I am exceptionally out of it today, so here's a series of loosely related thoughts...
I overslept by A LOT this morning due to a combination of a misbehaving alarm clock and a bad case of insomnia. As late as I slept, the only reason I woke up when I did was because the maintenance guys were pounding on my door so they could come in and change my air filter. If they hadn't come by, I might still be asleep now.
We had pizza at work today in honor of my upcoming birthday, and that was lovely. It also nicely counterbalanced the jokes that my officemate kept making about how I was going to be fired due to tardiness.
I bought a new alarm clock that will also play my ipod, so that's cool.
I enjoyed the song "I Kissed a Girl" when it was first released, and that was fun while it lasted, but I think it's about time that Katy Perry be stopped.
Did I mention that the first thing I did when I woke up was send my officemate an email, subject line: "ACK!" ?
According to my former boss / co-author, the response we got back on that paper yesterday is no big deal and should be easy to respond to. Somewhere, in an alternate universe, there is a version of me that accepts criticism with grace and aplomb.
Does anybody have any tips on what kind of face you're supposed to make when people are singing happy birthday to you? Also, what do you do with your hands? Is there a way to prevent people from singing to you altogether? It's too late to avoid it this year, but I'd like to start preparing for next time.
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Thursday, June 17, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
This Life of Mine is Getting Out of Hand
So far I've managed to watch 5 episodes of True Blood Season 2, and I just have one question: Am I the only person that wants to punch herself in the face every time Sookie and Bill have a conversation? I just can't stop thinking about the picture Sweetney posted on her site awhile back. (Seriously, follow that link, it makes me giggle so much.)
At any rate, I was up late last night watching so much vampire smut that I slept in... um... quite a lot today. And now I have to head over to stay at my friend's house so we can get up early in the morning and run in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure. I've never run in a legit race before, so this is a test. It's only a 5k so it's not a real big deal, but if I have a panic attack and fall to the ground in the fetal position due to all the excitement, there's still time to drop out of the half marathon!
I'll let you know how it goes.
At any rate, I was up late last night watching so much vampire smut that I slept in... um... quite a lot today. And now I have to head over to stay at my friend's house so we can get up early in the morning and run in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure. I've never run in a legit race before, so this is a test. It's only a 5k so it's not a real big deal, but if I have a panic attack and fall to the ground in the fetal position due to all the excitement, there's still time to drop out of the half marathon!
I'll let you know how it goes.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
A Japanese Vampire Party, Just As God Intended
This evening, I ran farther than I've ever run in my life! Five miles! I'm sure that sometime during the next 3 months of training the novelty of setting new records will wear off, but for now I think it's cause for celebration.
How am I celebrating? Well I'm glad you asked!
So to recap: run 5 miles, spend $50. I think maybe after I finish running the race, I'll buy a car.
How am I celebrating? Well I'm glad you asked!
So to recap: run 5 miles, spend $50. I think maybe after I finish running the race, I'll buy a car.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Lifestyles of a Young Recluse
I know it's already March 9th, but I have finally settled on a goal for this month, and now I shall share it with you. This week is actually my Spring Break, and I'm celebrating by lots of sleeping and homework. Also, playing The Sims, because I live the kind of glamorous life that most other 20-somethings only dream of. It's all this extra free time and the excessive Sims-playing that has inspired this month's goals, which are as follows:
GOALS!: By the end of the month, I'd like to finish reading at least one book for pleasure and at least one crochet project.
I'm making this goal as a way to push myself to spend my free time a little more constructively. I have all these fun things I'd like to do, like reading books, or crocheting things, or building that biplane I keep talking about, but I always put them off until I have "more free time." But the fact is that I have a fair amount of free time as it is (or, I make free time for myself, even if it's not the best idea), and I usually end up spending it screwing around on the computer or watching TV. And really, if I'm going to waste my valuable paper-writing time, I might as well waste it in a more active way rather than just passively soaking up pop culture. So! Time to get at least one of those unread books off my bedside table!
Make no mistake, these goals are really no more glamorous than what I've been doing with my time, but at least they'll help me build valuable skills which will someday make me a much better housewife, or something. Plus, maybe now if I waste a whole day without doing any homework, I can at least say that I accomplished something other than helping my Sim get a promotion. Not that I've ever considered that a major accomplishment, I mean... that would just be sad.
