Hi gang!
I am still alive, I swear. I was just thinking how mad I was that Leah hasn't updated her blog in, like, forever, and then realized that I had not updated in way longer than that. And apparently I have avid readers (though they are rare commenters....just sayin...), so I apologize for my lapse.
I don't even really have much of anything to post right now. I'm just posting because I remembered to.
Some quick notes:
-How fucking great of a movie is Casper? Seriously! And more importantly, Devon Sawa. When he says "Can I keep you?" Come on. COME ON. I remember going with all my friends to see that movie for my ninth birthday party, and my friend Lisa was talking the whole way about how dreamy the kid who played Casper was. And then I saw it, and saw that he was an animated ghost, and was disappointed, but then got to the end and OH MY GOD did I understand. Ugh. So good. Also, that movie is maybe a little much for children. Lots of death. Bill Pullman actively trying to kill himself for pretty much the entire film. Happy 9th Birthday Colleen! Typical.
-American Horror Story. Please. I need someone to have watched this show, besides me. I spent about 20 minutes explaining the plot of the entire show to my parents last night at dinner, and they thought it was ridiculous. But it is, in fact, AMAZING. But now the season is over. Sad. But still...please watch at least what episodes are available online. Or at least the pilot. Just watch the pilot and let me know what you think.
-Christmas happened. It was lovely. Warm, cozy, and delicious.
-I got a haircut. If I weren't so unshowered right now, I would post a picture, for those that haven't seen it. I really love it though, it's exactly what I wanted. I'm pretty much obsessed with myself. Also, with short hair, glasses, and big boobs, I feel like I am a librarian/secretary/receptionist/teacher in a porn. Except without all the sex. Without any of the sex, really. I really need to get myself a pencil skirt.
-I've made the official decision that I am moving back to Rochester, come September-ish. I'm kind of waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something to happen to make this impossible, or maybe for me to just return to the realization that this is impossible, because I have no money, but for now, I'm excited about it.
-The aforementioned PJ situation happened. I shall provide an epilogue to that story sometime in the future, as requested, though I've pretty much updated everyone. I survived.
-I am feeling...optimistic about 2012. I don't want to jinx myself, but 2011 was pretty much the worst year of my entire life, by a long shot, so I'm hoping against hope that 2012 can't possibly be any worse. Someone will probably be reading this aloud at my funeral, but whatever. Just make sure to include the part about Casper. And maybe not the part about me being a pornstar.
Happy Holidays. Well, the one remaining holiday left in the holiday season. I love everyone for reading this, and for loving me, and for making me happy throughout this miserable year. Here's to a wonderful 2012 full of a lot more of each of you in my life.
And maybe...some more posts? We'll see.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
A Seasonal Walk Down Memory Lane
Listen. It's certainly been a long time since I was 14 years old. Longer than I like to think about. I have changed in a lot of ways, but every now and then, I am reminded that in some ways, I am very much the same.
For example, I think as long as I live, there will never be a time when JC Chasez does not make my heart explode a little bit.
[Ed. Note: At this point, if you do not know who JC Chasez is, I am certainly not going to explain it to you.]
I came across a video of him performing at the Trevor Project Live this weekend:
I mean, honestly? True Colors? One of my favorite songs, ever. Cyndi Lauper is my girl. And I don't care how old I am, or how old he is, he still makes my knees a little wibble-wobbly.
And then I came across this seasonally-appropriate little gem:
Heart. Melting. Their voices are like a sweater to my heart. And you can quote me on that. And Justin's sweater is like a sweater to....well...it's really fucking soft. What's funny, is that at some point, I have watched this performance enough times that I can close my eyes, listen to this song, and mimic JC's hand gestures perfectly. It's a sickness.
And to think my NSYNC obsession came before the days of YouTube is just outrageous. All of the EFFORT I put in to programming our 1983 VCR to record their every appearance, only to be outraged when the VCR refused to work during a very important TRL interview, or awards show performance. All those VHS tapes that I still....have....in my closet.
Anyway, back to the video....can I just say I miss THIS Justin Timberlake? Where did THIS Justin go? I mean, look at that adorable little angel face? Those caterpillar eyebrows that never quite completed their crawl across his forehead. I miss that Justin. New Justin is kind of douche-y.
Sigh.
File this under: sometimes I feel like I'm only blogging for Leah.
For example, I think as long as I live, there will never be a time when JC Chasez does not make my heart explode a little bit.
[Ed. Note: At this point, if you do not know who JC Chasez is, I am certainly not going to explain it to you.]
I came across a video of him performing at the Trevor Project Live this weekend:
I mean, honestly? True Colors? One of my favorite songs, ever. Cyndi Lauper is my girl. And I don't care how old I am, or how old he is, he still makes my knees a little wibble-wobbly.
And then I came across this seasonally-appropriate little gem:
Heart. Melting. Their voices are like a sweater to my heart. And you can quote me on that. And Justin's sweater is like a sweater to....well...it's really fucking soft. What's funny, is that at some point, I have watched this performance enough times that I can close my eyes, listen to this song, and mimic JC's hand gestures perfectly. It's a sickness.
And to think my NSYNC obsession came before the days of YouTube is just outrageous. All of the EFFORT I put in to programming our 1983 VCR to record their every appearance, only to be outraged when the VCR refused to work during a very important TRL interview, or awards show performance. All those VHS tapes that I still....have....in my closet.
Anyway, back to the video....can I just say I miss THIS Justin Timberlake? Where did THIS Justin go? I mean, look at that adorable little angel face? Those caterpillar eyebrows that never quite completed their crawl across his forehead. I miss that Justin. New Justin is kind of douche-y.
Sigh.
File this under: sometimes I feel like I'm only blogging for Leah.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Surprise
Well, the unthinkable is happening. Well, more like the highly unlikely.
My brother, his wife, and three children are coming for a "visit" next Saturday.
This will be the first time I have seen them, spoken with them, or communicated with them at all in over three years.
I haven't seen my niece Jenna since she was 2, she is now 5. I haven't seen my nephew Joshua since he was an infant, he is now 3. I have never seen my youngest niece, Jordyn.
I haven't seen PJ and Michelle since my mother called me in Rochester, crying on a random streetcorner in Lowville, because my parents had gone to their house to try to work things out, and both PJ and Michelle said terrible, unforgivable things to them, and told them to get off of their property or they were going to call the police. While my mother walked down unfamiliar streets to get away from the shouting, she called me crying because she thought my dad was going to give himself a heart attack.
I haven't seen PJ since both Gretchen and I sent him lengthy emails, because he and Michelle were screening their calls. Emails to which we received no response, but convinced him that we were puppets of my mother's creation, and he wanted nothing more to do with us.
I have not seen him since my parents have made repeated efforts to repair the relationship: apologizing for things they've never done, making phone calls where they only get torn down or ridiculed, going to therapy to see if any of this made sense from an outsider's perspective, driving almost 2 hours for 45-minute visits in which they weren't offered food or drink, weren't allowed to touch the kids, and were not acknowledged by Michelle at all.
I have watched these last several years as my parents get their hopes up that maybe things might work out this time, only to have them dashed again and again and again. I have watched how it has changed both of them, making them tense and emotional and argumentative. Now that I'm home, I have waited out a number of arguments about PJ and Michelle from up in my bedroom, just like a little kid.
We have passed holiday after holiday as a family of 4. While other people pass food around a giant family table, we're eating leftover turkey for 4 months. I have received no acknowledgment from my brother and his family of any birthday, or holiday, or achievement, or life event.
So now they're coming. For lunch. And will likely stay an hour. A very tense hour, with my father overjoyed, assuming everything is finally back to normal (as he always does), my mother trying way too hard to be nice and friendly and non-judgmental, which always comes off as horribly fake.
The variables in this situation are Gretchen and I. We are not sure we will be in attendance. No one ever thought this situation would arise. We never thought we'd have the opportunity to see them again until one of my parents died, if then. Now knowing that I have less than one week to emotionally prepare to have this entire section of "family" reenter my life is daunting.
I had hoped that by the next time I saw them, especially my brother, I would have accomplished so much that it would really make him regret missing out on all these years of my life. But I haven't. I have not done anything with my life in these last several years, other than screw it up even more. The only thing I have accomplished in the last three years of my life is getting my driver's license, which as I've said repeatedly, is a laughably embarrassing achievement at age 25 (or 24, as it were). I'm sure he'll be so impressed that I've gained 40 lbs, moved back in with my parents, have no social life, and work in customer service at a stamp company. He's obviously really missed out on a lot.
And this, I think, is my biggest reservation about seeing him again. Because as much as I talk a big game about being so angry at him, and never forgiving him, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he will show up on our doorstep on Saturday, and I will still see the PJ that watched an entire Celebrity Mole marathon with me, and taught me all the best about early-90s grunge rock, and couldn't watch as Gretchen and Leah and I rode the Skycoaster at Darien Lake. He is still my big brother, and I still want him to be proud of me. So in the same way that I avoid chatty phone calls, and ignore messages that friendly acquaintances write on my Facebook wall, and panic whenever I run into someone I know at Wal-Mart, I am terrified of being in a "getting-to-know-you" situation with him, where he will be asking all about my life, and I am so ashamed of the answers.
But I will be there, of course. And not only because my parents would be disappointed if I wasn't, and because I don't want to stoop to his level of pettiness. I will be there, because I am always the one to take the punches. I go into situations like these, knowing I will get hurt, knowing they will just make the constant weight in my stomach a little heavier. It is my naive disconnect with the real world, that makes me think everything will work out the way it should, when in fact everything has taught me otherwise.
So here I go, setting myself up to get kicked while I'm down, once again. Except this time it's going to hurt even more.
My brother, his wife, and three children are coming for a "visit" next Saturday.
This will be the first time I have seen them, spoken with them, or communicated with them at all in over three years.
I haven't seen my niece Jenna since she was 2, she is now 5. I haven't seen my nephew Joshua since he was an infant, he is now 3. I have never seen my youngest niece, Jordyn.
I haven't seen PJ and Michelle since my mother called me in Rochester, crying on a random streetcorner in Lowville, because my parents had gone to their house to try to work things out, and both PJ and Michelle said terrible, unforgivable things to them, and told them to get off of their property or they were going to call the police. While my mother walked down unfamiliar streets to get away from the shouting, she called me crying because she thought my dad was going to give himself a heart attack.
