Not Your Average Firecrotch

Supernova Charm School

2010-05-30T14:08:00.001-04:00

I guess I should start blogging more since i have this new app called Blog Warrior on my phone. I can upload pictures and stuff directly from here! It's pretty sweet, not gonna lie. A lot easier to maneuver than Blogger on a mobile browser.

It's getting so close to summer, I can taste it. My parents pulled down the awnings on the side of our house, one of the biggest indicators that summer is FINALLY on its way. Then of course Memorial Day is tomorrow and it kicks off the season in a big way, and I usually go to my Grandparents' house and see my whole family. Delicious fun.

Now I don't know what to say. Perhaps I will have something to say tomorrow.

Gonna Replace You, Erase You, Delete You

2009-07-06T19:03:00.003-04:00

Just writing to say how much more awesome of a person I've become in one short year. Seriously. And I'm totally over that crush. I basically never wanna see him ever again! Toodles.

I Will Go Down With This Ship...

2009-05-30T12:44:00.002-04:00

So, I am pretty sure that the entire male gender is forming a revolt against me. It's fine, that's why I pledged to be Single 4 Summer. Haha, oh yeah, like me saying that would've been the actual reason I was single this summer.

Last night was a pretty crazy long and amazing night. I randomly bumped into an old friend and did some catching up and number exchanging. It was pretty exciting, I love seeing people who I lost touch with who I actually like. Some things that happened last night were slightly less than amazing, but whatever. I'm already over it. It doesn't take much for me to move on these days. After the last one, this one seemed about twenty times simpler. I honestly don't think anything will be as bad as the last one. That's still a roller coaster ride that I am unfortunately strapped into for the long haul. Insert an image in your head of me singing Dido's "White Flag" here. The flame has just about gone out. I've stopped thinking about it 24/7, but it doesn't mean the feeling in the pit of my stomach has completely gone away. I don't think it ever will.

By the way, I won't be banging anyone. Or fucking, or making love to. I'm not a stupid whore who just opens her legs for satisfaction, and YOU of all people should know that.

Mr. Pibb + Red Vines = Crazy Delicious

2009-05-25T10:33:00.004-04:00

I'm officially giving up on the concept of falling in love. I've just decided it's not for me. The last time (the only time) I gave my heart up to someone it got shoved back in my face. No thank you. I do, however, still believe in the concept of dating and relationships and I am really fed up with guys. One day they act interested and the next it's like I don't even exist. But, I'm not giving up completely. I have not given up men for women YET. It will probably happen.

I Found a Letter You Wrote Me, Still Smells Just Like You

2009-05-10T11:46:00.004-04:00

Holy shit. I have not blogged since February. I guess that's because of the beauty of TWITTER! I've become obsessed, just like most people these days have. I can't help it. I like tweeting.

Not much has been happening since February, though. Let me see. I fell into a pit of despair when I got my heart crushed and broken and torn into a thousand tiny little pieces. Okay, so maybe I'm being overdramatic. My heart wasn't really broken. I wasn't really in love, but it was one hell of a crush and I'm ninety-five percent over it. I've been too busy fawning all over Michael Cera to really care. Speaking of which, YEAR ONE? JUNE 19TH? HELL YEAH. I will so be there. I am not sure what really happened in February besides what I've previously mentioned, so let's move on to March.

In March, I got really sick for about two weeks and spent most of that time in BED and not at work. Therefore, I didn't get paid. But I did receive a pretty hefty tax return so I just lived off of that for a while. It was quite nice, and now I'm broke again due to financial difficulties involving bills that had to be paid. Such is life, it's everyone's story lately, I guess. I also got my wisdom teeth out in March, and now I have these lovely holes in my gums that still have not healed fully. It's pretty intense, but food hardly gets stuck in them anymore and they don't hurt. That was probably the one perk about getting my wisdoms out. Prescription painkillers! Oh Vicodin, how I love thee.

April was somewhat dismal as well, even though I got to go see Hannah Montana: The Movie with Victoria the day it came out. Worst idea ever? There were about fifteen million kids there and they were all so incredibly obnoxious. We sat next to these two ladies (I say ladies because they were definitely older than me) who were definitely not there with children who were singing along to the songs. I get it, I like Miley/Hannah. I also was there with a child. Very different. I also started tackling my room. It's STILL a work in progress. By the end of May, it WILL be done. I promise. I promise promise promise.

This month has been pretty awesome thus far. I love every single one of my friends. They're all so incredible and fun and I wouldn't trade the life I have now for anything in the world. Well, except if I could keep everyone who's in my life now and have my still half-written screenplays finished and turned into something amazing. And also, I'd wish to be a few sizes smaller with a nice flat belly.

I guess I will wrap this up now. I'm too busy wondering why Ludacris teamed up with Jesse McCartney. I think that's probably the weirdest duo ever. Ever.

Happy February!

2009-02-01T12:21:00.003-05:00

I partied pretty hard last night in honor of my friend Laura's twenty-second birthday. First, the night started off with Christina and I getting lost on the way to the Mowgli show at Jerky's, which was actually pretty sick. We ended up parking in this lot that had a sign that was like "Unauthorized Vehicles Will Be Towed At Owner's Expense." We were pretty worried for our cars so I left before their last song so I could make sure our cars were still there. Of course while I was waiting for Christina, I was just sitting in my car and rocking out to Regina Spektor, and all of a sudden she comes and scares the shit out of me. It was NOT funny. Although her and Matt found it quite amusing. I am just easily scared.

We then departed and went back to Matt's house for the party. The whole night was a huge blur of amazingness. If I sat here and wrote every detail, I think I'd end up leaving something amazing out so I won't. I basically sat in the same chair all night and just chillaxed while I talked to a bunch of random people. I also walked around a little bit and Elijah was like "hey come look at what's in Rob's closet!" I was kind of weirded out by the whole thing so I was like "uh, no thanks. I'll just go sit down over here..." But now I'm kind of curious. I'm hoping it was a small gay man...also known as Eric. Of course. But I think the highlight of the night was when Rob wanted to draw on himself and he ended up saying "I wish I was wearing short shorts right now." I don't think he realizes he really said that or even remembers, but I found it incredibly hilarious.

Okay, so now I'm off to listen to the now defunct Danity Kane and dance my ass off. Hopefully literally because it's gotten quite large as of late.

1 2 3 4 Tell Me That You Love Me More

2009-01-24T14:47:00.000-05:00

me: i had a dream last night
me: that *soandso* made me a turkey sandwich with tomatoes and pickles on it
me: because he was asking for my forgiveness
me: and to ignore his douchebaggery
eric: lol
eric: i cant believe u rememeber all ur dreams
me: do you wanna know what i did with the sandwich
eric: atew it
me: yes
me: i did
me: he put too much mayo on it so all the pickles slid out and i was mad
me: and my first thought was
me: god i really hope that was mayo

I'm the One You're Using, Please Don't Push Me Aside

2009-01-18T12:29:00.004-05:00

A written journal has been used in place of this while I've been having more and more fun with my "new" life. I also needed a place to escape to while I had not only one, but multiple nervous breakdowns. I can't say that I am inpatient again, I'm not that bananas. Or at least I don't think I'm that bananas. I'm just bananas enough to sign up for outpatient treatment to stabilize my mood while I'm going through a tough time.

The Escort bit the dust, just a mere two and a half years after the initial purchase. The car gave me nothing but problems, to be quite honest. It wasn't what I wanted from the get-go, and much less, it only had two doors and the CD player was broken for quite some time until my father so graciously purchased a new one for me for my twenty-first. Now, less than two months after the installation, the car is junk. We are for sure taking the stereo though. My new car is coming home on Tuesday, and believe me, it's already like my child. A 2004 Toyota Corolla, the kind of car I wanted in the first place. Now it's mine and I couldn't be happier. It's gorgeous and believe me, I am going to try and keep it that way.

So Tuesday is going to bring a huge change for America. Barack Obama will finally be inaugurated as the nation's next President. It's sort of thrilling to realize that I voted for him and now he's going to be our President. The only annoyance I've been facing is that every single program on TV has to do with Obama and while I love the man a whole bunch, I would like to continue to love him, so I've been permanently glued to my Friends DVDs yet again. I still also have yet to see last week's episode of CSI as I was too busy flipping a quarter to see which of my friends had to take a shot. Although, I did have the opportunity to watch it considering they just got cable, but I think their company was much more important, especially in my fragile state.

Four of my friends embarked on a journey to our nation's capital this weekend so I've become a semi-hermit. Eric's been busy giving people rides all over the globe so I've been waiting for everyone to be not busy again so they can have Kathleen back in their daily lives. I'm just hoping that my friends find their way back without getting stuck in the unbelievable snowstorm that has chosen to hit RI at a pretty awful time. As far as I know, there's been at least six inches accumulation already. Way too much snow for me. But at least I don't have to drive myself around in it.

Ur So Gay and You Don't Even Like Boys

2008-12-13T10:37:00.002-05:00

I'd go into a whole lot of detail about my mood right now but I feel that it'd be kind of a big bum out. Just when I thought I was finally doing better something had to happen to come along and change that mood completely. It's okay though, I guess, because when people are big bags of douche to me I just ignore them afterward. Fuck that. I don't need my self esteem levels to drop again so I'm just going to say la de da and let that be that.

Although, I probably will spend most or all of today listening to really angry music like I do when I'm not having a good day, then transition into the sad music and then I will probably watch Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind for the thousandth time and cry my eyes out. Sulking, here I come.

But I also have to say that "Hot N Cold" by Katy Perry makes a lot more sense to me now.

Cryptic Entry #1

2008-12-09T10:37:00.000-05:00

Can you please not invade my dreams? I don't recall giving you an invitation.

In Your Head, Zombie Zombie Zombie

2008-12-01T19:10:00.003-05:00

So, these words are now being written by a legal adult who can buy alcohol. Last night was an amazing night, and I know that my party on Friday will top it by a million. It started out as just another rainy day that was actually pretty boring for the most part. My mom has been really sick lately so we skipped breakfast and stayed home, and I did my laundry and took my time getting ready. By 4 PM, I was pretty anxious but I stayed calm. Christina came to get me a little bit after 5 and we went to Yankee Spirits, where I bought some Big Apple Bacardi and Absolut Citron. I got carded, of course, and when the girl realized it was my birthday, she had to call her boss over and he asked me what time I was born. It was pretty random but I answered him. After that, we headed to TGIFriday's and we were of course the first people there. Brian and Beth arrived shortly after but we didn't realize it until they called us. We headed inside and got a table, and Chris and Sharon showed up a little while after that.