GOALS!: By the end of the month, I'd like to finish reading at least one book for pleasure and at least one crochet project.
I'm making this goal as a way to push myself to spend my free time a little more constructively. I have all these fun things I'd like to do, like reading books, or crocheting things, or building that biplane I keep talking about, but I always put them off until I have "more free time." But the fact is that I have a fair amount of free time as it is (or, I make free time for myself, even if it's not the best idea), and I usually end up spending it screwing around on the computer or watching TV. And really, if I'm going to waste my valuable paper-writing time, I might as well waste it in a more active way rather than just passively soaking up pop culture. So! Time to get at least one of those unread books off my bedside table!
Make no mistake, these goals are really no more glamorous than what I've been doing with my time, but at least they'll help me build valuable skills which will someday make me a much better housewife, or something. Plus, maybe now if I waste a whole day without doing any homework, I can at least say that I accomplished something other than helping my Sim get a promotion. Not that I've ever considered that a major accomplishment, I mean... that would just be sad.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
The Best New Show on Television?!? YES.
I wrote a really long post just now, but it's kind of messy and also I realized that my last post was also ridiculously long, so I thought I'd give you a few videos as a reprieve in the meantime. I don't know if you've heard of or have been watching Community, but it's really good, in my humble opinion. It comes on NBC on Thursdays, but I'm not really sure what time, because usually I'm watching Fringe on Thursdays and I just catch up with Community on Hulu. By the way, did you know that Hulu has old Twilight Zone episodes?? Consider yourself alerted. Anyway, the point is, I should probably watch less TV, but you should definitely be watching more TV, specifically Community. Here are some videos to persuade you:
Can you say no to that? No you cannot.
Can you say no to that? No you cannot.
Friday, July 3, 2009
I've Been Watching A Lot Of Bones Reruns
This is Emily Deschanel:
This is her younger sister Zooey Deschanel:
I can't possibly be the only straight woman in the world who'd be willing to make out with both of them. Can I?
Happy 4th of July Weekend!
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Two Inappropriate Things for Tuesday
I just want to quickly share two very important things with you. First off, you should know that whenever this song comes on the radio, I and embarrassingly enthusiastic little dance in my car...
... and I'm not nearly as ashamed as I ought to be.
Secondly, I think about this scene from Grandma's Boy more often than you'd imagine.
At any given moment the probability is pretty high that in my head, I'm drunkenly singing 'Push It.'
Now, on with your day!
... and I'm not nearly as ashamed as I ought to be.
Secondly, I think about this scene from Grandma's Boy more often than you'd imagine.
At any given moment the probability is pretty high that in my head, I'm drunkenly singing 'Push It.'
Now, on with your day!
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Your Source For Pop Culture News, A Month After It Was News
Over the weekend I saw this little film which you probably haven't heard of. It was called Star Trek? It's mostly about these two guys, 'James Kirk' and 'Spock,' who live in the future and are part of, like, this space military called 'Starfleet,' and they fly around in a space ship called 'the USS Enterprise' and some crazy shit goes down with Romulans and then they handle it and everything works out. Also Leonard Nimoy makes a bit of a cameo, but you probably don't even know who that is, so I don't know why I'm even mentioning it. Apparently there used to be a television show by the same name, and it was pretty popular, so I'm not sure why they haven't made a movie about it before now. At any rate, I just want you to know that Star Trek is a fantastic movie and it's very important to me that you see it as soon as possible, and then several more times after that. I think that you will find it enjoyable even if you have little previous knowledge of the Star Trek universe. It's the perfect mix of loud noises and explosions and humor and good times that you expect to see when you go to the cinema over the summer.
One thing about the movie that took me a little by surprise was how many members of the cast I found myself wanting to make sweet love to. I've always been a bit of a contrarian, prone to zigging with others expect me to zag, especially with regard to the kind of people I find attractive. In high school, there were always plenty of blonde-haired, blue-eyed athletic types that were the approved focus of the sexy fantasies of teenage girls. But no, those were not for me. Give me the quieter brown-eyed misfits, the ones that are equally likely to write poetry or have a gigantic music collection or read a lot of science fiction or make sarcastic comments under their breath. I like my men a little mysterious and misunderstood. This should come as no surprise to you, if you recall that I was in marching band.