I haven't seen PJ since both Gretchen and I sent him lengthy emails, because he and Michelle were screening their calls. Emails to which we received no response, but convinced him that we were puppets of my mother's creation, and he wanted nothing more to do with us.
I have not seen him since my parents have made repeated efforts to repair the relationship: apologizing for things they've never done, making phone calls where they only get torn down or ridiculed, going to therapy to see if any of this made sense from an outsider's perspective, driving almost 2 hours for 45-minute visits in which they weren't offered food or drink, weren't allowed to touch the kids, and were not acknowledged by Michelle at all.
I have watched these last several years as my parents get their hopes up that maybe things might work out this time, only to have them dashed again and again and again. I have watched how it has changed both of them, making them tense and emotional and argumentative. Now that I'm home, I have waited out a number of arguments about PJ and Michelle from up in my bedroom, just like a little kid.
We have passed holiday after holiday as a family of 4. While other people pass food around a giant family table, we're eating leftover turkey for 4 months. I have received no acknowledgment from my brother and his family of any birthday, or holiday, or achievement, or life event.
So now they're coming. For lunch. And will likely stay an hour. A very tense hour, with my father overjoyed, assuming everything is finally back to normal (as he always does), my mother trying way too hard to be nice and friendly and non-judgmental, which always comes off as horribly fake.
The variables in this situation are Gretchen and I. We are not sure we will be in attendance. No one ever thought this situation would arise. We never thought we'd have the opportunity to see them again until one of my parents died, if then. Now knowing that I have less than one week to emotionally prepare to have this entire section of "family" reenter my life is daunting.
I had hoped that by the next time I saw them, especially my brother, I would have accomplished so much that it would really make him regret missing out on all these years of my life. But I haven't. I have not done anything with my life in these last several years, other than screw it up even more. The only thing I have accomplished in the last three years of my life is getting my driver's license, which as I've said repeatedly, is a laughably embarrassing achievement at age 25 (or 24, as it were). I'm sure he'll be so impressed that I've gained 40 lbs, moved back in with my parents, have no social life, and work in customer service at a stamp company. He's obviously really missed out on a lot.
And this, I think, is my biggest reservation about seeing him again. Because as much as I talk a big game about being so angry at him, and never forgiving him, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he will show up on our doorstep on Saturday, and I will still see the PJ that watched an entire Celebrity Mole marathon with me, and taught me all the best about early-90s grunge rock, and couldn't watch as Gretchen and Leah and I rode the Skycoaster at Darien Lake. He is still my big brother, and I still want him to be proud of me. So in the same way that I avoid chatty phone calls, and ignore messages that friendly acquaintances write on my Facebook wall, and panic whenever I run into someone I know at Wal-Mart, I am terrified of being in a "getting-to-know-you" situation with him, where he will be asking all about my life, and I am so ashamed of the answers.
But I will be there, of course. And not only because my parents would be disappointed if I wasn't, and because I don't want to stoop to his level of pettiness. I will be there, because I am always the one to take the punches. I go into situations like these, knowing I will get hurt, knowing they will just make the constant weight in my stomach a little heavier. It is my naive disconnect with the real world, that makes me think everything will work out the way it should, when in fact everything has taught me otherwise.
So here I go, setting myself up to get kicked while I'm down, once again. Except this time it's going to hurt even more.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Sisterhood
I just finished reading Sisterhood Everlasting, the last and recent installment in the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants series.
It made me cry, as several of the other books have. Not always because of the subject matter, but because, though I am not a Carmen, or a Tibby, or a Bridget, or a Lena, nor do I know anyone that fits very well in any of those molds, I do fancy myself part of a sisterhood. I have an amazing group of girls, some of the most wonderful people I have ever met, and I hope our lives are as forever entwined as The Septembers'.
As much as I worry about being left alone and left behind in several aspects of my life, I hope to see a day of rocking in a chair on a big porch, surrounded by familiar grey-haired friends, children running in the yard, getting along as though no time has passed.
Together or apart, no matter how far apart, we live in one another. We go on together.
It made me cry, as several of the other books have. Not always because of the subject matter, but because, though I am not a Carmen, or a Tibby, or a Bridget, or a Lena, nor do I know anyone that fits very well in any of those molds, I do fancy myself part of a sisterhood. I have an amazing group of girls, some of the most wonderful people I have ever met, and I hope our lives are as forever entwined as The Septembers'.
As much as I worry about being left alone and left behind in several aspects of my life, I hope to see a day of rocking in a chair on a big porch, surrounded by familiar grey-haired friends, children running in the yard, getting along as though no time has passed.
Together or apart, no matter how far apart, we live in one another. We go on together.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Bellies
Listen. I love a lot of things about bellies. First off, I love the word "belly". I think it just sounds so wonderful and silly. Also, I just like the way they look, from an artistic standpoint. Like, soft bellies, not six-pack bellies. Six-pack bellies give me the heebie jeebies.
Anyway, so xoJane did this thing called the Real Girl Belly Project, and it's just so many bellies! Big bellies little bellies fat bellies skinny bellies pretty bellies ugly bellies, etc. Bellies. All sorts of regular girls taking photos of their bellies at home, in the bathroom, at work, all over the place. And they talk about what they love about their bellies and all their imperfections, which I think is great.
My belly is my least favorite part of my whole body. It's my biggest "trouble area", if you will, especially as of late. I have what I not-so-lovingly refer to as my "inner tube" and my "fanny pack", which are my kinder gentler terms for "muffin top" and "fupa". Ever since I lost a whole bunch of weight in 10th grade in everywhere but my fanny pack, I have been out of proportion. I have more stretchmarks than a mother of three, and I'm not sure I even have a belly button anymore. I haven't seen it in years.
BUT, if there's anything I've learned from the Real Girl Belly Project, it's that I should be proud of my belly. Or at least try to be. It's not perfect, by any means, but there are lots of girls with bellies that are bigger than mine, uglier than mine, weirder than mine, and yet they're able to embrace them. I'm going to try to work on embracing my belly, but also on making it smaller.
So ladies, take a little time to embrace your belly. Be it big or small, it helps you stand up straight, sing in the shower, eat lots of yummy food, and maybe someday it will even hold a baby.
Anyway, so xoJane did this thing called the Real Girl Belly Project, and it's just so many bellies! Big bellies little bellies fat bellies skinny bellies pretty bellies ugly bellies, etc. Bellies. All sorts of regular girls taking photos of their bellies at home, in the bathroom, at work, all over the place. And they talk about what they love about their bellies and all their imperfections, which I think is great.
My belly is my least favorite part of my whole body. It's my biggest "trouble area", if you will, especially as of late. I have what I not-so-lovingly refer to as my "inner tube" and my "fanny pack", which are my kinder gentler terms for "muffin top" and "fupa". Ever since I lost a whole bunch of weight in 10th grade in everywhere but my fanny pack, I have been out of proportion. I have more stretchmarks than a mother of three, and I'm not sure I even have a belly button anymore. I haven't seen it in years.
BUT, if there's anything I've learned from the Real Girl Belly Project, it's that I should be proud of my belly. Or at least try to be. It's not perfect, by any means, but there are lots of girls with bellies that are bigger than mine, uglier than mine, weirder than mine, and yet they're able to embrace them. I'm going to try to work on embracing my belly, but also on making it smaller.
So ladies, take a little time to embrace your belly. Be it big or small, it helps you stand up straight, sing in the shower, eat lots of yummy food, and maybe someday it will even hold a baby.
It's Time
Listen. I love love. I mean, without having ever actually experienced it, in a romantic sense. But it seems like a great concept. And I think everyone who wants to marry someone they love should be able to do it. With all the same rights. It should not be a battle, or an issue, or even a noticeable thing. It should be an everyday happening. I hope someday it will be.
In the meantime, this is a great commercial from Australia:
Well done.
In the meantime, this is a great commercial from Australia:
Well done.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
This Is So Great
FINALLY the Love Actually/Walking Dead crossover we all (we = me) have been waiting for!
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Things That I Love Right Now
In no apparent order:
1) Mindy Kaling's Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns).
This book is hilarious. It's short, a quick read, but it's non-stop laughs. I am 100% without a doubt sure that MK and I would be the best of friends were we ever to meet in real life. You know, at some point during my rise to fame. She writes in the exact same tone that I would write my own memoirs in. She makes tons of pop-culture references. Aside from the fact that she is Indian and went to Dartmouth and is super successful, we could be the same person, with the same life stories. It was great to read my own memoir without the hassle of writing it all down. As a side note, I also recommend following her on twitter, @mindykaling.
2) Burt's Bees Tinted Lip Balm in Red Dahlia
Burt's Bees is one of those brands that is all trendy, and has cute packaging, and I always have the highest expectations, but the products themselves always fall short. Their tinted lip balm, however, has proven to be an exception. I typically am not a huge fan of Burt's Bees lip balm, because it's like rubbing a candle across your lips. Their peppermint-y lip balm is WAY to peppermint-y, and the pomegranate lip balm doesn't taste like pomegranate, but it does taste gross and weird. This tinted lip balm, however, goes on smooth as silk. It doesn't really have a discernible taste, but that's not really important unless it tastes awful. I love the red dahlia color, it's exactly the lip shade I was looking for this season. My only complaint is that I wish it had a leeeeettle more color. My first test application was a little underwhelming, but since I typically slather on lip balm like it's spackle, the color comes across after a few coats.
3) Happy Endings
This show is not brand new, per se. It was a mid-season replacement last year. But it is so fucking great, the thought of every single person that I love not watching it is unacceptable. This show...is so ridonkulously funny. Every episode. Every character. Seriously. Normally, there is at least one character that I dislike on any sitcom. I always find myself bored or annoyed during that character's scenes. But that is not the case on this show. I love everyone. I have tried to dislike different characters. Instinct told me to hate Alex, because she broke Dave's heart in the pilot, but also because she's played by Elisha Cuthbert, who was a real bitch as Jack Bauer's daughter on 24, and a real slut in The Girl Next Door (I think, I've never actually seen the movie.) But I just couldn't do it. I love her, she's great. And of course Max and Penny are my favorite characters, because they're everyone's favorite characters. Of course I have a big gay crush on Max. Well, I guess it's not a big gay crush, because he is a guy and I am a gal. I have a big crush on Big Gay Max, how about that? He's basically my perfect man, except for the whole liking guys thing. Story of my life. Well, except for the guy I love being gay thing. More so the guy I like not liking me thing. But that's a different story for a different day. WATCH THIS SHOW! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WATCH IT! WEDNESDAYS AT 9:30 ON ABC!