I ordered some margarita shaker thingy and I got a big thing and I drank two of them. Beth drank a different flavor of the same thing, and when the waitress carded me she was like "your birthday is today?" I thought at first that she didn't believe me. I got fajitas and stuff and it was delicious. Then I got some peanut butter pie thing and they sang to me. I got a little tipsy from the margarita shakers. Afterward, we went to Eric's house and got him, then we all went over to Justin's house. Matt and Elijah were there too so we sat down in the dome room and played Apples to Apples while we all drank. Matt wore my pink sunglasses all night long and Justin mixed one of my drinks with his switchblade. It was a very interesting night. It ended around 11 PM which was kind of early, but I had gotten a birthday present from Mother Nature so I just wanted to go home and rest. At least I didn't have a hangover this morning!

Blasphemy!

2008-11-29T12:28:00.001-05:00

Apparently I don't know everything about Michael Cera! He has filmed a super secret movie with his real life girlfriend Charlyne Yi that is "part documentary, part scripted comedy" that chronicles their real life relationship.

Oh great, another movie that people can criticize Michael for playing himself in. Literally.

Take Me to Another Place, Take Me to Another Land

2008-11-25T19:48:00.003-05:00

As I listen to "The Final Countdown" and get amped that the Arrested Development movie is actually finally happening, I can't help but be disappointed in the thought of losing one of the beloved Bluths to one actor or actress's inflated ego. I'm thinking just like everyone else is that it is my #1 Crush Michael Cera. I've been waiting for news of this movie happening since last year when I first got into Arrested Development. I admit to getting into the show once it was off the air, but can you blame me? The only TV I watched during the early 2000s was crappy MTV programming (and I say that with the most care as possible, the shows weren't nearly as crappy when I was just a teenager, or maybe my taste was not as refined as it is now.) I'm sad I missed out while it was on regular television every week, but now the possibility for a movie is really making me very anxious. I just don't think it'd be the same sans a family member, though. Every single member of the Bluth family had an integral part in shaping the series into what it became, even Annyong. I can do without a Liza Minnelli and/or Carl Weathers cameo as long as that holdout makes me and millions of other fans happy and signs that contract.

There are reasons to make me believe it isn't Michael Cera. In the past he said he'd like to do the movie if his schedule allowed it. As far as I know, the only role he has lined up right now is playing the titular role in Scott Pilgrim vs. The World (yes, I follow his career closely), so if I'm not mistaken, that would allow time to team up with Mitch Hurwitz and Ron Howard and the cast to take one for the team. I can understand that he wouldn't want to do it because I've read articles where he's said he wants to take some time out of the spotlight or something to that effect, and the movie would definitely cut into that time spent trying to lead a normal life. I get it, Michael, I do. I can also understand that he's probably trying to make that transition into different roles, since, let's face it, George Michael, Evan, Paulie Bleeker, and Nick O'Leary were basically all the same person. Maybe he's ready to grow some pubes and become an adult, who knows? Either way, I can understand why he doesn't want to do the movie or whatever. But what I can't understand is that it's just one last time as George Michael. One last time. What's a few months of his life? What is he going to lose by not being George Michael? Everything. What is he going to gain by being George Michael? Everything. It's definitely an easy decision for anyone to make.

The possibility of it being another cast member is very slim to none. I've read a lot of message boards that have been saying Portia de Rossi could be the holdout and I have to say that I'm not convinced that it's her. Yes, she is a newlywed, but what is stopping her from continuing to spend time with her wife? If I'm not mistaken, Arrested Development was filmed in LA and Marina del Rey, while Ellen's show is filmed in Burbank. These locations aren't that far apart, so it isn't like they won't see each other, so that argument is pretty invalid. I also don't believe it's David Cross, either. I don't really have a reason other than he just seems like he's a team player.

So, Cera. Man up. Take one for the team. Or don't, and lose majority of a solid fanbase. The choice is ultimately up to you.

PS - I hope all zero of the readers of this blog like the title of this entry.

Haha Hehe Haha Ho

2008-11-23T15:13:00.002-05:00

It has been one crazy weekend in la vida de Kathleen. Last night especially. Yesterday was a long day because I woke up early and then napped and woke up around four. I finally took a shower around then and texted Christina to see what she was doing and we ended up meeting up a little bit later. We had to go to her house so she could change and stuff and I got to talk to her parents who I hadn't seen in years so that was pretty cool. Eric gave us a call and we went and got him and hung out with him for a while until finally deciding to go to the mall.

When we got to the mall we just walked around and stuff and I found a Red Sox/Josh Beckett shirt for only eight dollars. I definitely bought it. We went to the food court afterward and Vania met up with us. When we met up with her we left shortly after because the mall was really crowded and kinda boring so we went to go get Eric's car but then we all got in Christina's car and went to her house to hang out for a little bit and we drove around and went down this weird hill thing and none of us were expecting it so we all were like "Ahh!" It was kinda funny.

They all were going to a party at Justin's house and they told me to tag along. They went and picked up Laura and we met them there, and it was loud and kinda crowded but definitely very cool. Jimmy was there and he got all excited and happy to see me and gave me a hug, but then he told me he didn't remember my name. He kept calling me Allison throughout the night which was okay. (NOTE: "Jimmy" by M.I.A. just came on my playlist...weird coincidence.) I ended up sitting in the room where they were playing a lot of the music all night so I got to see a lot of people as they came in and out of the room. I saw this kid named Jim who knows my cousins and he went to high school with them so I thought that was pretty cool. Heather and Jorge also came which was pretty cool, it was like a mini Shea High reunion. The best part of the night was when this guy started singing Elvis really loud and yelling in my face. I was dying laughing because he was definitely drunk and Eric was egging him on. People were also playing beer pong but I refrained from drinking as I am underage...until one week from now that is. ;)

Speaking of my birthday, I am pretty excited that it's a week away. I can't believe I am going to be twenty-one. On my actual birthday, I'm going out to dinner with my brothers, my sister-in-law, Chris's girlfriend, and Trish from work. I'm pretty excited about that. Then on the Friday after my birthday, I am going out to dinner at the OG with my friends and then going to a hotel for a little after party. I just reserved the rooms so I'm really really excited about the whole thing. Yay for turning twenty-one! Also yay for taking pictures with Obama in the mall!

PS - The new Britney CD is hot. Just thought I'd let everyone know.

Watch Me Unravel, I'll Soon Be Naked

2008-11-09T20:11:00.003-05:00

The past week has been incredibly intense and memorable. Last Sunday, Eric and I ventured to Chepachet, RI, but this time it was to hang out with his friend Adrien. We went to the beach, which was really freezing but very peaceful and pretty. It got kind of scary towards the end. I wish I had updated about this the day after because my memory would've been so much better of the account, but after the beach trip we went to Dunkin Donuts where Adrien's brother works. It's right down the street from my brother's house so I've been there a million times, but it was late so we were pretty much the only ones there. This woman was working who was definitely high on like a thousand drugs, probably crack. She started yelling out of nowhere and me and Eric were just like "..." because it was so incredibly random. We later found out from Adrien's brother that she definitely is on a ton of drugs.

Then on Tuesday, ELECTION DAY!, my parents and I went to vote as a family at the fire station down the street. It was an incredible feeling to be able to voice my opinion and see what other people thought about it. It was such a rush to vote in my first Presidential election, and to have the candidate I was backing actually win was pretty exhilarating. It was probably the first time I was really excited to watch the aftermath on CNN and see who won each state as the polls closed. I passed out around 10:30 PM, and Obama had won somewhere around 200 electoral votes already, so I was pretty confident that he'd win. When I woke up, it was a nice surprise to see how much he'd actually won by. I kind of feel bad about John McCain losing, mainly because he's so old, but someone had to lose and I didn't want Obama to be it. I'm just very excited for the inauguration to see if the country starts climbing out of the abyss that Bush buried it in.

Last night, Victoria and I headed to Attleboro to hang out with Allyson and Andrew while their parents were at a party next door. We had a really awesome time, we went to get a movie and then didn't even watch it. We ended up watching iCarly, which I hate to say is my new guilty pleasure. I really do like that show for whatever reason, but I tend to like children's programming anyway. After that, we played some DDR and Guitar Hero, both of which I sucked hardcore at. But all in all, it was good times. Maybe I will update more this week. It's a possibility.

Take Me, Take Me Back to Your Bed

2008-10-15T20:12:00.002-04:00

So I am completely content about the fact that no one reads this blog because my life is just that uninteresting. The most interesting thing that happened yesterday besides the fact that I went to the dentist and I have to get two fillings on the day after my birthday is that my SideKick ID decided to stop working. Or rather the screen decided to be difficult and not show me anything so I begged my dad to take me to the T-Mobile store in the Emerald Square mall to see what I would have to do and the girl there called Sharp and told them all about their shitty product. So the news is that by the 22nd, I will have a new SideKick that will not have a flickering, nearly blank screen. For now though, I am stuck with this craptastic Motorola Razr that takes forever to text on. I don't know how people expect me to send twenty text messages a minute without a built-in QWERTY keyboard. Gosh.

Anyway, on Sunday my cousin Allyson has her TENTH dance recital with the Shannon O'Brien School of Dance and I am super excited to see her perform. She is so model-esque, unlike me. I wouldn't be surprised if she ended up being 5'10" and gorgeous and winning America's Next Top Model. Plus, I need to talk to her about the possibility of a girls outing with Victoria and myself which will hopefully go over well!

Speaking of television, Greek last night almost had me in tears. I was not expecting Ashleigh to win ZBZ president nor was I expecting Frannie to be a bitch. Oh wait, just kidding. I absolutely loathe Frannie and it's insane how much I feel like a part of the Greek world. The show really sucks me in to the point where I feel like I am on the Cyprus Rhodes campus along with Rusty, Casey, Calvin, Cappie, Evan, Ashleigh, and everyone else. That's one of the few shows I feel that way about, if not the only show. Also, I have to watch last week's CSI still because I heard it was super intense.