(Related to quiet, mysterious men: In the movie, Spock makes a big deal about how important it is for Vulcans to keep their emotions completely under control and hidden way down deep inside. Me, to Lee: "Lee, be honest. Are you a Vulcan?")
Given my tendency to be too cool for the guys that 'everyone else' likes, when I heard all the buzz surrounding the hotness of the actor that was to play Capt. Kirk:
... I was all, "Whatever man, he's just another bland, pretty face that everybody will drool over because someone with authority declared him to be hot. Plus, look at his poofy hair." And since the film's only other option for eye candy was Spock, who would ordinarily be more my type, except I'm not so into the Vulcan eyebrows and pointy ears....
One thing about the movie that took me a little by surprise was how many members of the cast I found myself wanting to make sweet love to. I've always been a bit of a contrarian, prone to zigging with others expect me to zag, especially with regard to the kind of people I find attractive. In high school, there were always plenty of blonde-haired, blue-eyed athletic types that were the approved focus of the sexy fantasies of teenage girls. But no, those were not for me. Give me the quieter brown-eyed misfits, the ones that are equally likely to write poetry or have a gigantic music collection or read a lot of science fiction or make sarcastic comments under their breath. I like my men a little mysterious and misunderstood. This should come as no surprise to you, if you recall that I was in marching band.
(Related to quiet, mysterious men: In the movie, Spock makes a big deal about how important it is for Vulcans to keep their emotions completely under control and hidden way down deep inside. Me, to Lee: "Lee, be honest. Are you a Vulcan?")
Given my tendency to be too cool for the guys that 'everyone else' likes, when I heard all the buzz surrounding the hotness of the actor that was to play Capt. Kirk:
... I was all, "Whatever man, he's just another bland, pretty face that everybody will drool over because someone with authority declared him to be hot. Plus, look at his poofy hair." And since the film's only other option for eye candy was Spock, who would ordinarily be more my type, except I'm not so into the Vulcan eyebrows and pointy ears....
... I figured going in that this movie would be enjoyable and entertaining, but would not provide much in the way of fire for my loins. Imagine my surprise, then, when I left the theater not only blown away by the quality of the film, but also carrying a deep conviction that I would one day run away to a deserted island with Kirk and Spock, to live out our days in a spirit of mutual understanding, love, and boning.
(Fact: this past weekend my mother asked me to please stop using the word 'boning.' )
Truth be told, I think it was the good storytelling that warmed my icy heart in favor of the two men. You see, Kirk has a troubled past! He's a bad boy, yet he's super intelligent! He sticks to his guns and never gives up! And Spock! He's torn between two worlds! He doesn't know how to express himself, unsure when to follow his heart and when to bend to logic! Also, have you seen his beautiful brown eyes? I like brown eyes.
(And ok, I like passionate men who obviously need a woman to help them stay grounded. I could be that woman, you know? I could help Kirk settle down! I can show Spock how to feel! I swear Mom, I can change him! Ahem.)
Luckily, before I got too carried away by my fantasies of the dirty sexy times spent with the crew of the Enterprise, my date began to tell me his opinion on the film, opening with: "See, the thing is, Star Wars fans take great pride in the fact that our galaxy..." And that phrase was so adorable that I was rendered unable to ever think about another man again.
The end.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
If You Guessed "Almost Cried, Like an Idiot," You're a Winner!
Over the weekend, while watching my brother channel-surf through the holiday weekend TV options, I was treated to a few minutes of the story of 2005 American Idol winner Carrie Underwood. I don't watch American Idol, so all of this was news to me:
1) She grew up in a small town in Oklahoma, on a farm or something.
2) Her house in Oklahoma has this giant old console TV and wood paneling, which I think qualifies as 'humble beginnings.' Plus, we used to have a TV like that.
3) For her audition, she wore her hair in that classic small town dyed-blonde-and-scrunched-curly-with-mousse hairstyle that I remember so fondly from my high school days.*
4) Also for her audition, she sang "I Can't Make You Love Me," and it was adorable.