4) Curves
I know, I know, I'm an old lady. It's awful. But listen, it's the only gym in Camden. The only gym for miiiiiiiiles around! And it's quick, just a half an hour: in, out, wham bam thank you ma'am. It's it's a lot more....my speed. When I have gone to normal gyms in the past, they just kind of throw you to the wolves and let you do your own thing. And even though I know how to use the machines, I like someone to tell me just what each machine is working, and to point my toes when doing this, and hold this position here, etc. And I don't have to worry about how many reps to do, or how much weight to use, because you get 30 seconds on each machine, and the resistance automatically adjusts depending on your speed/strength/ability.
It's also been good, because the last few months I have been a miserable life-hating slob, and starting Nov. 1st, I've been getting up bright and early, going to Curves, and starting my day off on an accomplish-y note. So who cares if it's just me and the old ladies. Hopefully I'll be the super slim and sexy in a short while, and then I'll be able to hang out with young people again.
5) Damian McGinty on Glee
You, this never happens. I never like anything or anyone popular, and if I eventually come around to it, it's like months or years after it's actually become popular. Usually, by then, the popularity has faded. Anyway, newcomer Damian McGinty's debut on Glee is another case entirely. Once upon a time, I fell in love with a little Irish singing group called Celtic Thunder. Not my finest hour, I'll admit, but I am a sucker for musical foreigners with unintelligible accents. When I heard that Wee Little Damian McGinty, who, as a teeny tiny Gerber-baby-looking 14 year old, sang Puppy Love as part of the Celtic Thunder Show, was going to be on something called the Glee Project, trying to get on Glee, I knew I would have to watch. I expected him to make it to, like, episode 2, before everyone would realize that he is impossible to understand, a terrible dancer, and sounds weird when he tries to sing current popular music. Well imagine my surprise when Wee Damian emerged victorious. And now he's playing Rory O'McFlannigan, or something like that, basically the most blatant Irish stereotype, short of actually being a midget in a leprachaun suit. He wears green in every episode. He has fought for U2's honor. He has a pompadour, which is not really anything to do with Ireland, but is pretty inexplicable all the same. He is just as unintelligible as he's always been. But I am just so...tickled everytime he is onscreen! It brings me a sick kind of joy. I'm proud of him. I'm happy for his success. I wonder if other, non-biased people are fans of his as well.
Did you notice that with each item, I wrote a longer and longer commentary? I wonder if that would have changed, had I put them in a different order initially. Huh. I guess we'll never know.
1) Mindy Kaling's Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns).
This book is hilarious. It's short, a quick read, but it's non-stop laughs. I am 100% without a doubt sure that MK and I would be the best of friends were we ever to meet in real life. You know, at some point during my rise to fame. She writes in the exact same tone that I would write my own memoirs in. She makes tons of pop-culture references. Aside from the fact that she is Indian and went to Dartmouth and is super successful, we could be the same person, with the same life stories. It was great to read my own memoir without the hassle of writing it all down. As a side note, I also recommend following her on twitter, @mindykaling.
2) Burt's Bees Tinted Lip Balm in Red Dahlia
Burt's Bees is one of those brands that is all trendy, and has cute packaging, and I always have the highest expectations, but the products themselves always fall short. Their tinted lip balm, however, has proven to be an exception. I typically am not a huge fan of Burt's Bees lip balm, because it's like rubbing a candle across your lips. Their peppermint-y lip balm is WAY to peppermint-y, and the pomegranate lip balm doesn't taste like pomegranate, but it does taste gross and weird. This tinted lip balm, however, goes on smooth as silk. It doesn't really have a discernible taste, but that's not really important unless it tastes awful. I love the red dahlia color, it's exactly the lip shade I was looking for this season. My only complaint is that I wish it had a leeeeettle more color. My first test application was a little underwhelming, but since I typically slather on lip balm like it's spackle, the color comes across after a few coats.3) Happy Endings
This show is not brand new, per se. It was a mid-season replacement last year. But it is so fucking great, the thought of every single person that I love not watching it is unacceptable. This show...is so ridonkulously funny. Every episode. Every character. Seriously. Normally, there is at least one character that I dislike on any sitcom. I always find myself bored or annoyed during that character's scenes. But that is not the case on this show. I love everyone. I have tried to dislike different characters. Instinct told me to hate Alex, because she broke Dave's heart in the pilot, but also because she's played by Elisha Cuthbert, who was a real bitch as Jack Bauer's daughter on 24, and a real slut in The Girl Next Door (I think, I've never actually seen the movie.) But I just couldn't do it. I love her, she's great. And of course Max and Penny are my favorite characters, because they're everyone's favorite characters. Of course I have a big gay crush on Max. Well, I guess it's not a big gay crush, because he is a guy and I am a gal. I have a big crush on Big Gay Max, how about that? He's basically my perfect man, except for the whole liking guys thing. Story of my life. Well, except for the guy I love being gay thing. More so the guy I like not liking me thing. But that's a different story for a different day. WATCH THIS SHOW! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WATCH IT! WEDNESDAYS AT 9:30 ON ABC!
4) Curves
I know, I know, I'm an old lady. It's awful. But listen, it's the only gym in Camden. The only gym for miiiiiiiiles around! And it's quick, just a half an hour: in, out, wham bam thank you ma'am. It's it's a lot more....my speed. When I have gone to normal gyms in the past, they just kind of throw you to the wolves and let you do your own thing. And even though I know how to use the machines, I like someone to tell me just what each machine is working, and to point my toes when doing this, and hold this position here, etc. And I don't have to worry about how many reps to do, or how much weight to use, because you get 30 seconds on each machine, and the resistance automatically adjusts depending on your speed/strength/ability.It's also been good, because the last few months I have been a miserable life-hating slob, and starting Nov. 1st, I've been getting up bright and early, going to Curves, and starting my day off on an accomplish-y note. So who cares if it's just me and the old ladies. Hopefully I'll be the super slim and sexy in a short while, and then I'll be able to hang out with young people again.
5) Damian McGinty on Glee
You, this never happens. I never like anything or anyone popular, and if I eventually come around to it, it's like months or years after it's actually become popular. Usually, by then, the popularity has faded. Anyway, newcomer Damian McGinty's debut on Glee is another case entirely. Once upon a time, I fell in love with a little Irish singing group called Celtic Thunder. Not my finest hour, I'll admit, but I am a sucker for musical foreigners with unintelligible accents. When I heard that Wee Little Damian McGinty, who, as a teeny tiny Gerber-baby-looking 14 year old, sang Puppy Love as part of the Celtic Thunder Show, was going to be on something called the Glee Project, trying to get on Glee, I knew I would have to watch. I expected him to make it to, like, episode 2, before everyone would realize that he is impossible to understand, a terrible dancer, and sounds weird when he tries to sing current popular music. Well imagine my surprise when Wee Damian emerged victorious. And now he's playing Rory O'McFlannigan, or something like that, basically the most blatant Irish stereotype, short of actually being a midget in a leprachaun suit. He wears green in every episode. He has fought for U2's honor. He has a pompadour, which is not really anything to do with Ireland, but is pretty inexplicable all the same. He is just as unintelligible as he's always been. But I am just so...tickled everytime he is onscreen! It brings me a sick kind of joy. I'm proud of him. I'm happy for his success. I wonder if other, non-biased people are fans of his as well.
Did you notice that with each item, I wrote a longer and longer commentary? I wonder if that would have changed, had I put them in a different order initially. Huh. I guess we'll never know.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Twilight Thoughts Part Deux
Welp, I'm still in Twilight la la land. I'm sorry.
I have finished all of the books, and the movies. I am actually currently watching Eclipse with the commentary on, commentary by Rob Pattinson and Kristen Stewart. It was a good choice. Rob is hilarious. We are about 3 minutes into the movie and Rob has discussed cheeseburgers about 4 times.
After reading Breaking Dawn, and watching all the movies, and also rereading my own prior blog post, because I am obsessed with myself, I have a few things I need to add/clarify. I will also include my commentary on Rob and Kristen's commentary, as I listen to it.
Like the fact that, as if there was any question, they are so totally banging. They're just giggling at each other. It's like Twilight pillow talk.
Cheeseburger reference #5.
So, I feel like, in my previous Twilight discussion, I came down kinda hard on Edward. I DO like Edward. He's charming, in his own way. And RPattz is hella dreamy. And hilarious/charming/crazy in real life. And British. Let's never forget that he is British. Even though it wouldn't have made any sense, I wish that they had let Rob use his british accent as Edward. Because it would totally increase Edward's hotness, tenfold. I mean, if Peter Facinelli can use an inexplicable unidentifiable accent in Eclipse, why can't RPattz use his own accent? Whatever.
Cheeseburger reference #6. Possible cheeseburger diarrhea reference #1.
I also really praised The Abs a lot, which, I think, deserve praise, but I don't want there to be any question: I would always, in every situation, choose pale skinny boy over uber-muscled possibly Native American boy. No question.
I do stand by my assertion that I do not understand how anyone could like Edward over Jacob. Edward is okay, I guess, but he is also a controlling, abusive asshole. He lies to Bella, keeps things from her, won't let her do things, won't let her see Jacob, makes her do whatever he wants, go wherever he goes or wants her to go. Jacob always tells her the truth, sort of lets her do what she wants, but will give her shit about it if he thinks she's being stupid. And he never stops trying to win her over! I like that. All I want is a friend who is in love with me, and will beat me over the head with his love until I give in.
"Have you ever gone down to the bottom of a swimming pool and, like, looked up? Scary stuff." -RPattz commentary
And, really, along the same line of "what reason does Stephenie Meyer give to make you love Edward", what reason does she give to make you love Alice? Why is Bella BFFs with Alice? Because Alice can see the future, and told Bella they'd be BFFs, so she was just like, "Oh, okay then. BFFS!" There is so much talk about how awesome Alice is, and how much Bella loves her, but...why?! Because she forces expensive clothing and makeup on her? Lame.