Tomorrow is my first appointment with my new therapist and it feels like I'm entering a new chapter of my life so I am sort of excited and nervous and anxious but feeling pretty positive about it. I think my anti-depressants are finally working because I actually wake up without feeling like I wish I was dead now so I guess that's always a good sign. Always a good sign.

I Wanna See Movies of My Dreams

2008-10-13T17:42:00.003-04:00

Let's see how much of a challenge this is to write right now...

Not so much, it turns out. Yesterday was my brother Brian's birthday and my cousin Michael's birthday. Victoria's birthday was on Friday. My cousins Allyson and Andrew's birthday is tomorrow. It's pretty insane. Today I texted Michael to say sorry for not texting him yesterday and to wish him a happy birthday. He texted me back with "thanks, happy leif garrett day." I was a little confused because I thought he meant Leif Erikson, not Leif Garrett. I texted my Auntie Pauline to see what it was all about and she said Matthew told Michael to say Garrett instead of Erikson because he thought I'd appreciate Garrett more. And I did.

We got to leave work before two PM today which was pretty sweet. Tomorrow I have to leave at 3:15 and on Thursday I get to leave at 3:20 for appointments. It's gonna be a very short week for me which I am kind of excited about. Today I went to the mall with Eric to return some stuff to JCPenney and we got caught up in the perfume display at either JCPenney or Macy's, they both look the same to me. I am in love with Lacoste's Touch of Pink. Muy delicioso. We also decided we're playing Monopoly at McDonald's because we're close to winning a lot of money. Hopefully we do because that'd be something very nice.

So I am off now to listen to some more BSB and do some more chillin'.

Just FYI, I don't know who wouldn't want to be friends with me and Eric. We're just about the coolest people to ever walk this earth and we know it so don't even try to front.

When I Come to the Club, Step Aside

2008-09-22T19:46:00.002-04:00

There's nothing really that interesting to report today except the following conversation.

Me: How many kids are in Aidan's class?
Brian: Uh, six? Yeah, Aidan...blahblahblah...and Justice.
Me: Justice?
Brian: Yes. Justice.
Me: Is that Captain America's child?

Hilarity ensued. I like to think I am one of the funniest people the world has ever known and my humor is an untapped fountain that sprouts forth everyday and isn't utilized. It's sad really.

Work It Harder Make It Better Do It Faster Makes Us Stronger

2008-09-20T17:19:00.002-04:00

So it's been over a month since my last update, and I have a legitimate excuse, I promise. Besides the fact that no one reads this, I was entirely too busy committing myself to a facility that would help me overcome my suicidal tendencies. Needless to say, all I got was a week stay and a prescription for antidepressants. Also, the staff at the hospital also thinks I need to quit my job because they think it's unhealthy that I am continuously focused on death. Um, okay. I'm about as focused on death as someone who works at Burger King would be. There are absolutely no morbid thoughts involved for me in my role at working at Pet Memorial Park. It's basically like playing in a giant sandbox all day, packaging the sand and sending it out to people. Know that moonsand stuff? That's exactly what pet ash is like.

The hospital had really uncomfortable beds, so when I got home on Monday and laid in mine it was like laying on the most comfortable cloud in the sky. And, needless to say, it wasn't exactly a five star restaurant either. I went to the 99 with my parents after my discharge and I grubbed down like it was the first time I'd ever seen food in my entire almost twenty-one years of living. It was nice to get home and have my Sidekick back. I think the only downside of having to leave the hospital was having to leave all the great people I met. My roommate was someone I felt I could open up to and I'm glad she gave me her number because I plan on calling her very soon and making plans to hopefully hang out or something. It was nice to be able to connect with people who know what it's like to go through depression and feeling worthless, and honestly, they made me feel worth it. They made me feel like my life was just partially over and I had a lot more life experiences to catch up with. Either way, I'm glad I got help instead of crashing my car as I had planned, because who knows where I'd be now?

But boy, do I have stories. It wasn't nearly as eventful as Girl, Interrupted, but it rivaled a close second. There was the homemade potpourri, consisting of orange peels, flowers, salt, pepper, pretzels, and Raisin Bran. There was the Russian kid whose girlfriend brought him dried fish that he ate like French Fries. He also claimed the pay phone in the hallway as his own and had his phone privileges taken away more than once due to my extreme complaining. I have a lot more, but I'm saving them for my memoirs when I'm old and a has been and I'm struggling for cash. Then my niece Ava can play me in the Lifetime movie because by then she'll be a ripe twenty-five but she'll still look twenty.

Speaking of Ava, it had been two weeks when I got out since I'd seen Ava and Aidan, and three weeks since I'd seen Victoria. It was like my heart swelled when I finally did see them and it was one of the happiest moments of my life. But they're all so young so they have no concept of time and it was like they'd seen me only a few short days before. Even though every time I ask them if they missed me they say yes even if I'd seen them the day before. Aidan's fifth birthday is coming up and I have absolutely no idea what to get him but I have some time until I actually have to commit and buy him something. A whole week almost.

The only thing I'm concerned about now is seeing my best buddy Eric, James Franco hosting SNL, and my fucking wisdom teeth aggravating the hell out of my entire mouth because they need to be extracted ASAP.

Shades of Gold Displayed Naturally

2008-08-13T22:55:00.003-04:00

It is way past my bedtime on a normal Wednesday night. There was a debate over whether "vinaigrette" is a correct spelling of the word or if "vinegarette" is correct (which Firefox is telling me that it is Not.) I've only ever seen it spelled the first way. It was a really dumb debate because I was right but I was only partially right and I like being fully right. Tomorrow I am off to my dermatologist to start month two of my treatment, and hopefully he will be pleased with the vast improvement of my disgusting face and how it is now gorgeous.

Anyway, I am also writing a movie now all by myself and also the one with Eric, but this one is something I've been toying around with for months and I am just hoping this idea isn't already taken. I'd love to get Wil Wheaton to guest star in it as himself. Oh boy, I'd die.

Also, my therapist has informed me that we will be sharing much more than twelve sessions together, which I am definitely thrilled about. I am just starting to see an improvement in my life and the way I am approaching things, and it feels better to talk about things instead of keeping them bottled up for so long. It's also nice to kind of try and figure out why I am the way I am. She's proud that I am going to the movies by myself and I'm not afraid to be alone while I do things. It's easier to go to the movies by myself instead of relying on other people who don't even wanna see the same things I want to see (see: The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2). Well, besides my mom, but I don't like going out in public with her. Just kidding. I guess.

In addition, I am starting The South Beach Diet on Sunday (for real this time). Wish me luck!

Bonafide Hustler, Making My Name

2008-08-07T17:58:00.002-04:00

Well since it's been a while since I've blogged, I thought I'd let everyone know how excited I am that Pineapple Express and the trailer for Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist are both out. On Tuesday night/Wednesday morning, Eric and I went to see Pineapple Express and it was even funnier and more incredible than I possibly could've imagined. The one thing I have to say is I was most excited for the Franco/Rogen onscreen reunion since I've been waiting for it since Freaks and Geeks, and unlike most people who claim they love it soooo much, I actually watched Freaks and Geeks when it was on the air from the first episode. Besides his wife, I am probably Judd Apatow's biggest fan considering I love all his work and the actors in his movies/TV shows.

Before we saw Pineapple Express, we went to go see The Dark Knight. I was psyched about seeing it since I was psyched about it since before Heath Ledger even died. I saw the promo pics of him as The Joker and I knew I had to see it. The one thing I thought was wrong with the movie is that I thought it was way too long. I thought the whole thing could've been made into two movies. And even though I dislike Christian Bale, I think he made an excellent Batman, even though Michael Keaton will forever be my favorite Batman (and I mean Forever.)

I'm too lazy to continue this so peace.

That Girl She...That Girl's Got Woe

2008-07-13T01:22:00.003-04:00

This has been a semi-depressing week for me. Aside from the two days I spent hanging out with Nubia and the one day I spent hanging out with my family, this vacation has been completely useless and boring. All I did was basically sleep til noon, and the one day that I didn't I had read Youth in Revolt all morning and then went out and shopped with my parents. Yesterday, my parents and I went out for late lunch/early dinner and then later on after a short nap, we went out for ice cream. I guess it wasn't a complete waste, but it wasn't exactly the ideal vacation I had in mind. Besides that, I've found out a few depressing pieces of information tonight that I wish I hadn't. I'm really glad I have a therapist that I will be seeing on Tuesday to discuss this all with because it's stuff I can't really open up about in a blog. Well, I could, but I don't want people stumbling upon my blog and intruding in the personal findings of my life and checking out the inner workings of my mind.

So, I got a phone call from my cousin Matthew last night asking if I wanted to move in with him and his fiancee (I do not know the correct spelling, deal with it) Amy. I had to decline which I was pretty upset about. It'd be nice to not have to live with my parents. It'd be nice to be out of the nest. But at the same time, what if something happens? Like, something bad? What if we got evicted or there was a house fire and we lost everything? If I was living with my parents when either of those things happened, they'd know what to do or they'd know how to deal with it better. I'm not sure how Matthew and Amy would deal with it. I don't think I'm mature enough to live without some sort of guidance from people who are older than I am (my parents) and I don't think I am financially responsible enough to live on my own (with roommates even). It could've been a nice growing experience with me, but I'd rather redo my room (which STILL isn't clean if you can believe it) in my own home and live here for another year or two and hopefully by then I'll have more of a firm grasp on my life and quite possibly more friends, maybe one I could trust enough to live with. I'm scared of growing up.

Either way, I want to start losing weight because I realized how incredibly large I am and it's making me even more depressed. It doesn't help that I am a woman and that time of month comes around and ruins everything for everyone. I get bitter and upset and moody and I crave everything sweet under the sun. Today I went to Burger King and ordered TWO pies and ate them BOTH (while almost sobbing because I am so fat). Well, hopefully I can motivate myself to go buy some pants tomorrow fit for walking in the mornings. (Two pairs? One pair? I have not decided yet.) Then, I can motivate myself to wake up at six instead of eight in the morning, eat a bowl of cereal, then go for a nice forty five minute walk, then come home and shower and head off to work. It's a start. I just have to remember to stick to it.

I also have to remember to try and fill my prescription for Accutane tomorrow (today) since it is time. Hopefully all will be smooth sailing from there. Hopefully.