5) Now she's famous and she cried like a fool (I know, they showed video evidence) when she won her first Award for High Quality Country Music, because OMG she's just a sweet small town girl with nothing but a big heart and a dream and now she's famous and they smoothed out her hair and dreams DO come true, it could happen to any of us!!!
I'll give you one guess as to how I reacted to this news. Thank God my brother changed the channel when he did.
*I never wore my hair that way, but I was surrounded by it, and now seeing it makes me feel sort of nostalgic, just like strong Southern accents and the phrase "mud boggin".
1) She grew up in a small town in Oklahoma, on a farm or something.
2) Her house in Oklahoma has this giant old console TV and wood paneling, which I think qualifies as 'humble beginnings.' Plus, we used to have a TV like that.
3) For her audition, she wore her hair in that classic small town dyed-blonde-and-scrunched-curly-with-mousse hairstyle that I remember so fondly from my high school days.*
4) Also for her audition, she sang "I Can't Make You Love Me," and it was adorable.
5) Now she's famous and she cried like a fool (I know, they showed video evidence) when she won her first Award for High Quality Country Music, because OMG she's just a sweet small town girl with nothing but a big heart and a dream and now she's famous and they smoothed out her hair and dreams DO come true, it could happen to any of us!!!
I'll give you one guess as to how I reacted to this news. Thank God my brother changed the channel when he did.
*I never wore my hair that way, but I was surrounded by it, and now seeing it makes me feel sort of nostalgic, just like strong Southern accents and the phrase "mud boggin".
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Gratitude, Day 21
1) Great news! I got more work done today than I've gotten done in most days recently. This makes me feel good, like I haven't totally lost my mojo. I may succeed in grad school after all.
2) I'd like to spend some quality time with Walter from Fringe. We could hang out and sing show tunes and do crazy experiments with farm animals and mind-reading equipment. It would be brilliant.
3) Found a great new blog today! I'm working my way through the archives right now, where the author talks about her struggles with infertility. Her name is Alexa and her blog is flotsamblog.com.
4) I might get to go look at apartments in my future town this weekend! I like planning my future - it's exciting and it makes me feel like I'm in charge.
5) Because my bouquet from the wedding was made of artificial flowers, I can leave it sitting on top of my TV and be reminded of the good times as long as I want!
2) I'd like to spend some quality time with Walter from Fringe. We could hang out and sing show tunes and do crazy experiments with farm animals and mind-reading equipment. It would be brilliant.
3) Found a great new blog today! I'm working my way through the archives right now, where the author talks about her struggles with infertility. Her name is Alexa and her blog is flotsamblog.com.
4) I might get to go look at apartments in my future town this weekend! I like planning my future - it's exciting and it makes me feel like I'm in charge.
5) Because my bouquet from the wedding was made of artificial flowers, I can leave it sitting on top of my TV and be reminded of the good times as long as I want!
Friday, April 17, 2009
Adventures in Stop-Motion
Editor's note: I realized this morning I forgot to do my gratitude stuff last night, but no worries! I'm going to double-up this evening.
I was just checking out the latest posts on geekologie and came across this video that filled me with joy:
I realized that one reason I like it so much is because it reminded me of a few things from my childhood. One is this:
Does anybody else remember that? I love the idea that the world is full of secret magic and inanimate objects come to life when we're not looking. That's probably why I think Toy Story is so awesome, and also why I worry that if I don't tell my bear* goodnight, he'll feel snubbed and get angry and murder me in my sleep. (See also: Child's Play.) Anyway, that video reminded me of this one... did anyone else watch this cartoon as a kid? I was surprised to find that after I thought for a second, I easily remembered the name of a show that I hadn't even thought of in 10-15 years...
Sing it with me now:
Aaaaafter these messages...
*What, like you don't have a stuffed animal or two that you sleep with every night? What are you, a monster?
I was just checking out the latest posts on geekologie and came across this video that filled me with joy:
I realized that one reason I like it so much is because it reminded me of a few things from my childhood. One is this:
Does anybody else remember that? I love the idea that the world is full of secret magic and inanimate objects come to life when we're not looking. That's probably why I think Toy Story is so awesome, and also why I worry that if I don't tell my bear* goodnight, he'll feel snubbed and get angry and murder me in my sleep. (See also: Child's Play.) Anyway, that video reminded me of this one... did anyone else watch this cartoon as a kid? I was surprised to find that after I thought for a second, I easily remembered the name of a show that I hadn't even thought of in 10-15 years...