"Do you ever, like, watch people kiss in public?"-RPattz commentary
So, I reread Breaking Dawn, and as it turns out, I had forgotten about 85% of the book. I remembered pillow-biting, bed-breaking, Renesmee, and imprinting. That was it. Everything else was a surprise to me. BUT, one little part I had totally forgotten about, was this:
Edward leaned his head against the same shoulder where he'd placed Renesmee. "Goodbye, Jacob, my brother...my son."
*vomits*
You know, Stephenie Meyer was really pushing my tolerance level, first with Renesmee, and then with Jacob's imprinting on her. But I DO NOT believe that Edward would EVER, particularly not after a matter of months, think of Jacob as his son. Remember that time, less than a year ago, when he was sharing a sleeping bag and having boner thoughts about your wife/his future mother-in-law? That'll make for an awkward thanksgiving.
I hope they don't include that in the movie, but I have no hope that they wouldn't include something that awful in what is sure to be a terrible/awesome movie. But I don't see how Rob Pattinson will be able to say that without laughing. There's no way he could ever seriously think that line is legit. Ugh. I'm sort of sad I have to wait till whenever part 2 comes out in order to see that. But god, that last movie is going to be terrible, huh? I mean, I guess it will be cool to see Kristen as a vampire, and her sudden super strength and agility.
Aww, Kristen is getting all caught up with emotion at the proposal scene, and Rob is just embarrassed. Kristen has really grown on me throughout this recent Twilight adventure. I'm really liking that Kristen seems very familiar with the books, and talks about how the movies are relating to the books, and Rob keeps coming up with all these outlandish theories, and trying to tie them to the books. He is also very quick to defend Edward, and talk about how much Bella and Jacob are just awful. Kristen is really more genuine and passionate about these films, and playing Bella, then I would have thought.
Oh my god, Rob just said "blueberries" in the commentary, but pronounced it "blue-brees" Thaaaat's adorable and british.
Kristen's really pretty gorge in this movie. Eclipse. Her hair (a wig, apparently, I've learned from this commentary) and her makeup look great. Particularly her makeup. Simple, but the eyeshadow and lipcolor really play up her natural features nicely.
I wish Rob Pattinson smiled more in these movies. His smile is pretty killer. Even in the books, Bella always talks about how much she loves his crooked smile. And yet in the movies, we never see it. Sad.
Haha, I am loving Kristen and Rob arguing about who is more awful: Bella or Edward.
I wish I had more time, you know, in my life, to watch movies with the commentary on. Because obviously I need to watch it through once without commentary, so I can hear what the hell is going on. But then once I'm done watching it once, I don't really want to watch it again, this time with the commentary. But I did think the commentary on this would be amusing, with Kristen and Rob, and I was right.
I have finished all of the books, and the movies. I am actually currently watching Eclipse with the commentary on, commentary by Rob Pattinson and Kristen Stewart. It was a good choice. Rob is hilarious. We are about 3 minutes into the movie and Rob has discussed cheeseburgers about 4 times.
After reading Breaking Dawn, and watching all the movies, and also rereading my own prior blog post, because I am obsessed with myself, I have a few things I need to add/clarify. I will also include my commentary on Rob and Kristen's commentary, as I listen to it.
Like the fact that, as if there was any question, they are so totally banging. They're just giggling at each other. It's like Twilight pillow talk.
Cheeseburger reference #5.
So, I feel like, in my previous Twilight discussion, I came down kinda hard on Edward. I DO like Edward. He's charming, in his own way. And RPattz is hella dreamy. And hilarious/charming/crazy in real life. And British. Let's never forget that he is British. Even though it wouldn't have made any sense, I wish that they had let Rob use his british accent as Edward. Because it would totally increase Edward's hotness, tenfold. I mean, if Peter Facinelli can use an inexplicable unidentifiable accent in Eclipse, why can't RPattz use his own accent? Whatever.
Cheeseburger reference #6. Possible cheeseburger diarrhea reference #1.
I also really praised The Abs a lot, which, I think, deserve praise, but I don't want there to be any question: I would always, in every situation, choose pale skinny boy over uber-muscled possibly Native American boy. No question.
I do stand by my assertion that I do not understand how anyone could like Edward over Jacob. Edward is okay, I guess, but he is also a controlling, abusive asshole. He lies to Bella, keeps things from her, won't let her do things, won't let her see Jacob, makes her do whatever he wants, go wherever he goes or wants her to go. Jacob always tells her the truth, sort of lets her do what she wants, but will give her shit about it if he thinks she's being stupid. And he never stops trying to win her over! I like that. All I want is a friend who is in love with me, and will beat me over the head with his love until I give in.
"Have you ever gone down to the bottom of a swimming pool and, like, looked up? Scary stuff." -RPattz commentary
And, really, along the same line of "what reason does Stephenie Meyer give to make you love Edward", what reason does she give to make you love Alice? Why is Bella BFFs with Alice? Because Alice can see the future, and told Bella they'd be BFFs, so she was just like, "Oh, okay then. BFFS!" There is so much talk about how awesome Alice is, and how much Bella loves her, but...why?! Because she forces expensive clothing and makeup on her? Lame.
"Do you ever, like, watch people kiss in public?"-RPattz commentary
So, I reread Breaking Dawn, and as it turns out, I had forgotten about 85% of the book. I remembered pillow-biting, bed-breaking, Renesmee, and imprinting. That was it. Everything else was a surprise to me. BUT, one little part I had totally forgotten about, was this:
Edward leaned his head against the same shoulder where he'd placed Renesmee. "Goodbye, Jacob, my brother...my son."
*vomits*
You know, Stephenie Meyer was really pushing my tolerance level, first with Renesmee, and then with Jacob's imprinting on her. But I DO NOT believe that Edward would EVER, particularly not after a matter of months, think of Jacob as his son. Remember that time, less than a year ago, when he was sharing a sleeping bag and having boner thoughts about your wife/his future mother-in-law? That'll make for an awkward thanksgiving.
I hope they don't include that in the movie, but I have no hope that they wouldn't include something that awful in what is sure to be a terrible/awesome movie. But I don't see how Rob Pattinson will be able to say that without laughing. There's no way he could ever seriously think that line is legit. Ugh. I'm sort of sad I have to wait till whenever part 2 comes out in order to see that. But god, that last movie is going to be terrible, huh? I mean, I guess it will be cool to see Kristen as a vampire, and her sudden super strength and agility.
Aww, Kristen is getting all caught up with emotion at the proposal scene, and Rob is just embarrassed. Kristen has really grown on me throughout this recent Twilight adventure. I'm really liking that Kristen seems very familiar with the books, and talks about how the movies are relating to the books, and Rob keeps coming up with all these outlandish theories, and trying to tie them to the books. He is also very quick to defend Edward, and talk about how much Bella and Jacob are just awful. Kristen is really more genuine and passionate about these films, and playing Bella, then I would have thought.
Oh my god, Rob just said "blueberries" in the commentary, but pronounced it "blue-brees" Thaaaat's adorable and british.
Kristen's really pretty gorge in this movie. Eclipse. Her hair (a wig, apparently, I've learned from this commentary) and her makeup look great. Particularly her makeup. Simple, but the eyeshadow and lipcolor really play up her natural features nicely.
I wish Rob Pattinson smiled more in these movies. His smile is pretty killer. Even in the books, Bella always talks about how much she loves his crooked smile. And yet in the movies, we never see it. Sad.
Haha, I am loving Kristen and Rob arguing about who is more awful: Bella or Edward.
I wish I had more time, you know, in my life, to watch movies with the commentary on. Because obviously I need to watch it through once without commentary, so I can hear what the hell is going on. But then once I'm done watching it once, I don't really want to watch it again, this time with the commentary. But I did think the commentary on this would be amusing, with Kristen and Rob, and I was right.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Guys, it's happened again.
I've fallen down the Twilight rabbit-hole.
I know, I know, I can feel your judgment from here. If you are not even remotely a Twilight person, you're going to want to go ahead and stop reading now.
So, with Breaking Dawn Pt. 1 coming out this month, I decided I should reread the series, because I remembered very little, but also because my mind has become so clouded with Twilight-related rage that I had forgotten anything I had ever actually enjoyed about the books. But I knew that I had. So I'm working my way through again, for the second time.
As a little background, I got into Twilight right after I graduated from Fisher. My roommate Kristina had tumbled into the rabbit-hole already, and tried to pull me along with her, but I knew that if there was any chance of me doing any studying for finals, I needed to not get sucked into another preteen book series.
A few days after I moved home after graduation, I picked up a copy Twilight in Walmart. After pouring through it in about a day, I got the next 2 books out from the library. I remember staying in a hotel room with my family in NYC, and reading Eclipse in the bathroom at 3am so I wouldn't wake anybody up, flailing silently at what I was reading.
This was a few months before the movie came out, so I already knew who had been cast in all the leads, so I've always had those faces pictured in my head as I've read along: Cedric Diggory as Edward, the gender-ambiguous kid from Panic Room as Bella, Mike Dexter from Can't Hardly Wait as Carlisle, the mysterious pregnant lady from Grey's Anatomy as Esme, etc.
All I really remembered about having read the books the first time, was that Eclipse was my favorite, and New Moon was my least favorite. After a second time through, I'm not sure that's entirely true. I haven't reread Breaking Dawn yet, but I don't anticipate that affecting my ranking here.
I think Twilight, the introduction to the series, is the most enjoyable. You meet everyone, get introduced to Forks and all the magic it contains, and you fall in love with all of it. There's more carefree lovesick happiness in this book, less angst and heartbreak than all the others. Which is to be expected for the first book in a series (see also: Harry Potter), but i still think it makes for a great read.
New Moon is not as bad as I remembered, upon a second read. I think New Moon is notoriously unpopular, because Edward is only in, like, maybe 15% of it? But I am a proud member of Team Jacob, and I think that, while the author took a big chance cutting her main romantic interest almost entirely out of the second book in a teen romance series, I think it totally paid off, because it gives us a chance to fall in love with Jacob. The problem I have with New Moon, and I think it's what stuck with me so long after, is that I think the entire concept of losing your shit so seriously over a guy you've only known for a few months is more than a little bit ridiculous. Granted, I have never been in love, so I can't relate to that aspect, but I am overly-emotional and obsessive and attached to things, and yet I feel like I wouldn't even go into a coma like that if a member of my family died. Please don't quote me on that.
