly rep­re­sents when the entries were writ­ten, but no such luck. The serv­er this is host­ed on is locat­ed in Hong Kong, which is about 13 hours ahead, so all the entries seem like they’re writ­ten 13 hours into the future. I found out how to edit the val­ues of the date and time, but only when it’s from a cur­rent time­stamp, and not when it’s being retrieved from a data­base. I might just try to fig­ure out a way around every­thing if I real­ly feel the need to have accu­rate num­bers.

I think that I stop read­ing dur­ing par­tic­u­lar­ly stress­ful school terms. My free time alone is gen­er­al­ly divid­ed between gam­ing and read­ing, and when I need some stress relief then gam­ing is just able to deliv­er much bet­ter. As Doug and I dis­cussed, we’re able to lose our­selves, to just let go of every­thing else and be com­plete­ly absorbed. Sometimes my stress will spill over though, and I’ll feel the need to write.

Ground Zero

I feel jit­tery. I feel ner­vous. I feel like I’m at ground zero, yet again. I must write.

I end­ed up get­ting gro­ceries on Monday, at the most con­ve­nient Loblaws still open. It’s at a decent loca­tion, and right on the tran­sit­way, but much small­er than the Loblaws I used to fre­quent. That’s alright though, since it just means that I can’t pick up lawn fur­ni­ture or air hock­ey tables in the bulk buy­ers sec­tion.

I’ve been relax­ing too much dur­ing read­ing week. I’m not sure how much work I should attempt to get done in the next few days. On the one hand, I see it as a break, and that I should be doing noth­ing but relax­ing. On the oth­er hand, I also see it as catch-up week, which is the way most of my friends are view­ing it as well, mak­ing me feel guilty that I plan on hav­ing a supine mood through most of the week. I’ll be try­ing to study with Aaron tomor­row though, so hope­ful­ly his work eth­ic will rub off on me.

I final­ly found a word for non-phys­i­cal affin­i­ty (as opposed to a phys­i­cal affin­i­ty, which would be “fetish”): propen­si­ty. It’s too bad that propen­si­ty does­n’t have the same sex­u­al con­no­ta­tion asso­ci­at­ed with it, but then again, I must be the only per­son I know that gets turned on by some­one’s per­son­al­i­ty or actions.

I’ve been liv­ing out of my Banana Republic hood­ie late­ly. It’s the hood­ie I’ve felt the most com­fort­able in; the sleeves are nice and long, the mate­r­i­al is a sort of soft, smooth cot­ton, and the hood isn’t too stiff. I wish there was a Banana Republic some­where in this city. I’ve always liked the qual­i­ty of their mate­ri­als, the semi-for­mal look of their casu­al clothes.

Spoiled Food, Chinese Accents, Etc.

I for­got to plug in my freez­er after dis­con­nect­ing it to free up a spot on the pow­er sock­et on Saturday, so basi­cal­ly all my food has gone bad. I still have some break­fast and lunch food in the refrig­er­a­tor, but that’s about it. I won’t be able to do much gro­cery shop­ping this week due to all the shit I have to get done, and the most con­ve­nient store for me to get to is closed until the fall, so I’m pret­ty much fucked, food-wise, for a few days.

I can’t stand what peo­ple believe are Chinese accents. Every time I hear one from a North American source, the accent can’t be fur­ther from real­ism. Every time a Chinese per­son is on the Simpson’s, or a Crank Yankers prank call from a Chinese guy, or even the fuck­ing Chinese peo­ple speak in C&C: Generals, I get pissed off. Why don’t they just get an actu­al Chinese per­son to do the accent? The accents are not even close to what a nasty Chinese per­son sounds like. It’s like they have to tone down the accent so that peo­ple can rec­og­nize it (let alone under­stand what the per­son is say­ing), and so that it can be accept­ed by the gen­er­al pub­lic.

Speaking of C&C: Generals, I was able to get my hands on a copy of it today, a few days before it’s due out in Canada. It looks amaz­ing, but pos­si­bly a lit­tle too clut­tered for actu­al game­play pur­pos­es. I’m not sure if I’ll buy it yet. I’ll prob­a­bly wait and see if my friends are inter­est­ed in pur­chas­ing it for online play, and if I get addict­ed enough to war­rant sup­port of EA Games, although I’m sure they have enough mon­ey as a pub­lish­er of main­stream games already.

I got a com­pli­ment on my black nail pol­ish today. I was pleased, I guess, but I sup­pose that it’s rare that one would make a bad com­ment on some­thing like that; I think that most peo­ple, if not find­ing it atrac­tive, would sim­ply remain silent.

Somehow I got an 80% on my cryp­tog­ra­phy assign­ment. I imag­ine that the class aver­age was around there. The ques­tions were so dif­fi­cult that the TA had to be extreme­ly gen­er­ous with the marks. Pat end­ed up get­ting 88%, which I feel is unfair, since he spent so much more time on his assign­ment than I did. It seems to be such a plight of uni­ver­si­ty, that pro­fes­sors don’t real­ize that stu­dents’ capa­bil­i­ties are much low­er than theirs.