Sing it with me now:
Aaaaafter these messages...
*What, like you don't have a stuffed animal or two that you sleep with every night? What are you, a monster?
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Gratitude, Day 15
Let's do this!
1) Today I went to the library for the first time in a loooong time. Oh man, I love the library. I love the way it smells like old books and the way it looks like the set of an educational film from the 70s or 80s and the feeling I get that I could learn everything in the world if I just spent enough time there. Do kids these days even go to libraries anymore? Children! I implore you, get yourself to a library! Read some books that don't belong to you! Borrow a VHS to watch on a rainy day! Bah. Kids.
2) I also found out today that my cousin has her own blog. Two of them, actually. And apparently she's a really good cook and she's crafty and bakes a lot of cupcakes. This is a much better revelation than when I found out that she was a Republican. I spent a lot of time reading her blogs this afternoon and it was a nice feeling, realizing that she's been out there having this full and exciting life that I wasn't even aware of. It's always uplifting, somehow, to find out that you're related to someone who's doing a good job at life. Makes you feel like there's potential in your genes, ya know?
3) I'm watching one of the 90 brazilian specials about the Duggar family right now. For sure, their intense devotion to single-handedly overpopulating the world is nuts. But it also seems like they're really sweet people, fundamentally. Obviously I can't say for sure because I've never met them, but just now I want to hug Michelle Duggar, with her sweet giggle and her poor overworked uterus. And the reason I'm grateful for that is because hugs are enjoyable.
4) Bought me an eyelash curler this evening. Prepare to get FANCY.
5) And finally, I'm grateful for the elf-magic that makes internet games like Zombie Hooker Nightmare possible.
The end.
1) Today I went to the library for the first time in a loooong time. Oh man, I love the library. I love the way it smells like old books and the way it looks like the set of an educational film from the 70s or 80s and the feeling I get that I could learn everything in the world if I just spent enough time there. Do kids these days even go to libraries anymore? Children! I implore you, get yourself to a library! Read some books that don't belong to you! Borrow a VHS to watch on a rainy day! Bah. Kids.
2) I also found out today that my cousin has her own blog. Two of them, actually. And apparently she's a really good cook and she's crafty and bakes a lot of cupcakes. This is a much better revelation than when I found out that she was a Republican. I spent a lot of time reading her blogs this afternoon and it was a nice feeling, realizing that she's been out there having this full and exciting life that I wasn't even aware of. It's always uplifting, somehow, to find out that you're related to someone who's doing a good job at life. Makes you feel like there's potential in your genes, ya know?
3) I'm watching one of the 90 brazilian specials about the Duggar family right now. For sure, their intense devotion to single-handedly overpopulating the world is nuts. But it also seems like they're really sweet people, fundamentally. Obviously I can't say for sure because I've never met them, but just now I want to hug Michelle Duggar, with her sweet giggle and her poor overworked uterus. And the reason I'm grateful for that is because hugs are enjoyable.
4) Bought me an eyelash curler this evening. Prepare to get FANCY.
5) And finally, I'm grateful for the elf-magic that makes internet games like Zombie Hooker Nightmare possible.
The end.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Impeccable Logic
I really enjoy watching The Biggest Loser. I don't watch it religiously, but when I do catch it I get SO PUMPED. I want to high five all of the contestants and join in on all of their challenges. Half the time, I end up choked up over someone's achievements. It's just so damn motivating and heart-warming. Doubly so if I happen to catch it on a TV at the gym, when I myself am also sweating like crazy.
About this time last year I set out with the goal of trying to lose 20 - 30 lbs. I lost 15 lbs by the beginning of this year, and then for no apparent reason I gained 5 lbs back, and that's where I am now. It's lame as hell, but I'm sticking with the working out and the eating well (as well as I can) and just hoping that I magically lose another 20 lbs.
Anyway, every time I watch The Biggest Loser, at least once I find myself thinking this thought:
Maybe I should gain 100 lbs or so, and then I can apply to be on The Biggest Loser, and then I lose 150 lbs, and then I'll have finally reached my goal!