Eclipse. Ugh. As I said, I think Twilight is the most enjoyable read of the series, but Eclipse is the best. Eclipse is just heart-wrenching to me. Even though a bunch of other stuff happens, the main story in that for me, (and I guess for everyone else, really), is the love triangle between Edward, Bella, and Jacob. Jacob is not giving up without a fight, and it makes my heart explode. Honestly, I don't know why they didn't decide to just put a picture of my juicy red heart against a dramatic black background on the cover of this book. I am (sort of) ashamed to admit that the scene that stuck with me most after that first reading is the scene with Edward, Jacob, and Bella in the tent, particularly the sleeping bag. I mean, COME ON: Stephanie Meyer wrote the fanfiction before the TwiHards could even get to it. It is the most fanfiction-y thing I have ever read in print, and I have read the epilogue to Deathly Hallows a number of times. I only just finished rereading this book tonight, and it's all come back to me just how absolutely heart-wrenching it is. JACOB! Ugh.
Breaking Dawn. Haven't reread it yet. I remember it as being batshit crazy. I'm pretty sure a reread is not going to convince me otherwise. Unless there are no magic super babies named Renesmee (don't even get me started), and no imprinting. The headboard destruction can remain. I won't hate seeing RPattz in action on the big screen.
So, the whole Team Edward vs. Team Jacob thing is very difficult for me. Coming into this, I loved Robert Pattinson hardcore as Cedric Diggory in Goblet of Fire, particularly the DVD extras, where you got just a taste of how completely out-of-his-mind he is. And he has proven that even more in recent years. He either has a very serious drinking problem, or a paralyzing social anxiety disorder, which he treats with booze. Did anyone see the MTV Awards where he presented a lifetime achievement award to Reese Witherspoon? Hoooooly shit. I have grown to love him more in his other movies: Water For Elephants, Remember Me, etc. He is actually a good actor. But in the Twilight movies, he is TERRIBLE. Painfully awful. I blame the directors, trying to make the vampires look and act all cool and other-worldly (good god, look what they've done to Jackson Rathbone!). His lines are WAY to stilted and broody. Taylor Lautner I think was perfectly cast as Jacob. He's so precious and likable in the first movie, and then in New Moon we get hit with BAM abs! Holy shit abs. I am Team Jacob's Abs. He has enough likable charm to make me believe him to be the Jacob from the books. I think overall, he does a better acting job than RPattz in the movies. But he seems like a Handsomeness Robot in real life. I bought Rolling Stone when The Abs were on the cover, expecting to finally fall in love with him through the article, but it really just made him seem like more of a robot. My love for The Abs has not wavered though. So to sum up:
Book Edward vs. Book Jacob = Advantage: Jacob
Movie Edward vs. Movie Jacob = Advantage: Jacob
Real-Life RPattz vs. Real-Life TLaut = Advantage: RPattz
Jacob's Abs vs. Anything Else = Advantage: ABS!
Really though. I realize Bella's got a big decision on her hands, on top of being chased by vampire bad-guys that want to eat her, but she really could have handled it all better. I won't get into how she is without a doubt the worst female role model for teenage girls, but even to someone older, jaded, and not so impressionable, her behavior is reprehensible and annoying! She has terrible self-esteem, does not think she is worthy of either boy, or really any of her friends or loved ones, or any happiness or joy at all. She thinks every single thing that happens is her fault. She is so easily swayed, and pushed around by the men in her life, somehow still blaming herself for everything. And it's a shame, because at times she's cool, and likable, but then she pulls so much ridiculous shit, I want her to just get eaten by a vampire already.
And, here's the thing I don't get. Stephanie Meyer spends so much time throughout the series getting you to fall in love with Jacob. And she does a great job of it. You fall in love with him as a friend first, all silly and carefree and adorable. Then wha-BAM you and Bella get smacked in the face with the book version of The Abs. Then he fights for her so unfailingly, puts up with endless shit from her and the Cullens, and keeps coming back for more punishment. You watch his heart get broken and stomped on, and yet still he loves her so much, he won't let her go. You even get a glimpse into the future, the "what might have been". And you know he would have been the better choice for her. They would have been happy, he would protect her, they would have babies, they would grow old together. By the end of Eclipse, I am just screaming at random pages of the book, trying to get Bella to see reason. If any of you read the books or watch the movies, please picture me on top of the snowy mountain with Bella and Jacob, as they are fighting/saying their goodbyes/ making out, while I am in the background screaming, "WHAAAAAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOU ARE SUCH AN IDIOT! LOOK AT HIM! HE LOVES YOU! LOOK AT THE ABS, FOR GOD'S SAKE! Oh...oh, you're making out now? Oh, well, good for you. Carry on, then." But then more screaming later when she makes poor life choices and breaks poor Jacob's heart repeatedly.
Anyway, all this time spent on Jacob, and yet....what reason does she give for you to fall in love with Edward? There is scene after scene in which Jacob is adorable and sweet and also hot (literally.), and Bella's thinking how wonderful he is, but it always ends with "But he's no Edward." Her heart has made its choice, she and Edward are more than soulmates, she can't live without him, she only has eyes for him, he is the most wonderful person in the whole wide world, she is willing to throw her whole life away (literally.) just to be with him forever, etc. But...why? He is handsome. Snappy dresser. Virtuous. Uses pretentious antiquated speech. Has nice handwriting. Super-rich, and likes to buy her things. But WHAT is it about him that makes him so irresistible to her? There is just not enough evidence in these books to support his case over Jacob's. About 40 pages into book 1 and Bella has already decided he is the love of her life. What has he done? Choked down a bite of pizza, all for show? Brooded over the microscope in biology?
One thing that is touched on but never really elaborated enough to my liking in the series, is the fact that one of the vampires' biggest predatory advantages is that they are absolutely irresistible to their prey, i.e. humans. They are super smokin hot, graceful, awesome-smelling, sweet-talkin, etc. Who's to say Bella isn't just reeled in by all that? She may just be under his spell. Why does no one ever question this? Why does Edward, Bella's broody soulmate in self-worthlessness, never question whether Bella's love was true or whether she was just easy prey?
And really, who would pick COLD and HARD over SOFT and WARM. Nothing about making out with a cold statue is appealing to me. Sharing a sleeping bag with a steaming pile of werewolf abs, now that's another story. It is so fucking cold in here right now, I wish I had a werewolf to spoon with.
I'm going to stop now. I have already gone on far too long. I wish I weren't so wordy. I'm just not cut out for blogging.
I know, I know, I can feel your judgment from here. If you are not even remotely a Twilight person, you're going to want to go ahead and stop reading now.
So, with Breaking Dawn Pt. 1 coming out this month, I decided I should reread the series, because I remembered very little, but also because my mind has become so clouded with Twilight-related rage that I had forgotten anything I had ever actually enjoyed about the books. But I knew that I had. So I'm working my way through again, for the second time.
As a little background, I got into Twilight right after I graduated from Fisher. My roommate Kristina had tumbled into the rabbit-hole already, and tried to pull me along with her, but I knew that if there was any chance of me doing any studying for finals, I needed to not get sucked into another preteen book series.
A few days after I moved home after graduation, I picked up a copy Twilight in Walmart. After pouring through it in about a day, I got the next 2 books out from the library. I remember staying in a hotel room with my family in NYC, and reading Eclipse in the bathroom at 3am so I wouldn't wake anybody up, flailing silently at what I was reading.
This was a few months before the movie came out, so I already knew who had been cast in all the leads, so I've always had those faces pictured in my head as I've read along: Cedric Diggory as Edward, the gender-ambiguous kid from Panic Room as Bella, Mike Dexter from Can't Hardly Wait as Carlisle, the mysterious pregnant lady from Grey's Anatomy as Esme, etc.
All I really remembered about having read the books the first time, was that Eclipse was my favorite, and New Moon was my least favorite. After a second time through, I'm not sure that's entirely true. I haven't reread Breaking Dawn yet, but I don't anticipate that affecting my ranking here.
I think Twilight, the introduction to the series, is the most enjoyable. You meet everyone, get introduced to Forks and all the magic it contains, and you fall in love with all of it. There's more carefree lovesick happiness in this book, less angst and heartbreak than all the others. Which is to be expected for the first book in a series (see also: Harry Potter), but i still think it makes for a great read.
New Moon is not as bad as I remembered, upon a second read. I think New Moon is notoriously unpopular, because Edward is only in, like, maybe 15% of it? But I am a proud member of Team Jacob, and I think that, while the author took a big chance cutting her main romantic interest almost entirely out of the second book in a teen romance series, I think it totally paid off, because it gives us a chance to fall in love with Jacob. The problem I have with New Moon, and I think it's what stuck with me so long after, is that I think the entire concept of losing your shit so seriously over a guy you've only known for a few months is more than a little bit ridiculous. Granted, I have never been in love, so I can't relate to that aspect, but I am overly-emotional and obsessive and attached to things, and yet I feel like I wouldn't even go into a coma like that if a member of my family died. Please don't quote me on that.
Eclipse. Ugh. As I said, I think Twilight is the most enjoyable read of the series, but Eclipse is the best. Eclipse is just heart-wrenching to me. Even though a bunch of other stuff happens, the main story in that for me, (and I guess for everyone else, really), is the love triangle between Edward, Bella, and Jacob. Jacob is not giving up without a fight, and it makes my heart explode. Honestly, I don't know why they didn't decide to just put a picture of my juicy red heart against a dramatic black background on the cover of this book. I am (sort of) ashamed to admit that the scene that stuck with me most after that first reading is the scene with Edward, Jacob, and Bella in the tent, particularly the sleeping bag. I mean, COME ON: Stephanie Meyer wrote the fanfiction before the TwiHards could even get to it. It is the most fanfiction-y thing I have ever read in print, and I have read the epilogue to Deathly Hallows a number of times. I only just finished rereading this book tonight, and it's all come back to me just how absolutely heart-wrenching it is. JACOB! Ugh.
Breaking Dawn. Haven't reread it yet. I remember it as being batshit crazy. I'm pretty sure a reread is not going to convince me otherwise. Unless there are no magic super babies named Renesmee (don't even get me started), and no imprinting. The headboard destruction can remain. I won't hate seeing RPattz in action on the big screen.