Sex and the City Ruined My Life

2008-07-02T19:50:00.004-04:00

Simply put, the rumors of a Friends movie happening are making me shudder. Everyone knows I am the hugest supremo ultimate crazy obsessive Friends fan, but a movie? Ten seasons wasn't enough? I loved every line of dialogue (which my spell check in Firefox says is spelled wrong), every crazy Janice appearance, and every character like no other, but a movie would ruin it. The show ended perfectly. The characters finally growing up and realizing that they didn't need the coffee house all the time and that they could have separate lives and not have to see each other every single day. I'm a twenty year old girl and I have two very good friends who I see probably once or twice a week at best. We're all way too busy with our own lives to have time to get together, and imagine kids being added into the equation. Just knowing that the show ended with the fabulous six on good terms and Ross and Rachel FINALLY got together for good makes me satisfied. I don't know, I just think a movie would be completely unnecessary.

One TV show turned movie I want to see get made before 2010 would have to be Arrested Development. It was nowhere near what people expected for a new sitcom, but I think that's where it ended up floundering. The public wasn't ready for something that was witty and actually funny. Besides that, it was only on for two and a half (men? Ha.) seasons of complete brilliance. Not making a movie would be utter stupidity on Mitch Hurwitz's part. If a Friends movie gets made before Arrested Development, there will be some people paying a large price. Namely Ron Howard and Mitch Hurwitz.

Speaking of movies, Eric and I decided we are going to pen our own script. We are brilliant minds (of course) and completely hilarious so we thought "why not?" We threw caution to the wind and bought a notebook (single subject) and started filling it with ideas. This idea came about after a series of text messages exchanged while Eric was in the process of getting drunk and I was in the process of watching yet another twenty episodes of CSI (which I finished, by the way. What the hell am I going to watch now?) Hopefully we can finish it before the end of the year and one day when I move to L.A. (which I am still planning on), I can shop it around while I audition for a million different TV shows or commercials.

So yes, I did finish my last CSI DVD, which ended with quite a huge cliffhanger. I had to search high and low online to illegally watch the season eight premiere, but I finally found it. I am so amped for the new season, but I have to continue to watch season eight illegally online. I don't care what other diehard CSI fans say, I totally love Hodges. I think his loyalty (brown-nosing?) to Grissom is really cute and the fact that he tried to solve the miniature murders was pretty novel. I don't know, I like him. I guess it's because I never really found him annoying though. I guess the series of episodes following the Fannysmackin' episode is also what made me dig Greg Sanders more. My favorite field agent for sure.

Tomorrow I have an appointment with my dermatologist to finally go on Accutane. This has been a long time coming. I've had acne since I was twelve, so eight years of having to stress out about my appearance is enough. I have more than paid my dues. I have had it up to here (I'm holding my hand way above my head) with acne! Seriously, it's just one of those things I'm sick of having to deal with. But finally, maybe I will be free of the burden of disgusting pustules all up in my grill! Maybe!

What the Hail?

2008-06-24T23:02:00.002-04:00

This shall be short and sweet since it is already past my bedtime and I want to watch one episode of CSI before I drift off to dreamland. I am actually writing this via computadora and I can tell you that tomorrow I actually might consider updating this with a catchup of my actual life. I know not a lot of people read this but maybe if one day I actually got famous somehow, this would end up being one of those things that people read religiously. Oh, and I apparently live in another dimension where getting famous is easier than Paris Hilton.

I went out and bought some CDs yesterday. I had to pick up Katy Perry's One of the Boys and Ludo's You're Awful, I Love You. I also forgot about Jason Mraz, but I randomly remembered him and I got his new CD as well. I've been spinning Katy Perry nonstop today. She's addictive and hard to resist. Ludo's CD isn't as good as I expected, but it'll grow on me. I haven't listened to the whole J.Mraz CD quite yet, but that will be on my To Do list for this week. Today, I bought a hoodie at Hot Topic that was designed by Perez Hilton, and it is muy guapo (like Juan).

Today, Nubia and I went to visit my brother for about an hourish because she had to go home kind of early. I picked at a scab (my worst habit) and it was gushing blood, so Aidan took me inside and put a Nascar bandaid on it, then kissed it better. Ava too. It was so adorable and it made me want to squeeze them to death. Only not.

Also today, there were some torrential storms happening in Rhode Island/Massachusetts. It was pretty gnarly. Nubia and I went to pick up Mohammed at Kennedy Plaza after his art class, and on our way home, we saw a bunch of lightning. It was very creepy and scary but kind of cool at the same time. The clouds looked crazy, and soon after the rain came. It was hard to drive. A funny conversation ensued on the telephone with my mother. At least Nubia found it funny.

I also found out I probably won't be getting that $600 stimulus check because my parents claimed me as a dependent and I'm kind of sad about it, but I guess I'll get over it. It sucks, but it's something I have to live with. I can just save my pennies for a rainy day (oh har har) and maybe buy some more "grown up" clothes so when I go to "nice" restaurants like the Olive Garden I won't look like trash. Oh, you know.

You're Awful, I Love You

2008-06-23T00:56:00.000-04:00

There's a limit to how many episodes of CSI I can watch without going completely crazy. This number has yet to be reached. It feels like my entire weekend was wasted finishing off season five and heading halfway through season six. All this has done to me was reaffirmed my undying love for Eric Szmanda, ooh la la. The hottie of the Las Vegas Crime Lab (fictional). Although I did sit on the edge of my seat when Nick Stokes was kidnapped and buried alive, even though I knew he would be alright.

I'm writing this via Sidekick because I can't sleep. This horrible sleepless feeling has been plaguing (sp? I have no spellcheck on here) me for the past few months or so unless I take Tylenol PM or something equal to it at 8:30 PM, then I'm usually out by around 10. But I don't want to succumb to the evil medicine to have to be able to sleep, so I just relish in my insomnia.

Earlier today, I took a break from my CSIathon to watch MTV Hits for a while (that is, after I found it. Cox Communications has a twisted sense of humor and decided to change all the channels around.) This new band I've heard only one song by called Ludo had their Hitlist on, and I have to say that I did enjoy every song, including the song they played by themselves at the end. I enjoyed it so much so that it has convinced me to buy their album tomorrow (or today, depending on how you look at it.) "Love Me Dead" has been a staple in my head for the past month or so, so I figure it's just time I give in and buy the catchy tune.

One thing I have to say is that I'm quite annoyed with the fact that VH1 is so low on ideas that they created a new I Love the... series based on the current decade we are living in. The 2000s aren't even over yet, and they're talking about the years 2000-2007 (of course one of the headlines of 2004 being how the Sox won the series...), which I think is total BS. I'm still going to watch it, because I watched their series about the 90s (even though I thought THAT was being broadcast a few years too early as well.) What ever happened to Motormouth? I liked that show. They need more ideas before I have to sit through another marathon of shows I've already seen, even though they claim they are new. Whatever, VH1, whatever.

Also, I happened to catch the last few innings of the Red Sox game today, and it was just amazing. Tied 3 to 3 for 13 innings until Youk stepped in and hit his second homer of the game. Amazing. It was history in the making. Then of course I got a hankering for Pedroia's Premium salsa, which I ate all of the jars that we had (I should've been born Mexican...), so I had to run out and buy some, along with a 12 pack of Coca Cola. I managed to go without drinking Coke from the time I got home on Friday night until 8 PM on Sunday. I don't know how I even survived without going insane.

I guess now it's time for me to sign off and possibly try to sleep (which we all know is code for watching more CSI). Goodnight all.

Update Tomorrow on My Life

2008-06-16T22:07:00.001-04:00

me: we in the cah
me: we ride slow
me: we doin things that the girls don't do
nubia: the boys stare
nubia: we smile back
nubia: all my girls in the rainbow cadillac
nubia: yeaaaaaaaaah

We Got Married in a Fever

2008-05-31T20:11:00.003-04:00

Sorry to all zero of my readers that I disappeared for quite some time there. I fell into an abyss with sharks at the bottom ready to eat me alive, but thanks to Shia LaBeouf as Indiana Jones' son (I didn't even see the movie, and I kinda guessed that's what was going to happen), I am alive and well and back in Pawtucket. I wish I had more to write about, but my life is very uneventful. I really haven't even been doing anything lately, besides holing myself up in my room and hiding. I'm trying to save up for a Macbook, so my spending abilities have been halted as of late. I also have been seeing a therapist who is helping me to rid the bad energy in my life and become a more independent person who is in charge of herself. Apparently my therapist is also a miracle worker.

I've also been working on about a million scripts that will someday make me a million dollars when Ashley Tisdale and Michael Cera and Sarah Jessica Parker (SATC movie anyone?) agree to star in them and be my new BFFs. Oh, the impossible dream.

Na Na Why Don't You Get a Job?

2008-04-02T19:33:00.002-04:00

It has come to my attention that I have set almost impossible standards for a future mate. I don't think I am asking for much. Honestly. I don't see what is so wrong in my request for a 19-24 year old male who currently holds a job (whether it be at McDonald's or in an office, it doesn't matter, as long as it is a legitimate job) that just so happens to like every single thing I like. No, I am kidding. But I don't see why I am so ridiculous for wanting to date a man who has a job. Any idiot can get a job nowadays, considering that those who work in the fast food industry (no offense to most, I guess) seem to be of lesser intelligence than myself and the crowd I like to associate myself with. It's not like I am trying to say "I want a man with a job who will buy me a bunch of pretty things." I am trying to say "I want a man who can support himself so when we go out to see a movie or to catch a bite at Subway, I don't have to pay for his broke ass." I don't care if he decides to pay for me or not, but I don't want to have to carry around dead weight. I am also not knocking anyone that doesn't have a job. I didn't hold down my first job until I was seventeen, and the only reason I got a job was because I wasn't in high school anymore.

Sometimes I regret never trying that hard to get a job while I was in high school. I'd actually probably have a better work ethic than I do now, more pretty things and a wiser outlook on saving money. I'd also probably be better in social situations. I didn't go out a whole lot when I was in high school because I never had the money. I didn't go to semi-formal or prom. I never went to football or basketball games or anything of the sort. Although, I think I would've been more active if my high school wasn't Shea High School. For a school that was all about diversity, there really wasn't much, at least not until senior year. Even then, it was unbearable to show up everyday and be ridiculed for being into music that no one else was into or being the oddball because I dressed differently. I also have to say that there were a few racist remarks thrown my way sometimes because I was a lower middle-class white girl and I isolated myself and I acted extra white with a side of honky. I remember making friends with this kid and I had to deliver something to his teacher, and when I walked into the classroom, we did our special handshake, and his friends laughed because he was friends with one of the smart white girls. It is just frustrating that I still let people shit on me sometimes because I let people do it in high school. My mom constantly tells me that I need to let high school shit go, but it's hard.