It's brilliant, I tell you.
About this time last year I set out with the goal of trying to lose 20 - 30 lbs. I lost 15 lbs by the beginning of this year, and then for no apparent reason I gained 5 lbs back, and that's where I am now. It's lame as hell, but I'm sticking with the working out and the eating well (as well as I can) and just hoping that I magically lose another 20 lbs.
Anyway, every time I watch The Biggest Loser, at least once I find myself thinking this thought:
Maybe I should gain 100 lbs or so, and then I can apply to be on The Biggest Loser, and then I lose 150 lbs, and then I'll have finally reached my goal!
It's brilliant, I tell you.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Plus, No One Will Arrest Me For Stalking My Own Boyfriend
This morning I had several dreams in a row about wooing Gregory House, MD. In one of them, I tried to cook him dinner. In another one, I was trying to diagnose / cure some kind of disease he had. My favorite was the third one, though, where we just drove around in a car and I took a more subtle approach. You know, just talking to him about his life and trying to convince him that every other woman he's been with didn't deserve him.
(Hint: if a woman starts telling you about how everyone you've ever dated was a bitch, she's probably trying to get in your pants. Or, she just genuinely thinks you date bitches. In order to tell which it is, you should try making out with her. If she enjoys it, it was the former. If she's shocked, sorry about that.)
Now I can't stop thinking about House. I know he's not real and I'm crazy and all that, but WHATEVER. I should probably feel guilty about dreaming about House instead of Lee, but I can't control what my subconscious does. Plus, I'm 99% positive that Lee will one day be a slightly grizzled, misanthropic, middle-aged genius. So IN YOUR FACE, HATERS. I'm pretty much already dating House.
(Hint: if a woman starts telling you about how everyone you've ever dated was a bitch, she's probably trying to get in your pants. Or, she just genuinely thinks you date bitches. In order to tell which it is, you should try making out with her. If she enjoys it, it was the former. If she's shocked, sorry about that.)
Now I can't stop thinking about House. I know he's not real and I'm crazy and all that, but WHATEVER. I should probably feel guilty about dreaming about House instead of Lee, but I can't control what my subconscious does. Plus, I'm 99% positive that Lee will one day be a slightly grizzled, misanthropic, middle-aged genius. So IN YOUR FACE, HATERS. I'm pretty much already dating House.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Consider This Fair Warning, Friends and Family
I'm sure that what I'm about to share goes without saying, but that's never stopped me before, so here you are:
I'm pretty sure that if/when I get married, I will cry the ENTIRE TIME. I used to think that I was stronger than that, but the more I reflect on my personality and the nature of weddings in general (due to wedding-themed programming on Style and We), the more convinced I become that it's inevitable. I'll cry all the way down the aisle, throughout the vows, and the whole way out of the church. I'll sob through toasts, weep while dancing, and blow my nose all over the cake. Instead of wearing a veil, I'll have a splash guard installed around my head. My bouquet will be made of Kleenex. Rather than getting my makeup done, I'll just have my face sprayed down in some sort of waterproof coating. What do you call that stuff they use to protect decks and porches?
I'm sure that these will seem like unorthodox choices to some, but if I've learned anything from multiple viewings of Bridezillas, it's that my wedding day will be MY DAY!!, which means that EVERYTHING MUST BE THE WAY I WANT IT!!
(Was that scary enough? I figure it's never too soon to start practicing for my Mandatory Wedding-Related Mental Unhinging.)
I'm pretty sure that if/when I get married, I will cry the ENTIRE TIME. I used to think that I was stronger than that, but the more I reflect on my personality and the nature of weddings in general (due to wedding-themed programming on Style and We), the more convinced I become that it's inevitable. I'll cry all the way down the aisle, throughout the vows, and the whole way out of the church. I'll sob through toasts, weep while dancing, and blow my nose all over the cake. Instead of wearing a veil, I'll have a splash guard installed around my head. My bouquet will be made of Kleenex. Rather than getting my makeup done, I'll just have my face sprayed down in some sort of waterproof coating. What do you call that stuff they use to protect decks and porches?
