My good friend said my blog was funny, and since I am a low self esteemed whore for compliments, I promised that I would blog more often....
And in reading the past blogs.... SHIT, I watch a lot of tv. I an now asking for help.....who can help me break the television addicition? Keep in mind that I don't have a job, or a life, or money (see no job reference) so peeling myself away from the TV seems so.....drastic~! There has to be another way.......support groups? Something?
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
To my loyal followers-- all three of you....
Okay, it was pointed out to me that I have been a slacker and have not posted anything new lately. Fair enough....see...I've been really busy....with....er.....looking for a job? Yeah, looking for a job, that's the ticket!!!
Okay, I am so busted... I have been eating a lot of stuffed crust pizzas, drinking a lot of crown, and taking a lot of naps. Ahhh, the jewels of unemployment. It's really exhausting to have to fit blogging and my many other ignored chores (like cleaning the cat box, showering.....you know, it's the little things!) in between episodes of Beverly Hills 90210 and Jon and Kate Plus 8. Then you throw in a couple episodes of Tori and Dean Inn Love, Deadliest Catch, I Survived a Japanese Game Show...and then...the coups de graw: Shark week....IT'S NOT MY FAULT. I hear that admitting that you have a problem is the first step to solving that addiction. I am not ready to admit that reality television is a problem in my life. There is nothing like watching three or four hours of good old fashion Shark Week shows while eating an entire pizza and drinking half a bottle of crown. I am not pathetic-- I RULE!!!
So, anyone else ever have a strange experience that you know of someone in high school...never really paid much attention, then you meet up like 15 years later at various visits home, and you are looking at him or her and thinking 'YUMMY"? But then you just know that he or she is looking at you and saying "those really were the best years of your life"......
Oh well....transcontinental flings never pan out in the end! Or do they??????
Okay, I am so busted... I have been eating a lot of stuffed crust pizzas, drinking a lot of crown, and taking a lot of naps. Ahhh, the jewels of unemployment. It's really exhausting to have to fit blogging and my many other ignored chores (like cleaning the cat box, showering.....you know, it's the little things!) in between episodes of Beverly Hills 90210 and Jon and Kate Plus 8. Then you throw in a couple episodes of Tori and Dean Inn Love, Deadliest Catch, I Survived a Japanese Game Show...and then...the coups de graw: Shark week....IT'S NOT MY FAULT. I hear that admitting that you have a problem is the first step to solving that addiction. I am not ready to admit that reality television is a problem in my life. There is nothing like watching three or four hours of good old fashion Shark Week shows while eating an entire pizza and drinking half a bottle of crown. I am not pathetic-- I RULE!!!
So, anyone else ever have a strange experience that you know of someone in high school...never really paid much attention, then you meet up like 15 years later at various visits home, and you are looking at him or her and thinking 'YUMMY"? But then you just know that he or she is looking at you and saying "those really were the best years of your life"......
Oh well....transcontinental flings never pan out in the end! Or do they??????
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Hair......cut.....and other horrors......
How do you know if you have a good or bad haircut? I got my hair cut and colored a couple of weeks ago, and I am just not sure..... first, it was a problem that a cut and color cost me $240. Holy Shit- for that much money my hair should style itself and never be grey again.
Did I ever tell you about the time that I knew I had to start coloring my hair? For all of those who are prematurely grey, my condolences. I started to notice grey hair when I was 14 (yup- 14)!!! I remember when I was in high school; I hadn't yet resorted to coloring my hair yet. Now, let me preface this story by telling you that I WAS NOT POPULAR. That being said, it was horrifying when my calculus teacher commented about my grey hair when I was 17. FUCK! It wasn't enough that I was (am) chubby, that I had (sometimes still do) have acne (I thought it would go away at 30....RIGHT!); that I am smart, that I am sarcastic.... all of these things do not bode well for an typical public American high school girl. I wonder why I didn't go to the prom.....anyhow-- let me tell you how great it was for my bearded calculus teacher adjust HER glasses while telling me that I had grey hair.......
So the dying began. The problem with dying your hair is that you can't decide what color really looks best. I have tried red, dark brown, almost blonde....but not too sure what looks good. And the laziness really is an issue here; I am just too lazy to keep up with it. But once you start, it's a necessity. When I don't keep up with the dye job, I look like the french skunk (white stripe down the center of my head). But, look on the bright side, it's a nice bright silver, not a dingy grey (thanks friends, for seeing the positive!!). Can I shave my head? Will it be lumpy? Shaving a head is really an all or nothing thing; you can't go back on that decision!!! :)
I am becoming more and more convinced that I am nothing but an experiment by my parents. Granted, I ended up with some cool stuff- I have sharp as a butter knife wit, and a fear that has kept me from ever using illegal drugs.....but really????? Big ass, a turkey gaggle neck, a metabolism that only rivals molasses uphill in a freeze..
Did I ever tell you about the time that I knew I had to start coloring my hair? For all of those who are prematurely grey, my condolences. I started to notice grey hair when I was 14 (yup- 14)!!! I remember when I was in high school; I hadn't yet resorted to coloring my hair yet. Now, let me preface this story by telling you that I WAS NOT POPULAR. That being said, it was horrifying when my calculus teacher commented about my grey hair when I was 17. FUCK! It wasn't enough that I was (am) chubby, that I had (sometimes still do) have acne (I thought it would go away at 30....RIGHT!); that I am smart, that I am sarcastic.... all of these things do not bode well for an typical public American high school girl. I wonder why I didn't go to the prom.....anyhow-- let me tell you how great it was for my bearded calculus teacher adjust HER glasses while telling me that I had grey hair.......
So the dying began. The problem with dying your hair is that you can't decide what color really looks best. I have tried red, dark brown, almost blonde....but not too sure what looks good. And the laziness really is an issue here; I am just too lazy to keep up with it. But once you start, it's a necessity. When I don't keep up with the dye job, I look like the french skunk (white stripe down the center of my head). But, look on the bright side, it's a nice bright silver, not a dingy grey (thanks friends, for seeing the positive!!). Can I shave my head? Will it be lumpy? Shaving a head is really an all or nothing thing; you can't go back on that decision!!! :)
I am becoming more and more convinced that I am nothing but an experiment by my parents. Granted, I ended up with some cool stuff- I have sharp as a butter knife wit, and a fear that has kept me from ever using illegal drugs.....but really????? Big ass, a turkey gaggle neck, a metabolism that only rivals molasses uphill in a freeze..
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