Anyway, the definite highlight of my day was watching my four year old nephew sing "Low" by Flo Rida in my living room. For sure.

Beyoncé Beyoncé Shakira Shakira

2008-03-20T22:44:00.002-04:00

I went nearly a whole month again without blogging. Someone needs to slap me to remind me to do this every so often or else it will get lost in cyberspace like the blogs of years past. I can't believe how long I've been doing this for. I started my first blog in 2002, when I was only a tart fourteen. My cousin Allyson has been IMing me lately, and also texting me. She is twelve, and it's weird because I don't remember being anything like her when I was twelve. At the same time, though, we were raised completely differently and she is much more popular than I have been in my entire lifetime. I just hope she is wise enough to make good decisions in the future, which I have no doubt that she will. I just can't help but wish the best for the young relatives around me. Now that I've grown up (for the most part) and I look back, I wish things panned out differently. I wish I'd discovered I wanted to do forensic science earlier on and gone to college right out of high school. I wish I'd had the drive to do better in high school. There are a lot of things I can wish, but at the end of the day, this is my life, whether I like it or not. The only thing I can change now is my future, but that depends on what I do in the present. Oy vey.

On a lighter note, I am looking forward to the triumphant return of my favorite TV show (after CSI of course...) GREEK! I cannot wait to see what goes on with everyone. There was so much drama last season that if this season surpasses it, I will be genuinely surprised and very much satisfied. I've also become addicted to American Idol as of late. Don't judge me. I want little David Archuleta to win. He's incredibly talented and so gosh darn adorable. If he doesn't win, I am not sure who else should. They're all talented but...I just love David Archuleta. I can't help it! Also, America's Next Top Model has me hooked as usual, and if Claire does not win, I am shunning the show. NOT! Just kidding. I love it too much to do that.

Well, this was a quick update. Tomorrow I shall return. Maybe.

Sick

2008-03-01T21:42:00.001-05:00

Happy March!

Futures Made of Virtual Insanity

2008-02-24T12:42:00.002-05:00

I hate that on the weekends I become a hermit. This weekend, it was because of the insane snowstorm that happened on Friday. I still had to go to work and I basically stood around all day and did nothing, and I took an hour and a half lunch break, in the sense that we went to pick up lunch, and when we came back, I still sat around and took a while to eat. It's not like my boss seemed to really care, mainly because I think he was more concerned about us getting UPS out (which we did) and then getting home safely (which we also did).

Yesterday, I woke up at ten am and I lazed around all day. I watched three intense episodes of CSI until my mother came home, then we sat around and ate while waiting for Psycho to come on TCM. It was my first time seeing the Hitchcock classic, and my mom had closed all the shades and shut off the lights so it was completely dark in the living room. She also ended up falling asleep and I felt very unsafe. But, I guess that is what happens since I am basically the world's biggest scaredy cat. I do somehow get a thrill out of it, even if I manage to remain scared for the next three to four weeks until I put the thing that scared me out of my mind. I continue to scare myself every single time I watch CSI, and yet I am thinking of making a career out of forensic sciences because I just find it all interesting.

Last night after watching two back to back episodes of Home Improvement (one of the staples from my childhood, although I was in the minority of girls who did not have a huge crush on "JTT"), I dozed off and had the kookiest dream. I have the weirdest dreams most nights, but this one was different. I was wondering when I'd have my America's Next Top Model dream after the new season started this Wednesday. In my dream, I was skinny and my face was flawless. I had the model walk. I was hot. Somehow, while I was one of the model hopefuls, we did a photoshoot with Scott Michael Foster (who we all know I LOVE), and he ended up with a raging crush on me, and the show followed a blossoming relationship between us, until the final six jetted off to Tahiti. By then, I was focusing on my serious need to win the competition, even though I got constant phonecalls and emails from SMF, which pissed the other girls off. Of course I ended up winning (in my dreams, I always do), and when I came back home to Rhode Island for a short "vacation," Scott and I were looking for some place to stay, and I remembered that a friend of mine from high school worked at the Sheraton in Warwick. We went there and I saw her sitting in the lobby, waiting for her ride to come and get her. So, while she was waiting, she said she'd seen me on the recent episodes of ANTM, and she asked if I ended up winning in the end. I told her I couldn't give out that confidential information, but I ended up telling her I did. Then she saw Scott and realized we were "together," and well, I didn't sleep long enough to get to my high school reunion, but I am assuming that everyone's reaction would be the same as hers. Very surprised. If only dreams all came true.

I Touch You Under Fuller Light

2008-02-14T20:57:00.003-05:00

The incompetence of everyone living in America these days continues to astound me to no end. I've had it up to here (insert me holding my hand above my head here) with people. First of all, I think it's everyone's personal mission to make sure to drive as awful as possible just to piss me off. First you have the assholes who are just out to get wherever they have to be faster is humanly possible. They end up weaving through traffic and just in general looking like the most gigantic douchebag known to man. Then there's the people who aren't from the area, so they drive about .5 mph so they don't miss a single thing. It's kind of like from one extreme to another. I have to admit, I am not the most perfect driver in the world, but I know the rules of the road. At least for the most part...

On my way home from work, my Sidekick was making the dreadful noise it makes when it's dying, so I turned it off before it did it for me. I decided that while I was in the area of a T-Mobile store (in the mall), that I could hop in and grab a car charger, and hop back out and be on my merry way. Not the case. I went to the kiosk first, which turned out to be a gigantic mistake. One of the guys wasn't even working, he was explaining something to this girl who wasn't trying to buy anything, and he seemed like he was flirting with her. So after waiting very impatiently while he finished up not doing his job, I told him and the guy he was working with that I was looking for a car charger for my Sidekick ID, and apparently everything was working against me today, because they didn't have any more of them. I rushed to the T-Mobile store (which is always jam-packed), and my luck seemed to change. This guy helped me out and I snagged the last car charger. I was on my merry way again.

Then I got stuck behind a RIPTA bus on my way to Mariesa's. I am not sure if it was actually out of service or what, because it was going about 2 mph the entire time I was behind it, but it wasn't making any stops. When it made a stop, I cheered triumphantly and went around it. But that right there is the entire reason that I am completely against any and all public transportation, well, except for trains. Choo choo!

After picking up my Valentine, we headed off to the International House of Pancakes. Last time I went there, the service was awful. I figured that since it wasn't right after a prom and it also wasn't 11 pm that maybe someone competent would wait on us and we'd get our food on time. First of all, this IHOP is apparently located somewhere that isn't Providence, but apparently Povertyville, Rhode Island. I am not saying that those who aren't above poverty level shouldn't be able to enjoy a short stack of pancakes, but it was like everyone cashed their child support payment for that month and said "time to take the kids to IHOP!" I absolutely hate it when people stare at me unnecessarily, but if I don't notice they're doing it, I can deal. Mariesa pointed out that the kid at the table next to us was staring at us while he was eating. If that isn't the most disgusting thing, I don't know what is. Staring at total strangers while shoveling food into your trap. Disgusting.

This trip to IHOP was so bad, I need to break it off into multiple paragraphs. As if I don't complain about enough stuff in my daily life, people who are being paid to wait on people have to make it worse. I understand that working in the food service industry is just about as low as it gets, I've been there, but it doesn't mean that people have to make everyone as miserable as they are. I don't care if there is a problem with another table, but if you don't come and take my order within ten minutes of me being seated, your tip is automatically cut in half. While we watched the other people around us get served, Mariesa and I sat at our table and complained about how awful people are at their jobs. I understand that it's apparently the hardest thing to manage four or five tables, but if that is something you can't do, don't pick a job as a waiter. Our waiter came over and took our drink order, and while we sat there for at least ten minutes and waited, another waiter came over and asked us if we were being served. It was that bad.

So our drinks finally came, and instead of taking our orders right then since we were obviously ready, our waiter decided to go and check on his other tables. It was so bad that a table who had been seated next to us had left because he didn't come to check on them and take their drink order. They complained as they left, but I was hungry and I thought maybe once he'd gotten the problem resolved with his other tables, that he would step up and be able to bring us food. Not the case. Instead, we continued to wait. When he came over and asked us what we wanted, we told him and he took forever to write our orders down. Hasn't anyone ever heard of abbreviations or acronyms? It's not that hard to write shorthand. Well, maybe if English isn't your first language, which was apparent because our waiter could hardly speak English. So, we wait and wait and wait and wait for our food. Finally it comes, and the sausages looked shriveled (Mariesa compared them to severed fingers), the eggs weren't cooked the way I ordered them, and my hash browns were white. Not only that, but they put whipped cream all over the chocolate chip pancakes I ordered. I understand that to some people, this would have been a nice gesture, but I didn't ask for whipped cream, and he didn't ask me if I wanted whipped cream on my pancakes. No. I wanted butter, like a normal person. All in all, I will give IHOP one more try, but only because I love breakfast food and Bickford's just doesn't do it for me. And also because there is a gay waiter that works there that is the sweetest guy ever. Of course he is never my waiter. Of course.

Now that I have reached my quota of bitching for the day, I will spare everyone the rest of my premenstrual grievances.

Every Drawing That I Drew Was Never Ever As Cute As You

2008-02-13T20:44:00.002-05:00

Tomorrow is the love holiday. I don't have a boyfriend, but instead, Mariesa and I are going to IHOP for Valentine's Day dinner. I am going to get some chocolate chip pancakes as high as my head. I never understood the whole idea of Valentine's Day. I'm not just saying that because I'm single. I'm saying that because it's a made up holiday and it's completely stupid. I know a lot of people talk about how it was made up for the greeting card industry to make a gazillion dollars, and I completely agree. My boss said the other day that he believes everyday should be Valentine's Day when it comes to your significant other. You shouldn't have one day out of the whole day where you feel like you have to shower them with affection. You should just do it automatically.