I'm sure that these will seem like unorthodox choices to some, but if I've learned anything from multiple viewings of Bridezillas, it's that my wedding day will be MY DAY!!, which means that EVERYTHING MUST BE THE WAY I WANT IT!!
(Was that scary enough? I figure it's never too soon to start practicing for my Mandatory Wedding-Related Mental Unhinging.)
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Update
Inexplicable crush on Ludacris continues unabated.
Continuing crush on Clive Owen remains totally explicable.
Final grad school application due February 15.
Continuing crush on Clive Owen remains totally explicable.
Final grad school application due February 15.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Unsolicited Review of Gossip Girl
The only real tragedy that took place in Philadelphia was that instead of watching the new episode of House, I was forced to watch (ugh) Gossip Girl. (Kellie and her roommates are fans. It's not their fault that they don't know any better.) As a general rule, I don't really get into soap opera-y shows, particularly teen soap operas. Sometimes I wonder if maybe you had to get into them while you were actually a teen in order to really appreciate the genre. I never watched Dawson's Creek, so maybe that's why I don't have a taste for that kind of thing.
Anyway, this was the first episode of Gossip Girl I had ever seen, and if you have never watched it before either, let me assure you, you've likely made the right choice. Have you ever met a hugely selfish bitch before? Can you imagine a young man who looks vaguely snake-like and who's only acting mode is "Seethe"? Well then, you probably won't need Gossip Girl.
On the other hand, as a big fan of musicals and John Hughes movies, I'm not without my own guilty pleasures. To each their own, and all that.
Anyway, this was the first episode of Gossip Girl I had ever seen, and if you have never watched it before either, let me assure you, you've likely made the right choice. Have you ever met a hugely selfish bitch before? Can you imagine a young man who looks vaguely snake-like and who's only acting mode is "Seethe"? Well then, you probably won't need Gossip Girl.
On the other hand, as a big fan of musicals and John Hughes movies, I'm not without my own guilty pleasures. To each their own, and all that.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Holiday Roundup
Hey there, remember me? I know posting's been a little sparse lately, but you know I love you, right? It's just that I saw so many other people on the internet writing about their Christmases and their New Year's resolutions and I started to feel intimidated because I didn't have anything to say. I got stage fright, you know how it is. You believe me, don't you?
Ok, fine, I admit it. I was partying without you. But I'm here to redeem myself with a ridiculously long post* about the holidays! Hooray!
*Although really, aren't all my posts ridiculously long?
Alright, Christmas first. I spent Christmas at my parents' house, and I've already sort of told you about this, but it's obvious you weren't listening, so I'll repeat it: good food (crab legs!), playing Spore all night, quality time with my brother, presents and things. I think the best Christmas present I got was a brand new kickass digital camera with 18x ZOOM OH MAN THE THINGS I PLAN TO ZOOM IN ON. You'll recall I requested a new camera here on my blog, thus this is proof that The Internet performs miracles. By filling my parents with the Holy Digital Spirit and working through them to enact Its will. In the name of Firefox, amen.
New Year's. The second half of my holiday was spent in Cherry Grove, SC with Lee's family. Some people raised their eyebrows at me when I said I was going to the beach for New Year's, as if I didn't know it was cold there, too, but did I mention that I got to go for free? When the trip is free, you go where you're told. (Also, did I already thank Lee's family? Thanks! They don't read this - thank God - but I'm sure they heard me anyway.) We were only there for 3 days, but it was a great time. I'm incredibly lucky that I get along so well with my significant other's family, and also that they had the entire first season of True Blood on DVD.
True Blood. I do not get HBO, but now I wish I did. I spent most of last week and this past weekend watching this show and I was totally sucked in. Lee was all, "mutter mutter romance novel grumble handsome vampires," but I think he enjoyed at least 10 minutes of the 9 hours he spent watching it with me. Confidential to Sam Trammel (pictured at right): I could be convinced to have your babies in an emergency. Call me.
2008. It was a good year. I have a lot to be thankful for. I'm 84% less crazy, I'm feeling really happy at my job, I have awesome coworkers, and I'm a year and a half into the best relationship I've ever been in. High five, 2008. You're alright.