So, the whole Team Edward vs. Team Jacob thing is very difficult for me. Coming into this, I loved Robert Pattinson hardcore as Cedric Diggory in Goblet of Fire, particularly the DVD extras, where you got just a taste of how completely out-of-his-mind he is. And he has proven that even more in recent years. He either has a very serious drinking problem, or a paralyzing social anxiety disorder, which he treats with booze. Did anyone see the MTV Awards where he presented a lifetime achievement award to Reese Witherspoon? Hoooooly shit. I have grown to love him more in his other movies: Water For Elephants, Remember Me, etc. He is actually a good actor. But in the Twilight movies, he is TERRIBLE. Painfully awful. I blame the directors, trying to make the vampires look and act all cool and other-worldly (good god, look what they've done to Jackson Rathbone!). His lines are WAY to stilted and broody. Taylor Lautner I think was perfectly cast as Jacob. He's so precious and likable in the first movie, and then in New Moon we get hit with BAM abs! Holy shit abs. I am Team Jacob's Abs. He has enough likable charm to make me believe him to be the Jacob from the books. I think overall, he does a better acting job than RPattz in the movies. But he seems like a Handsomeness Robot in real life. I bought Rolling Stone when The Abs were on the cover, expecting to finally fall in love with him through the article, but it really just made him seem like more of a robot. My love for The Abs has not wavered though. So to sum up:
Book Edward vs. Book Jacob = Advantage: Jacob
Movie Edward vs. Movie Jacob = Advantage: Jacob
Real-Life RPattz vs. Real-Life TLaut = Advantage: RPattz
Jacob's Abs vs. Anything Else = Advantage: ABS!
Really though. I realize Bella's got a big decision on her hands, on top of being chased by vampire bad-guys that want to eat her, but she really could have handled it all better. I won't get into how she is without a doubt the worst female role model for teenage girls, but even to someone older, jaded, and not so impressionable, her behavior is reprehensible and annoying! She has terrible self-esteem, does not think she is worthy of either boy, or really any of her friends or loved ones, or any happiness or joy at all. She thinks every single thing that happens is her fault. She is so easily swayed, and pushed around by the men in her life, somehow still blaming herself for everything. And it's a shame, because at times she's cool, and likable, but then she pulls so much ridiculous shit, I want her to just get eaten by a vampire already.
And, here's the thing I don't get. Stephanie Meyer spends so much time throughout the series getting you to fall in love with Jacob. And she does a great job of it. You fall in love with him as a friend first, all silly and carefree and adorable. Then wha-BAM you and Bella get smacked in the face with the book version of The Abs. Then he fights for her so unfailingly, puts up with endless shit from her and the Cullens, and keeps coming back for more punishment. You watch his heart get broken and stomped on, and yet still he loves her so much, he won't let her go. You even get a glimpse into the future, the "what might have been". And you know he would have been the better choice for her. They would have been happy, he would protect her, they would have babies, they would grow old together. By the end of Eclipse, I am just screaming at random pages of the book, trying to get Bella to see reason. If any of you read the books or watch the movies, please picture me on top of the snowy mountain with Bella and Jacob, as they are fighting/saying their goodbyes/ making out, while I am in the background screaming, "WHAAAAAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOU ARE SUCH AN IDIOT! LOOK AT HIM! HE LOVES YOU! LOOK AT THE ABS, FOR GOD'S SAKE! Oh...oh, you're making out now? Oh, well, good for you. Carry on, then." But then more screaming later when she makes poor life choices and breaks poor Jacob's heart repeatedly.
Anyway, all this time spent on Jacob, and yet....what reason does she give for you to fall in love with Edward? There is scene after scene in which Jacob is adorable and sweet and also hot (literally.), and Bella's thinking how wonderful he is, but it always ends with "But he's no Edward." Her heart has made its choice, she and Edward are more than soulmates, she can't live without him, she only has eyes for him, he is the most wonderful person in the whole wide world, she is willing to throw her whole life away (literally.) just to be with him forever, etc. But...why? He is handsome. Snappy dresser. Virtuous. Uses pretentious antiquated speech. Has nice handwriting. Super-rich, and likes to buy her things. But WHAT is it about him that makes him so irresistible to her? There is just not enough evidence in these books to support his case over Jacob's. About 40 pages into book 1 and Bella has already decided he is the love of her life. What has he done? Choked down a bite of pizza, all for show? Brooded over the microscope in biology?
One thing that is touched on but never really elaborated enough to my liking in the series, is the fact that one of the vampires' biggest predatory advantages is that they are absolutely irresistible to their prey, i.e. humans. They are super smokin hot, graceful, awesome-smelling, sweet-talkin, etc. Who's to say Bella isn't just reeled in by all that? She may just be under his spell. Why does no one ever question this? Why does Edward, Bella's broody soulmate in self-worthlessness, never question whether Bella's love was true or whether she was just easy prey?
And really, who would pick COLD and HARD over SOFT and WARM. Nothing about making out with a cold statue is appealing to me. Sharing a sleeping bag with a steaming pile of werewolf abs, now that's another story. It is so fucking cold in here right now, I wish I had a werewolf to spoon with.
I'm going to stop now. I have already gone on far too long. I wish I weren't so wordy. I'm just not cut out for blogging.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Post-Wedding Thoughts
Yesterday I watched my best friend get married. It was wonderful, and now I am happy and exhausted. Everyone and everything was beautiful. It was so amazing to have so many people I loved in one place having such a wonderful time. Leah and I shared so many years of being attached at the (brain) hip, that her family is like a second family to me. To see some of them again after so many years, and to have them actually remember me, was wonderful. Seeing how much her brother and some of her cousins have grown is....incredible. I saw Wagner friends I hadn't seen since I left. I told stories and relived memories that I hadn't in years.
As I may have mentioned, oh, a thousand times, this year has not been a good year for me, emotionally and self-esteem wise. And yet I found myself spending a weekend with so many great friends who were so loving and wonderful, and at moments showered me with more praise than I probably deserve. And even more importantly than that, I was there as the maid of honor. Of all people in the world, Leah chose ME as the person to stand up for her on the most important day of her life. This is the second time I have been a maid of honor, and each time it has meant...so incredibly much to me. Weddings have always been a big deal to me: I love them, I like watching them in movies and on TV, scouring my parents' wedding album, and thinking about my own dream wedding. Your wedding is something you tell your kids, your family and friends about. And to be able to play such an important role in the celebration of people I love so much is the most amazing honor. It makes me want to live up to this position, this honor, to the best of my abilities. I want to be the kind of friend that deserves to be the maid of honor.
I've always felt a little bit overprotective and mother-y when it comes to my friends. You can say all the shit you want about me, but if you say anything against one of my people, I will rip you apart. I feel like girlfriends need to stick together and stick up for one another, even when they're tens or hundreds or thousands of miles away. Being at this age where my girls are starting to fall in love and give their hearts away to other people is....scary. I don't want the people I love to have their hearts broken. I don't want them to settle. I want them to find the absolute best, most perfect person in the entire world for them. I want them to be deliriously happy every god damn day of their lives. That said, I know it's not like old times where a woman would get married and become a part of her husband's family and leave her former life, and everyone in it, behind. Marriage is really no different than engagement, aside from a little extra jewelry and a name change here or there. My married friends will still be just as much a part of my life as they were when they were single. But it's no longer my responsibility to take care of them (not that it ever really was, officially). Now there is someone more important, that is legally designated as the person to be there every second of the day, if something is wrong or right or happy or sad. And I just want my babies to be taken care of. So to see someone look into the eyes of someone I care about so much with such love and adoration in their eyes, makes me so happy because I know that they would do anything for them. If nothing else, weddings are the time that emotions are just exploding all over the place, so it's when this is the most obvious, and has been when it finally clicks with me that this is that person I have hoped they would find. I like knowing I can cross two of my girls off of the list, knowing they're in good hands. And it's not necessarily like I'm passing them over, but I feel like they're my little babies, and I'm tucking them in, and fluffing their pillows, and making sure the covers are tucked up under their chin, and the night light is on, and there are no monsters under the bed, before I turn off the light and close the door. I don't even know if I'm making sense anymore, but the point is, I'm so happy my favorite girls have found people that love them and care for them, even more than I do. And though I would love to have somebody look at me that way, it is enough to witness it second-hand. It's such a beautiful thing.
So, I'm just rambling, in what is probably the most random and boring post-wedding blog ever. But I just feel so full of emotions and happiness and love and exhaustion that I don't know how to put it all into words.
Leah and Lauren, I love you both so much. I literally could not be any happier for you, I wouldn't even know how to physically contain more happiness. Your wedding, and really the whole weekend, was such an amazing experience, and I cannot even begin to say how much it has meant to me to have been a part of it. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life receiving your holiday newsletters, and buying Girl Scout cookies from your children, and being forced to do my fish impressions well into my arthritic years.
I love you both. Immensely. And I am so happy for you.
As I may have mentioned, oh, a thousand times, this year has not been a good year for me, emotionally and self-esteem wise. And yet I found myself spending a weekend with so many great friends who were so loving and wonderful, and at moments showered me with more praise than I probably deserve. And even more importantly than that, I was there as the maid of honor. Of all people in the world, Leah chose ME as the person to stand up for her on the most important day of her life. This is the second time I have been a maid of honor, and each time it has meant...so incredibly much to me. Weddings have always been a big deal to me: I love them, I like watching them in movies and on TV, scouring my parents' wedding album, and thinking about my own dream wedding. Your wedding is something you tell your kids, your family and friends about. And to be able to play such an important role in the celebration of people I love so much is the most amazing honor. It makes me want to live up to this position, this honor, to the best of my abilities. I want to be the kind of friend that deserves to be the maid of honor.