So, I went out and purchased the Neutrogena Wave. Vanessa Hudgens made it look so exhilarating that I just had to try it. I've only used it once thus far, but I will keep everyone posted on how amazing it makes my skin feel. The only thing I have to say is that for some perverted and horny housewives or college students or whatever, the Wave could definitely double as a female pleasure instrument. I would never use it as such, but it just made me think of that when I put the battery in and it started vibrating. Other than that, it's fabulous so far and the pads that come with it smell fresh and clean.

Echo, My Voice Is an Echo

2008-02-07T20:24:00.000-05:00

Okay, I'll admit it. I really miss blogging. I miss writing about my day and making it seem like I have a life. I just miss it. It should be easier now that I have joined the dark side and upgraded to a shiny new T-Mobile Sidekick, but I am just far too lazy to pretend to have a life.

After a whole health insurance fiasco, I am finally insured by my current place of employment. The incompetence of the employees at Blue Cross and Blue Shield astounds me. They say I should have my papers in a week. A week comes, no papers. Second phone call. 48 hours. Papers arrive on the weekend, while my place of employment is closed. Thanks a lot BCBS! Basically, BCBS stands for Big Crock of Bullshit. Now that I have working health insurance, I might start browsing for a psychiatrist to ease my troubled 20 year old mind. Oh, how I wish it was easier to be a single white female living in Rhode Island with only a handful of friends. I find myself depressed or angry more often than not, and many of these feelings are due to my appearance. I know I should be happy with how I look because I am not completely unfortunate looking. It's hard to be happy with the whole overweight issue. It's hard to stick to a diet and exercise regime when all I want to do is watch marathons of America's Next Top Model while eating Mauna Loa macadamia clusters and drinking Coca-Cola (which I've vowed to give up every week since the beginning of the New Year). It's hard to be happy with volcanic masses of bacteria and dirt on your skin that are ready to erupt at the most unfortunate moments. The past seven years I've been burdened with the most horrible skin-scarring and ego-scarring cystic acne. I complain about it constantly, but hey, it sucks.

Sometimes I wish I was as little as my niece again. She's two years old and her biggest concern is whether or not my mother has Pez to give her or if she can watch High School Musical again. She's smart and she's adorable, and everyone fawns over her every time she's around. I'm not saying I'm jealous of the attention she gets, but I'm jealous of the lifestyle she leads. She's happy-go-lucky, and she's not wrecked by mean high school girls or the constant worry that her country is one day going to go under lockdown and become like 1984 or V For Vendetta. She's the luckiest person in the world and she doesn't even know it.

I am done bringing everyone down for today.

I'm Not Dead

2008-01-25T20:22:00.000-05:00

Just letting everyone (all zero of you) who reads this blog that I am not dead. I might make a nice happy (probably not) post tomorrow. Toodles!

Via Sidekick

2008-01-03T23:02:00.000-05:00

Just saying that I finally got a Sidekick ID and I am in love!

Cause Hugs Are Overrated, Just FYI

2007-12-23T09:43:00.000-05:00

Instead of being super-late with my critique and response to the last episode of A Shot at Love, I decided to do something a little more exciting. I love countdowns. After all, I was glued to the TV during VH1's 100 Greatest Songs of the '90s (in which I correctly guessed that "Smells Like Teen Spirit" would grab the number one spot). I must also say something to all *NSYNC fans who like to constantly tell me that they are better than my beloved Backstreet Boys. *NSYNC may have had Justin Timberlake, but the Backstreet Boys were a stronger group than *NSYNC was, and the proof is in the pudding, as my BSBs were at number THREE on the countdown, while *NSYNC came in at number THIRTY. I think that is proof enough that BSB always was and always will be better than *NSUCK. (And here is where I would stick my tongue out for emphasis.)

Anyway, to get back on track, I have a countdown. This year I fell in love with five separate men (I loosely use the word "men," as two of them are still teenagers), so I decided to do a countdown of my most crushworthy men of 2007. And all the Zac Efron fans can just scroll past all of this because I don't find bronzer attractive at all.

5. Mark O'Connell Sure, most people don't even know who he is, but Taking Back Sunday just happens to be my favorite band. While I don't find midgets, hobos, or weird fat men attractive, I happen to find wiggers who are also drummers insanely attractive. I really can't explain his appeal at all. He is really only a filler on this countdown since I've been in love with Mark since about 2002. It was almost Mark Hoppus, but I've been in love with him even longer. But I figured I'd try to promote TBS as any fan should, and this was the best way to do so. On my blog that nobody reads! I know it doesn't show very well in this picture I've chosen (the dude doesn't photograph well, he's much better looking in person or on film), he bears a striking resemblance to Christopher Meloni, who happens to play Detective Elliot Stabler, who I HAPPEN to LOVE.

4. Josh Beckett After the triumphant first game of the World Series this year, I had to admit I was smitten with #19. Not only is he actually in shape and an amazing pitcher, but he's definitely the eye candy of the Red Sox. People might disagree with me and say that Jonathan Papelbon is the hottie of the team, but I have to say he is too goofy even for me. Plus, isn't Papelbon married? I don't have a thing for married guys, sorry to say (of course this is a LIE). Anyway, Beckett has won my heart and made me even prouder to be from, well I'm from Rhode Island, but I guess I can just say he's made me proud to be from New England? I guess that works.

3. Joseph Jonas Okay, I know he is a preteen wet dream, but I have to admit that I have a soft spot for the middle Jonas. In my opinion, he is the best looking Jonas Brother, and he can sing his butt off. Before the Jonas Brothers became Disney whores, I was bopping along to their song "Mandy." It kind of disappoints me that Disney is cashing in on them now, and that they are following Hannah Montana around, but as long as they are getting recognized for their talents (and good looks), then I am happy for them. Plus, Joe is 18 now. Next time I just happen to bump into him, maybe I'll slip him my number. Show him how the older girls do it.

2. Michael Cera Even though other fans have been crushing on him since he was George Michael Bluth, I have to admit that I didn't even know who he was until I went to see Knocked Up and saw the Superbad trailer. I went home and googled him immediately. I've been smitten with the cute Canadian ever since. He's awkward and hilarious and I can't get enough of him. I just wish he'd somehow come to Rhode Island and we'd casually bump into each other. We'd then go on a casual lunch date and become instant lovers. Except that will never happen and I've accepted that. I guess.

1. Scott Michael Foster Um, holy crap. I have to say that the first time I tuned into ABC Family's Greek to see what everyone was talking about (and also to see Michael Cera's BFF rock out) and I saw Scott Michael Foster as Cappie, I was obsessed. At the time, I had class on Monday nights, so I never caught the show after that. By the time I quit school, the show was on break for the time being. I went online and I caught up on everything Greek, and since then, I've had SMF fever. I absolutely cannot wait for Greek's return to the tube so I can catch up on what's happening with Cappie and Casey and Rebecca and Evan and well, that love square is driving me nuts. But wow, just wow. I wish I could meet his parents to just congratulate them on having such a hot son and let them know they did a good job. Nice work.

Now that I have finished with my five most crushworthy guys, I must also let everyone know that I got a citation in the mail for running a red light a few weeks ago. It's for $75 and it's due by the last day of the year. I don't know why I am still sitting here instead of going to the supermarket to get money to give my dad so he can pay for it. I was so embarrassed about the entire thing, though. It was just not my most shining moment, I have to admit. Now I guess I'm off to maybe shower and stop being lazy and get to the supermarket so I can do my last bit of shopping before the New Year. Ha.

California Dreamin' on Such a Winters Day

2007-12-18T19:48:00.000-05:00

Let me start this out by saying that I really loathe living in Rhode Island during winter. By the time spring hits, usually the weather is nice and the flowers are in bloom and blah blah blah, but winter is something I will never learn to handle. I've hated snow since I was very young, but I was old enough to understand that shoveling was strenuous, and traveling in the snow was hazardous. Now that I am old enough to drive, I hate the snow even more. The plow drivers in Pawtucket and select areas of Providence do not do their job. I am not sure if they don't know how to do their job, but it's kind of unnerving to travel less than twenty miles away to Foxboro, Massachusetts and see the roads clear (even the back roads, mind you.) Having to drive on three inches of ice is not exactly my idea of fun. Getting stuck in ice is not a day in the park, either. I hate when people who have either seen snow a handful of times or never in their lives tell me how much they love snow, all the while, they live in Florida or California or somewhere equally as warm. It just makes me want to say "well, if you love snow so much, trade places with me, and we'll be all set." I just can't wait to get out of Rhode Island and move somewhere warm.

Normally this is the time of year when I get all "Bah Humbug" because of the holiday season, but surprisingly I am somewhat excited for Christmas this year. I am already done all my Christmas shopping, while my entire family is scrambling around to get their last minute shopping done. Luckily, I was the smart one this year. I bought a few gifts each week leading up to the week before Christmas, and I got in my last last minute shopping run of the year today. I am so proud of myself. I also did not have to go to the mall once this holiday season to get any gifts. That's an accomplishment in itself. The only thing left now to do is wrap gifts, which really isn't that bad. What is one weeknight evening or one Saturday afternoon spent up to my knees in decorated paper and ribbon? That's the easiest part of all of this. I am also excited to see everyone's expressions when they open my gifts. I tried to get some really great gifts for everyone this year, so hopefully they will all enjoy them. I am also kind of excited for my gifts, as selfish as it sounds. But I do like giving more than receiving. Well, most of the time.

I can't believe I went from watching probably one hour of television a week to basically watching TV during every spare second I have. I know I might get some flack for this, but being a twenty year old female who is entertained by drama and reality television, I don't really care. I am so excited for the finale of A Shot at Love tonight. Team Dani all the way! I've been watching it since the first episode. The funny thing is, I remember hearing about Tila Tequila a long time ago when she was dating the loathe of my life Benji Madden. At least I think that's who she was dating. I won't lie, I saw a picture of her, and I definitely judged her. My first thoughts were along the lines of "whore" and "slutty." Now that I've seen her on her own reality show, I can't lie, I am smitten. She is adorable, and if she is actually like she is on the show, I would want to be her friend. If she picks Bobby though, we are going to have a lot of problems. Even though I wanted her to pick Michael in the beginning, solely for the fact that he is a fellow Rhode Islander.