2009. Alright y'all, let's get real. Part of the reason I've put off posting for the past couple of days is because I've felt obligated to come up with some really thoughtful, profound resolutions for the upcoming year. The funny thing is, I don't normally make too big of a deal out of the New Year. There's just something about writing your thoughts on the internet and pretending that someone is going to read them that makes you feel like you have to come up with something deep. But I'm thinking that I'm pretty happy with how I handled 2008, so I guess my main resolution for next year is to keep up the good work: try not to backslide into the crazy, keep going to the gym and being healthy, keep being kind to myself, don't beat myself up when I fail to be perfect.
The only new resolution I have I stole from a magazine. I think it was Glamour (I was reading it at the gym) that had an article about how you can make a big difference simply by making a small change and sticking with it every day. They had a woman who did pushups every day, one who wore red lipstick every day, so on and so forth. So, I think my resolution for 2009 is to approach my problems that way. If I'm unhappy with something in my life, I'm going to come up with something small that I can do consistently, rather than trying to overhaul an entire set of habits. So there's my resolution: make manageable resolutions throughout the year, rather than ambitious ones right now.
Oh, by the way: Happy January 6th!
Ok, fine, I admit it. I was partying without you. But I'm here to redeem myself with a ridiculously long post* about the holidays! Hooray!
*Although really, aren't all my posts ridiculously long?
Alright, Christmas first. I spent Christmas at my parents' house, and I've already sort of told you about this, but it's obvious you weren't listening, so I'll repeat it: good food (crab legs!), playing Spore all night, quality time with my brother, presents and things. I think the best Christmas present I got was a brand new kickass digital camera with 18x ZOOM OH MAN THE THINGS I PLAN TO ZOOM IN ON. You'll recall I requested a new camera here on my blog, thus this is proof that The Internet performs miracles. By filling my parents with the Holy Digital Spirit and working through them to enact Its will. In the name of Firefox, amen.
New Year's. The second half of my holiday was spent in Cherry Grove, SC with Lee's family. Some people raised their eyebrows at me when I said I was going to the beach for New Year's, as if I didn't know it was cold there, too, but did I mention that I got to go for free? When the trip is free, you go where you're told. (Also, did I already thank Lee's family? Thanks! They don't read this - thank God - but I'm sure they heard me anyway.) We were only there for 3 days, but it was a great time. I'm incredibly lucky that I get along so well with my significant other's family, and also that they had the entire first season of True Blood on DVD.
True Blood. I do not get HBO, but now I wish I did. I spent most of last week and this past weekend watching this show and I was totally sucked in. Lee was all, "mutter mutter romance novel grumble handsome vampires," but I think he enjoyed at least 10 minutes of the 9 hours he spent watching it with me. Confidential to Sam Trammel (pictured at right): I could be convinced to have your babies in an emergency. Call me.
2008. It was a good year. I have a lot to be thankful for. I'm 84% less crazy, I'm feeling really happy at my job, I have awesome coworkers, and I'm a year and a half into the best relationship I've ever been in. High five, 2008. You're alright.
2009. Alright y'all, let's get real. Part of the reason I've put off posting for the past couple of days is because I've felt obligated to come up with some really thoughtful, profound resolutions for the upcoming year. The funny thing is, I don't normally make too big of a deal out of the New Year. There's just something about writing your thoughts on the internet and pretending that someone is going to read them that makes you feel like you have to come up with something deep. But I'm thinking that I'm pretty happy with how I handled 2008, so I guess my main resolution for next year is to keep up the good work: try not to backslide into the crazy, keep going to the gym and being healthy, keep being kind to myself, don't beat myself up when I fail to be perfect.
The only new resolution I have I stole from a magazine. I think it was Glamour (I was reading it at the gym) that had an article about how you can make a big difference simply by making a small change and sticking with it every day. They had a woman who did pushups every day, one who wore red lipstick every day, so on and so forth. So, I think my resolution for 2009 is to approach my problems that way. If I'm unhappy with something in my life, I'm going to come up with something small that I can do consistently, rather than trying to overhaul an entire set of habits. So there's my resolution: make manageable resolutions throughout the year, rather than ambitious ones right now.
Oh, by the way: Happy January 6th!
Friday, December 26, 2008
Sadder Than A Crying Clown
I think that one of the saddest things in the world has got to be watching an oblivious woman marry an obviously gay man. On the Style channel.
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