I've always felt a little bit overprotective and mother-y when it comes to my friends. You can say all the shit you want about me, but if you say anything against one of my people, I will rip you apart. I feel like girlfriends need to stick together and stick up for one another, even when they're tens or hundreds or thousands of miles away. Being at this age where my girls are starting to fall in love and give their hearts away to other people is....scary. I don't want the people I love to have their hearts broken. I don't want them to settle. I want them to find the absolute best, most perfect person in the entire world for them. I want them to be deliriously happy every god damn day of their lives. That said, I know it's not like old times where a woman would get married and become a part of her husband's family and leave her former life, and everyone in it, behind. Marriage is really no different than engagement, aside from a little extra jewelry and a name change here or there. My married friends will still be just as much a part of my life as they were when they were single. But it's no longer my responsibility to take care of them (not that it ever really was, officially). Now there is someone more important, that is legally designated as the person to be there every second of the day, if something is wrong or right or happy or sad. And I just want my babies to be taken care of. So to see someone look into the eyes of someone I care about so much with such love and adoration in their eyes, makes me so happy because I know that they would do anything for them. If nothing else, weddings are the time that emotions are just exploding all over the place, so it's when this is the most obvious, and has been when it finally clicks with me that this is that person I have hoped they would find. I like knowing I can cross two of my girls off of the list, knowing they're in good hands. And it's not necessarily like I'm passing them over, but I feel like they're my little babies, and I'm tucking them in, and fluffing their pillows, and making sure the covers are tucked up under their chin, and the night light is on, and there are no monsters under the bed, before I turn off the light and close the door. I don't even know if I'm making sense anymore, but the point is, I'm so happy my favorite girls have found people that love them and care for them, even more than I do. And though I would love to have somebody look at me that way, it is enough to witness it second-hand. It's such a beautiful thing.
So, I'm just rambling, in what is probably the most random and boring post-wedding blog ever. But I just feel so full of emotions and happiness and love and exhaustion that I don't know how to put it all into words.
Leah and Lauren, I love you both so much. I literally could not be any happier for you, I wouldn't even know how to physically contain more happiness. Your wedding, and really the whole weekend, was such an amazing experience, and I cannot even begin to say how much it has meant to me to have been a part of it. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life receiving your holiday newsletters, and buying Girl Scout cookies from your children, and being forced to do my fish impressions well into my arthritic years.
I love you both. Immensely. And I am so happy for you.
Monday, October 10, 2011
October
Ohhhhhh me oh my.
Life, she is a cruel mistress.
So, I haven't been blogging so much. My brain has left my body. I've actually removed it for safekeeping and am keeping it in a jar on my dresser. Trust me, it's necessary. Although I think it wouldn't hurt to do the same with my heart at this point.
So, I am only half participating in life this month, due to weddings and various other life issues.
Come November (or, really, October 23rd), I am taking a month off. Unfortunately not from work. But from life. Will I still tweet or blog or text or see friends on occasion? Probably. But I'm going to stop feeling bad about not keeping up with everyone's lives, and returning calls and texts, etc. I'm sort of a mess right now, and I need to take at least a month to be a selfish bitch and focus on myself. So that will be November.
Novemeber is also National Novel Writing Month. I'm doing it, guys. Well, I'm going to try. They actually encourage you to tell a bunch of people that you're doing it, so that the peer pressure will keep you from slacking off and not writing. So, this is me, doing that. I'm not foolish enough to think that I will actually accomplish writing an entire novel in one month, but I'm hoping this will at least serve to kick my years-long writer's block. We'll see.
My best friend gets married in one week. I can't believe it. God, everyone's growing up so fast. What is happening?
Life, she is a cruel mistress.
So, I haven't been blogging so much. My brain has left my body. I've actually removed it for safekeeping and am keeping it in a jar on my dresser. Trust me, it's necessary. Although I think it wouldn't hurt to do the same with my heart at this point.
So, I am only half participating in life this month, due to weddings and various other life issues.
Come November (or, really, October 23rd), I am taking a month off. Unfortunately not from work. But from life. Will I still tweet or blog or text or see friends on occasion? Probably. But I'm going to stop feeling bad about not keeping up with everyone's lives, and returning calls and texts, etc. I'm sort of a mess right now, and I need to take at least a month to be a selfish bitch and focus on myself. So that will be November.
Novemeber is also National Novel Writing Month. I'm doing it, guys. Well, I'm going to try. They actually encourage you to tell a bunch of people that you're doing it, so that the peer pressure will keep you from slacking off and not writing. So, this is me, doing that. I'm not foolish enough to think that I will actually accomplish writing an entire novel in one month, but I'm hoping this will at least serve to kick my years-long writer's block. We'll see.
My best friend gets married in one week. I can't believe it. God, everyone's growing up so fast. What is happening?
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
New TV!
Well kids, we've made it through premiere week. It was rough, I know, but we did it. It was good to see some old favorites back and better than ever, but it was awesome to see some new shows, being great!
Some I've enjoyed:
Ringer (Tuesday 9:00, CW)
Sarah Michelle Gellar. Buffy the effing Vampire Slayer. Back and better than ever. A real dramatic fashionable double-life switcheroonie you'd expect from the CW (The Colleen Weiler). At times it was a little confusing to tell which Sarah Michelle Gellar was which, but I think I'll settle in. Other notable appearances? Nestor Carbonell, the pseudo-eyelinered dreamboat you may know from Lost, Psych, Strong Medicine, and Suddenly Susan, plays a detective trailing one of the SMGs. Also, Kristoffer Polaha, who I am in love with, ever since seeing him as Baze in the Sort-of-terrible-but-I-wanted-to-love-it Life Unexpected. Baze was my dream man-boy, if only a teensy weensy bit too old. On Ringer, he plays a classier and sexier Henry, who is rich SMG's mistress...mister. Anyway, they're bangin. Or at least, they were. Now that poor SMG has taken over rich SMG's life, she's not sure whether or not she should still be banging Henry, or rich SMG's husband, Ioan Gruffudd. I think the choice is clear; never trust a man whose name is not pronounced anything like the way it's spelled.
Revenge (Wednesday 10:00, ABC)
I expected this Emily VanCamp vehicle to be just about as exciting as Everwood. That is to say, not very. BUT it's actually kind of great. The setting is gorgeous. I've never been to the Hamptons, but I can see why rich people want to hang out there. I also like that it's a beach setting, but not a tropical beach setting. Northern beaches are nice too! New England-y. Emily VanCamp has proven herself to be pretty intrguing. I haven't decided if she's pretty or not. She's a strange bird. Another notable presence: Connor Paolo, who you may know as Serena's super-gay brother on Gossip Girl, as a bro. It's great. He's totally adorable. So, thusfar, there's been drama, intrigue, infidelity, murder, all that great stuff. Also, I can relate to the concept, because I hate movies and TV shows where people are able to rise above and forgive the people who've wronged them in the past, or murdered their loved ones. Bring on the revenge and murder. I love it. I look forward to seeing where it goes.
Pan Am (Sunday 10:00 ABC)
It's official: I want to be a '60s Pan-Am stewardess. Like the other 2 shows on this list, I expected to be unimpressed by the first episode and brush it aside for the rest of it's inevitably-canceled season, but I was really pleasantly surprised. First of all, the fashion is amazing and wonderful. It makes me hate our generation so so much more. But I think it's so interesting, not only all the drama and adventures, but just learning about the lifestyles these ladies lived. I love all the girls. Love Christina Ricci, c'mon. Also, French girl! Huzzah French! Also, Cold War Adventures! Cuban Missile Crisis! Planes! Adventures! Motorbikes! Pencil Skirts! I can't wait for more!
So there we have it. Three shows I would recommend after a one-episode viewing. Who knows, they could all turn to crap in the next few eps, but for now: good stuff. There are others I've got my eye on, and I'll keep you updated on any improvements.
Happy Viewing!
Some I've enjoyed:
Ringer (Tuesday 9:00, CW)
Sarah Michelle Gellar. Buffy the effing Vampire Slayer. Back and better than ever. A real dramatic fashionable double-life switcheroonie you'd expect from the CW (The Colleen Weiler). At times it was a little confusing to tell which Sarah Michelle Gellar was which, but I think I'll settle in. Other notable appearances? Nestor Carbonell, the pseudo-eyelinered dreamboat you may know from Lost, Psych, Strong Medicine, and Suddenly Susan, plays a detective trailing one of the SMGs. Also, Kristoffer Polaha, who I am in love with, ever since seeing him as Baze in the Sort-of-terrible-but-I-wanted-to-love-it Life Unexpected. Baze was my dream man-boy, if only a teensy weensy bit too old. On Ringer, he plays a classier and sexier Henry, who is rich SMG's mistress...mister. Anyway, they're bangin. Or at least, they were. Now that poor SMG has taken over rich SMG's life, she's not sure whether or not she should still be banging Henry, or rich SMG's husband, Ioan Gruffudd. I think the choice is clear; never trust a man whose name is not pronounced anything like the way it's spelled.
Revenge (Wednesday 10:00, ABC)
I expected this Emily VanCamp vehicle to be just about as exciting as Everwood. That is to say, not very. BUT it's actually kind of great. The setting is gorgeous. I've never been to the Hamptons, but I can see why rich people want to hang out there. I also like that it's a beach setting, but not a tropical beach setting. Northern beaches are nice too! New England-y. Emily VanCamp has proven herself to be pretty intrguing. I haven't decided if she's pretty or not. She's a strange bird. Another notable presence: Connor Paolo, who you may know as Serena's super-gay brother on Gossip Girl, as a bro. It's great. He's totally adorable. So, thusfar, there's been drama, intrigue, infidelity, murder, all that great stuff. Also, I can relate to the concept, because I hate movies and TV shows where people are able to rise above and forgive the people who've wronged them in the past, or murdered their loved ones. Bring on the revenge and murder. I love it. I look forward to seeing where it goes.
Pan Am (Sunday 10:00 ABC)
It's official: I want to be a '60s Pan-Am stewardess. Like the other 2 shows on this list, I expected to be unimpressed by the first episode and brush it aside for the rest of it's inevitably-canceled season, but I was really pleasantly surprised. First of all, the fashion is amazing and wonderful. It makes me hate our generation so so much more. But I think it's so interesting, not only all the drama and adventures, but just learning about the lifestyles these ladies lived. I love all the girls. Love Christina Ricci, c'mon. Also, French girl! Huzzah French! Also, Cold War Adventures! Cuban Missile Crisis! Planes! Adventures! Motorbikes! Pencil Skirts! I can't wait for more!
So there we have it. Three shows I would recommend after a one-episode viewing. Who knows, they could all turn to crap in the next few eps, but for now: good stuff. There are others I've got my eye on, and I'll keep you updated on any improvements.
Happy Viewing!