I also watched the premiere of the new CW reality show Crowned, which features another fellow Rhode Islander, Shanna Moakler. I am not sure why I was interested in it. Probably because Carson Kressley was on it. I can already say that my favorite team is definitely the Dream Gals. My least favorite team is the Redhead Bombshells, or whatever their name is. Being a redhead myself, I can't stand it when my people humiliate me on national television. Redheads have tempers, yes, but these two seem like downright bitches. They're also not so equipped in the brain department. I am interested in seeing where this show goes. Hopefully it will actually get exciting, since the first episode was kind of a snoozefest. The drama was minimal and the elimination round was definitely predictable, but I think it will get better, at least I hope so.

On a closing note, I have to make my comments about my future wife's nose. I think everyone knew that no matter what, I wouldn't have anything bad to say about Ashley's new nose, and I don't. It looks different, yes, but that was sort of expected. I know a lot of people think she's lying about her deviated septum and that they now think less of her for it, but I will stand by her no matter what. I believe her when she says the nose job was necessary, and I still think she's absolutely gorgeous. Ugh, I also really really want the Headstrong Gift Set, even though I own the CD and DVD already. Oh well, I hope at least some lucky twelve year old girls get it for Christmas.

I Can't Think of a Title, Sorry

2007-12-15T08:40:00.001-05:00

Secretly, I am still asleep. I swear that I just snored before I started typing this. I don't know how I even am awake right now. Last night I messed up my thumbnail and now it hurts like a bitch every single time something touches it. I think my bladder was my early morning wakeup call. That, and I was having a weird dream about the shopping trip Nubia and I are going to embark on sometime today. I only have a few gifts left to buy, and I couldn't be more excited. It's rare that I get my Christmas shopping done so early. Shopping late is what makes my holiday suck so much I think. With ten days left to the holiday and less than ten gifts left to buy, I think my holiday will already rule. I found some High School Musical dolls last night, but they only had Sharpay and Gabriella available. I was hoping to find Troy for Aidan so my brother would have a shitfit about his son playing with dolls. I picked up the dolls anyway for my two spectacular nieces, who will probably enjoy them very much. I am guessing this is what caused me to have a dream that my old high school was putting on a production of High School Musical and they called me to play Sharpay. Apparently I was the only one interested in it, because Ashley Tisdale is my idol and the entire reason I'd even consider watching the High School Musical movie series. Also in my dream, Nubia and I found some That's So Raven barbies of Raven and Chelsea. We thought of buying them, since in high school we considered ourselves Raven and Chelsea. Now we're just Maddie and London.

Anyway, I should probably eventually start getting ready. I guess. Maybe I'll write a new blog later tonight or sometime tomorrow. Maybe.

Everybody's Entitled to Opinions, I Open My Mouth and, Shit, I've Got Millions

2007-12-11T20:25:00.000-05:00

I've had a lot of people enter my life and then leave promptly. Honestly, it got me down every single time one of my best friends decided they didn't enjoy my company anymore and wanted to be best friends with someone else instead. I always have considered myself a funny and upbeat person. I am polite and even though I am easily annoyed, I hide it very well, or at least I think I do. It's hard to want to cut people out of your life and actually go through with it in the end. I used to stick with people even as annoying or dull as I found them. Letting people down is not my area of expertise, and I guess you could call me a pushover. I let people walk all over me to the point where they can basically walk me on a leash and tell me to play dead and I will obey them.

Being a pushover was not the life I wanted to lead. In the past couple of months, I've found myself becoming more headstrong. I tell people what I want and I don't let people make me do things that I don't want to do (unless I am getting paid for it, of course). I am twenty years old, and letting people tell me what to do is not my ideal way to spend a Saturday night. Many negative things in my life have been completely erased, and I can honestly say I am very happy with my life right now. I have my off days, just like anyone else, but I can go to bed every night and wake up every morning and be glad that I am surrounded by people who actually care about me and what's inside. They ask me how I'm feeling and actually sit around and wait to hear the response so they can help me out, instead of just asking because they think they have to. They ask me what I want to do when we go out, and we actually do it. When they invite me somewhere, they actually ask if I want to go before jumping to conclusions and assuming that I want to go, even when they know in their own minds that I don't want to go.

There are some areas in my life that I'm not happy with, just like everyone else, but I have a great job, a great family, and great friends. For once in my life, my future actually is looking up, rather than me hoping that it will eventually get better. It's already gotten better. I feel so much more free now that I am the person that I am. I have some New Year's Resolutions that I actually plan on following through with, unlike last year when I made none and I got hardly anything accomplished as a result. I think I'm finally growing up. Sure, I still act like I'm in high school sometimes, but I'm only twenty. This transformation can't be expected to happen overnight, after all.

Anyway, I really need to get a new dermatologist very soon. I can't believe I've had this acne since I was twelve years old, and I'm already twenty and it hasn't gotten any better. It's still just as painful and it's still all over. I know it's disgusting, believe me. It's one of the things that I feel has held me back in the past. It's not like I don't wash my face or try and get rid of it, because I most certainly do. It just is stubborn and won't go away. My old dermatologist was hesitant to put me on Accutane, even though he knew it wouldn't go away without the aid of something very strong. It's not like I was saying "no please, I've heard what that can do to people." I don't really give a shit what it can do to people besides the fact that it will clear my skin up and make me feel less awkward when I try and talk to new people who are just staring at the disgusting oozing pustules on my face. I might as well just go back to middle school and go hang out with people who have skin just as bad as mine, maybe I'll fit in then. It's not like this acne just happened overnight. I've been living with it for eight years. Eight years of the agony and the stress and the pain. You would think they'd have something stronger that was over the counter for something so embarrassing, but alas, they do not.

My plan to start a rap group is in effect. I've been practicing by listening to the Beastie Boys on repeat. I figure if I try to emulate anyone, it should be the best rap trio in the history of the genre. I don't really care who says otherwise. The Beastie Boys are legends, they are nominated for the 2008 Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Inductions, and I have no doubt that they will be one of the year's five inductees. I actually thought about writing a movie about a girl who is so obsessed with the Beastie Boys that she tries to start a rap group of her own, but I thought about how stupid that idea was. I also took into account the success of the movie Malibu's Most Wanted. Oh well.

Why I Don't Believe in God

2007-12-10T19:45:00.000-05:00

Lately all I have been hearing about is the controversy surrounding the movie The Golden Compass. Christian groups are up in arms because the movie is based on a series of books in which children kill God so they can do as they please. Honestly, I do kind of want to see the movie, but before the controversy, I wasn't even interested in the least. I think the controversy that the Christian groups are causing is ridiculous, but perhaps that is because I myself am an atheist and I don't believe in God. I wasn't raised this way, but it's come to be the way I choose to live my life. I was baptized in the Catholic church after I was born, and I attended church every Sunday morning or Saturday evening after that. At one point in my life, I did believe in God. I believed that I could pray and my prayers would somehow get answered. I believed that I could repent my sins and it'd be as if I was completely and totally forgiven and it was forgotten. But as I got older, my prayers stopped getting answered and I realized that going to confession and telling a priest about my sins, then sitting and praying for them would not erase them from my past, and I most definitely wouldn't be forgiven for them.

The biggest turning point for me was when I realized that if there was a God, would there really be any reason for him or her to take away someone who didn't deserve to die? I know a lot of people like to say that it's in "God's plan," but I don't think God would plan to take a fifteen year old boy's life, especially a smart and kind fifteen year old boy. I just don't get why or how people think that the universe is controlled by an almighty being that determines our every move ahead of time. I don't believe our futures are planned like that. We all possess the power to decide, and there is no one who has preplanned this for us.

I also don't believe in the fairytale aspect of it. Adam and Eve? Really? God impregnating Mary all the way from Heaven while she remained a virgin. I'm sorry to say, but that is physically impossible. I understand it was the Immaculate Conception and it was a "Miracle" because Jesus Christ was the Messiah, but seriously? I just can't believe something that sounds totally bogus. I do believe that Jesus was an actual person, but do I believe that he possessed powers that healed people and cured them of their blindness? Do I believe that he walked on water and turned water into wine? No. I don't believe any of it, because Jesus was a human, just like the rest of us. The bible was written by a bunch of dudes who got together and decided they were going to tell the stories of the Messiah. But to me, that is all they are. Stories.

I'm not knocking other people's beliefs, because I know everyone believes what they want to believe. People who have a strong belief that Jesus was the Messiah and that God created us all can believe that. People who also believe that Jesus wasn't the Messiah and God doesn't exist can also believe what they want to believe. I have reasons why I don't believe in God, and I don't think anything at all could convince me otherwise. People could take me to their churches and try to pray to God to save my damned soul, but there isn't anything they could pray for that could make me believe something different.

Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness

2007-12-08T12:35:00.000-05:00

I don't like writing journal entries when I am in a sad or angry mood. I'm not really sad or angry right now, but I'm sort of indifferent. Last night I started thinking about how I don't want to end up lonely and how I'm afraid that will end up happening. I have absolutely no outlet to meet guys right now. I work at a small office, I don't go to school, and when I go out, it's out to eat with my friends or to the movies and we really just go to places where meeting new people is not an option. I watch all these movies and shows about high school and college and it just makes me think about how my experiences were nothing like that. I hung out with guys in high school who considered me one of the guys. Either that or they considered me annoying. They just didn't see me as a possibility for dating. I just want to know what it is about me that is so utterly undateable. I get it, though. The entire world is so wrapped up in the physical that they have no time to get to know the mental. Even though I'm smart and I guess I can be funny, people have the tendency to write me off because I apparently try too hard or I don't try hard enough.

Other than the fact that I am going to die an old maid, I also am frustrated about the fact that I have been doing nothing to try and get my name out there or try and do local acting, considering that is what I want to do. I have so many ideas for TV shows and movies that people would envy me if they knew about it. I thought about maybe writing them all down in a notebook, but by the time I try to transcribe them to paper, I change them so much that it ends up being something completely different than the idea I saw in the first place. I somehow know that if I tried moving somewhere like NYC or LA, that anyone I'd meet who could help me break through and get my stuff made would end up ripping me off, and I'd come back to RI broke and depressed. But the sad part about the fact that I'm realizing all of this is that I am still determined to make it in the industry and that I will stop at nothing to get there. I can't be working at a pet cemetery my entire life.

On a weirder note, I had the strangest dream last night. Somehow I was dead, but I was still alive. I was still walking around and people were acknowledging me to my face, but I was dead. I wasn't dying, I was already dead. Something had happened and my wrist had ended up slit to the point where no one could fix it, but one doctor glued my skin together so it didn't look like my wrist was slit wide open. It wasn't suicide, either. Someone had killed me, and I was just walking around like nothing happened. My parents were freaking out because they didn't want me to go away, they wanted me to stick around. They were trying to find a doctor who specialized in bringing dead people back to life, and no one was working. It was basically the weirdest dream I think I've ever had. I just tend to have dreams that don't make sense and they always make my other dreams seem normal in comparison. I am not sure why.

Today I was supposed to go see my cousins' band play in Worcester, but apparently they aren't even going on until 11:30 PM. They're doing a Battle of the Bands, probably about their millionth one, and I really hope they win. They deserve to actually be famous already. I've been trying to get my friends to listen to them and get their name out there for so long now that they should really be famous by now, but unfortunately, no one takes my advice and listens to them. They're nice guys and they deserve to do what they love for a living and make money off of it. That's just what I think, anyway. Instead of going to see them play, Nubia and I are going out to shop and I am hoping to get most of my Christmas shopping done. I don't have that many people left to buy for and I have a good idea for everyone's presents. At least I hope I do. I can just imagine everyone's faces on Christmas when they open their presents and they have to pretend to like them. I'm usually really good at buying presents people like or that people ask for and forget that they asked for and when they open it they are genuinely surprised.

Now I am off to possibly take a shower and eat something because it's 1:00 PM and I just woke up not too long ago and I am quite possibly the most starved I've ever been in my entire life. Just kidding, not really. But I am going to go shower and probably go get something to eat. Maybe I'll drive to Quizno's and get myself a tasty sandwich. It's a possibility. Everything is a possibility.

The Burger King Had His Way with Me

2007-12-05T22:13:00.000-05:00

Can I just say that the past two days have been on the up and up for me? Yesterday on my way home from the Pet Park, I swung by my favorite store (Newbury Comics) to pick up my copy of Superbad! I was going to watch the entire movie after I checked out the thousands of special features, but I only had time to watch disc 2. All I can say is that it made me want to write a movie even more badly. If Seth Rogen and Evan Goldberg can do it, then why can't I? I will eventually watch the movie probably about a thousand times now that I own it on DVD. The saddest part of my entire life is that I actually did see it in the theater five times, and there are people in this world who probably saw it more times than I did. Their lives are sad just like mine. But at least I've only seen High School Musical a whopping one time(s), so really my life isn't that sad. That is a discussion for a whole other day, though.

Today was a very eventful day. I almost threw up at work because I was so excited and nervous about finally seeing Juno, which was everything I expected and more. I reserved my seats back in October, so I was nervous that I'd get there and all the seats would all be taken, but that wasn't the case. Nubia and I arrived at five pm. This woman at the front desk told us that we could go right into theater five and just sit down and wait until the movie started. August Rush was playing, and we got to watch half of the movie without even having to pay! Robin Williams is still a total creep, just FYI. I will never like him again, at least not like I did when he was in Jack. When the movie ended, we walked out and there was a big table set up with a bunch of t-shirts and a big burly man that looked very unpleasant. Then we noticed there was an extremely large line for the movie. I panicked and asked one of the kids who'd cleaned the theater, and he said we'd have to go and wait in the line, even though we'd been there much longer than the people in line. I complained and he told me to talk to the rep, who happened to be the big, unpleasant, burly man, who actually turned out to be very pleasant. I explained the entire situation to him. How the woman at the front desk told us to go sit in the theater and we had no knowledge of the line, but we'd been there since five pm. He had sympathy and gave us our free t-shirts, and we got first pick of the seats.

First, let me say that the t-shirts are the cutest thing I've ever seen. They are bright orange and have silhouetted track runners, and underneath the runners it says "Paulie Bleeker is totally boss." I am definitely wearing mine tomorrow to let everyone know that Juno had to be the best movie I've seen all year after Superbad, although maybe even before Superbad. Anyway, the entire movie was just a plethora of wit and humor that even I couldn't handle. It was just that amazing. Ellen Page made me envy her entire life. I don't want to go into too much detail, because it wouldn't translate well to words. Her performance is something you'd have to see to understand. I highly recommend the movie to anyone who likes good, smart comedies. The music in the movie wasn't too shabby either.

On our way home, Nubia and I decided we wanted some Burger King. I got my usual grilled chicken sandwich and Nubia ordered onion rings, which somehow took an eternity to make. When I finally got my sandwich, it was practically drowning in mayonnaise. I have no problem with mayo. I have had twenty solid years of bonding with the condiment, and we've remained steady friends. I've never had a problem with Burger King. I've always loved their grilled chicken sandwiches, but it was always mainly for the sweet sauce they put on it. It's sweeter than mayo, and it completely makes the sandwich what it is, and mayo kind of ruins it. I got over it quickly, but the other thing that really ticked me off was that all I could taste in my mouth while indulging in the sandwich was bacon. I have a complete disdain for bacon and anything that tastes remotely like it. I don't know why, I just really cannot stand it. The icing on the cake was when I dropped a tomato and a piece of lettuce (covered in mayo, by the way) right in my crotch. I was driving, which wasn't the smartest idea, but in my defense, I was going awkwardly slow and it shouldn't have been that slippery to begin with. Nubia ended up having to clean off the crotch of my jeans before I had an interesting stain in the morning on the only pair of jeans I own. The only thing that saved the King's ass was the fact that I had also ordered a Hershey's Sundae Pie, which is Heaven in a little box that you can get at any Burger King location.

Now let me rewind to last night just to say that watching the season finale of Beauty and the Geek was the biggest waste of time. It was just recapping the past season (all of which I had just watched on Sunday) and catching up with the beauties and geeks that had been exiled. They didn't even announce the winners until the very very end of the show. It was definitely predictable that Jasmine and David would end up taking it, mainly because no one liked how conceited Sam was. Plus, Jasmine and David both came a long way and they really did make the most apparent transformation. Sam was still pretty much a pompous (but lovable) jerk, and all it took to makeover Nicole was a bit of makeup, a new hairdo, and a dress. Somehow, I think the other geeks endured a lot more than she did during their makeovers. I loved Sam and Nicole as much as the next guy, but when it came down to it, Jasmine and David definitely deserved it much more.

Anyway, while I eat my second dinner (my mom made chicken pot pie for Wednesday Night Dinner, and even though I missed it for something much better, it's still the best chicken pot pie in the world), I am stewing in my own filth. I have not showered at all today, and normally I shower around nine pm, but I had stuff to do. Looks like I'll be getting up early tomorrow! Now I am off to bed to watch Monica and Chandler get married (again, I've seen this episode at least five thousand times) and then sleep. Hopefully.

Incoherent Rambling #1

2007-12-03T18:28:00.000-05:00

I have a fierce addiction to Toblerone bars. Right now, I am indulging myself in the most delicious kind of chocolate in the entire world and washing it down with Coca Cola. Surprisingly, the only thing on my mind is the Disney Channel. Well, it's not the only thing on my mind, but it's currently the thought occupying most of my brain. For a great portion of the day, the thoughts floating around in my brain revolved around how engrossed our youth has become in the great Mouse Ears. It's insane to think about how untalented these people are at what they do and how they get jobs and get paid a pretty penny to jump through hoops so the Disney company can remain a multi billion dollar corporation, cranking out these tween idols. I am just not in the right mindset to get too into it. Maybe tomorrow when there are not so many other more important things to talk about.

For one thing, Superbad finally comes out on DVD tomorrow. Considering I've been obsessed with this movie since about April, this is where my inner geek comes out and has a little bit of a freak out. Of course I, like many other girls, was pulled in by Michael Cera's charming innocence and complete nerdiness that makes him almost like a normal person. A normal person who is followed by paparazzi constantly and is Shia LaBeouf's greatest competition in Young Hollywood. It's sad that he didn't get more recognition for his role on Arrested Development, but that's a price to pay for being famous now. Going from a nobody to a somebody. The sad part is, his fans from his AD days are all pissed off that he is getting throngs of girls following him now that he was in a summer blockbuster. The "new" fans don't appreciate his real talent. I hate to admit that I get like that with some things, mostly bands, but I seriously don't get it. Shouldn't people be happy that he's actually finally getting recognition for his skill? You can't keep him in your back pocket forever and hope that no teenage girl who has eyes will see his obvious good, albeit awkward, looks.

Also tomorrow is the season finale of Beauty and the Geek. I never watched it before yesterday, but MTV had a marathon on and I had nothing else better to do. It was Sunday and I was pooped from my extremely exhausting birthday weekend, so it seemed like the most perfect idea. I got sucked in and I honestly couldn't stop watching it. Anyway, I am super psyched that Sam and Nicole made it to the final two, but now I don't know who to choose because Jasmine and David are also a great team. I decided not to cast my vote simply because I don't think it'd be fair for me to have to choose. It's like picking a favorite child. It's unfair.

Wednesday is going to be when Nubia and I go to see a free screening of Juno. I am extraordinarily excited about this, because I've been waiting to see this since the trailer came out and I was completely drawn in by Ellen Page. I hope this movie is her big break. It seems to have gotten her increasingly more popular. Perhaps it's because Michael Cera is also in the movie, but I like to think it's because she's adorable and probably going to be giving Meryl Streep a run for her money very soon. She is that talented. I mean, come on, have you SEEN Hard Candy? That movie was insane.

Anyway, I have Christmas shopping to finish soon. I am low on dough until Friday, so it looks like I will only be buying two presents this week. I know what I am getting everyone, it's just a matter of getting to the stores and getting the gifts that proves to be difficult. It's hard to go shopping for other people when there are so many cute clothes I could be buying for myself. My wardrobe is currently lacking in the worst way. I have one pair of jeans that fits me decently, and they're constantly falling down. They're a bit too long and I end up stepping on them. I am in desperate need of clothes, but of course shopping for myself will have to wait until the holidays are over and done with. It'd be nice if December would fly by and I wouldn't have to worry so much about putting my best Scrooge face on this year. It's hard to believe 2007 is almost over, though, so maybe I want it to be a little bit slower so I can savor every last bit of this year. Maybe.