Thursday, September 22, 2011
I don't want to climb Mt Everest
I stumbled across this page about all the bodies abandoned on Everest. That's right, bodies. Just straight-up dead bodies littered all over the mountain. People just climb right on past them, on the way up, and on the way down. There are even charming landmarks like "Green Boots Cave" and "Rainbow Valley", named after the colorful corpses littering the mountain.
Understandably, climbing Everest is crazy dangerous, so a rescue mission is next to impossible. But I just...don't get it. If I was walking down the street, and saw a dead body on the sidewalk, I would think "Hmmmm, this place seems unsafe. I'm going to turn around and go home." I would not just step over the dead body and skip off along on my merry way. No goal or achievement is that important.
Anyway, I still find the article/blog interesting, because I am sick and twisted. So give it a read. If you don't mind looking at relatively unoffensive dead bodies. And some super-gross frostbite pics.
I'm sure that really made you want to read it. Whatever. Moral of the story: I don't want to climb Mt. Everest.
Understandably, climbing Everest is crazy dangerous, so a rescue mission is next to impossible. But I just...don't get it. If I was walking down the street, and saw a dead body on the sidewalk, I would think "Hmmmm, this place seems unsafe. I'm going to turn around and go home." I would not just step over the dead body and skip off along on my merry way. No goal or achievement is that important.
Anyway, I still find the article/blog interesting, because I am sick and twisted. So give it a read. If you don't mind looking at relatively unoffensive dead bodies. And some super-gross frostbite pics.
I'm sure that really made you want to read it. Whatever. Moral of the story: I don't want to climb Mt. Everest.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
What I Will Be Watching
Here it is folks. Hope you all have time to set your DVRs accordingly.
Not my most organized. Also, please keep in mind that some shows are premiering on nights and at times different than when they will actually be regularly airing. I did not include/know the regular nights and times, so they are not included on this list. So if you want to watch the show, you need to pay attention during the commercial breaks of the premiere to figure out when the show will normally be on.
*** means top favorite
Red Dates are premiere dates
Fall 2011 TV Schedule
Monday
8:00 The Sing-Off (-9:00) NBC 9/19 ***
8:00 Dancing with the Stars (-10:00)
ABC 9/19
8:00 How I Met Your Mother (-8:30)
CBS 9/19 ***
9:00 Hart of Dixie (-10:00) CW 9/26
-I will support Rachel Bilson in anything she does. At least for one episode.
9:30 2 Broke Girls (-9:30) CBS 9/19
9:30 Mike & Molly (-9:30) CBS 9/26
10:00 Castle (-11:00) ABC 9/19 ***
10:30 Death Valley (-11:00) MTV
Tuesday
8:00 Last Man Standing (-8:30) ABC 10/11
-I will support Tim Allen in anything he does. For at least one episode.
8:00 Biggest Loser (-9:00) NBC 9/20
8:00 Glee (-9:00) Fox 9/20 ***
-I'm excited to see The Glee Project winners!
9:00 Dancing with the Stars (-10:00)
ABC 9/20
9:00 Ringer (-10:00) CW 9/13
-Guys, I watched it. Because I will support Sarah Michelle Gellar in anything she does. For at least one episode. BUT I kinda think it might be great. Sort of confusing. But a little noir style, and murder and intrigue. AND Nestor Carbonel, who is so great, AND Kristoffer Polaha, who I would bang all over the place. One to watch!
9:00 What Not To Wear (-10:00) TLC
9:00 New Girl (-9:30) NBC 9/20
9:30 Raising Hope (-10:00) Fox 9/20
10:00 Big Sexy (-11:00) TLC
-Because I will support fat girls. Because fat girls need love too. And because Big Sexy is just such a hilariously insulting name for a television show.
11:00 Awkward (-11:30) MTV
Wednesday
8:00 The X-Factor (-9:30) Fox 9/21
-Looks super uninteresting and over-hyped, but I have to support my man Simon Cowell.
8:00 Pretty Little Liars (-9:00) ABC
Family 10/19
-Eh, I'll give it another try this year. I've gotta stay hip, keep up with what the kids are watching nowadays.
8:30 Suburgatory (-9:00) ABC 9/28
9:00 Criminal Minds (-10:00) CBS 9/21 ***
9:00 Psych (-10:00) USA 10/12 ***
9:00 America’s Next Top Model
(-10:00) CW 9/14
-All Starzzzzzz. Go Team Laura or Kayla or Allison or Sheena!
9:00 Modern Family (-9:30) ABC 9/21 ***
9:30 Happy Endings (-10:00) ABC 9/28 ***
-Guys, can you please watch this show? It's so funny. Don't you like funny things?
10:00 Restaurant: Impossible (-11:00)
Food Network
10:00 Revenge (-11:00) ABC 9/21
10:00 Up All Night (-11:00) NBC 9/14
-Because I want Will Arnett to voiceover all my dirtiest dreams
10:00 Law & Order: SVU (-11:00)
NBC 9/21
Thursday
8:00 The Big Bang Theory (-8:30) CBS 9/22 ***
8:00 Community (-8:30) NBC 9/22
8:00 The X Factor (-9:00) Fox 9/22
9:00 Person of Interest (-10:00) CBS 9/22
-Because I will support Lost alumni in anything they do. For at least one episode.
9:00 Project Runway (-10:00) Lifetime
9:00 Bones (-10:00) Fox 11/03
9:00 Secret Circle (-10:00) CW 9/15
9:30 Whitney (-10:00) NBC 9/22
10:00 It’s Always Sunny In
Philadelphia (-10:30) FX 9/15
10:00 30 Rock (-10:30) NBC
Friday
8:00 Say Yes To The Dress (-9:00) TLC
8:00 Chuck (-9:00) NBC 10/21
9:00 Grimm (-10:00) NBC 10/21
9:00 Four Weddings (-10:00) TLC
10:30 Sugar High (-11:00) Food
Network
-Because I will support Duff in anything he does. For at least one episode. BECAUSE IT IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN THE CAKE BOSS!
Saturday
11:00 When I Was 17 MTV
11:30 Saturday Night Live (-1:00) NBC 9/24
-Cannot wait for Melissa McCarthy to host! But first, more delicious Alec Baldwin.
Sunday
8:00 Once Upon A Time (-9:00) ABC 10/23
-Fairytales! Yayyyy!
8:30 Allen Gregory (-9:00) Fox 10/30
-Jonah Hill voices. Looks like it could be interesting.
9:00 Family Guy (-9:30) Fox 9/25
10:00 Pan Am (-11:00) ABC 9/25
-Because I want to go back in time, and this seems like a better option than the Playboy Club.
Friday, September 16, 2011
You know what? You know what? WOW.
Does anyone else have song lyrics that they don't necessarily love for the lyrics themselves, but the way the woooooords sound? Like poetry? I was talking about words today with my dad, and I brought up what is quite possibly my favorite few lines in any song, ever. And oddly enough, they're in a song from Wicked.
Aaaaaaaagh, those words just make me want to vomit butterflies. Anyway, whatever, I'm nuts.
Hey, so, last night I had a big sexy date with Scotty too Hotty, and after delicious noms at Teddy's we went to see Our Idiot Brother, which was OH MY GOD SO GOOD. Like, really. I really enjoyed it. One of the best movies I've seen all year, hands down. And definitely the most quotable. Paul Rudd? Awesome. TJ Miller? Hilarious is everything ever. And OMG were there ever a whole pile of attractive dudes that surprised me by being in this movie without my knowledge. Well, 2. HUGH EFFING DANCY, who for the first time in a long time not wearing bike shorts or having autism, but instead was just oh my dear sweet baby jesus super attractive. Also, Adam Scott, who has a really boring name that meant nothing to me, but is totally one of those "oh my god I LOVE him" guys, who I feel like often plays a dick, and in this movie he was actually adorable. And Paul Rudd, always great. And the sisters: Elizabeth Banks, Zooey Deschane,l and Emily Mortimer were also great. Elizabeth Banks looked BANGIN in this movie. I am not typically a huge fan of hers, I don't know why. But her entire wardrobe in this movie was what I would love mine to be (and she was a writer for Vanity Fair.....are you kidding me?!), and her body looked incredible in it. I'm still not in love with her personality, so it was not enough to turn into a full-on girl crush (I'm looking at you, Rachel McAdams, Kate Winslet, and Rachel Bilson), but enough for me to want to live in her body for a day. And possibly/probably band Adam Scott.
And most importantly, Willie Nelson loves Dolly Parton. That's all there is to it.
Did I have more to say? Yes. Did I forget what it was? Yes.
Soon on my Fall TV update, soon. You'll get it when I'm ready.
But really, see Our Idiot Brother. If for no other reason than Huuuuuuugh Daaaaaaancy. If I was not contractually obligated to love Claire Danes because she was on My So Called Life, I would hate her so hard.
Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who's winsome, she wins him
Aaaaaaaagh, those words just make me want to vomit butterflies. Anyway, whatever, I'm nuts.
Hey, so, last night I had a big sexy date with Scotty too Hotty, and after delicious noms at Teddy's we went to see Our Idiot Brother, which was OH MY GOD SO GOOD. Like, really. I really enjoyed it. One of the best movies I've seen all year, hands down. And definitely the most quotable. Paul Rudd? Awesome. TJ Miller? Hilarious is everything ever. And OMG were there ever a whole pile of attractive dudes that surprised me by being in this movie without my knowledge. Well, 2. HUGH EFFING DANCY, who for the first time in a long time not wearing bike shorts or having autism, but instead was just oh my dear sweet baby jesus super attractive. Also, Adam Scott, who has a really boring name that meant nothing to me, but is totally one of those "oh my god I LOVE him" guys, who I feel like often plays a dick, and in this movie he was actually adorable. And Paul Rudd, always great. And the sisters: Elizabeth Banks, Zooey Deschane,l and Emily Mortimer were also great. Elizabeth Banks looked BANGIN in this movie. I am not typically a huge fan of hers, I don't know why. But her entire wardrobe in this movie was what I would love mine to be (and she was a writer for Vanity Fair.....are you kidding me?!), and her body looked incredible in it. I'm still not in love with her personality, so it was not enough to turn into a full-on girl crush (I'm looking at you, Rachel McAdams, Kate Winslet, and Rachel Bilson), but enough for me to want to live in her body for a day. And possibly/probably band Adam Scott.
And most importantly, Willie Nelson loves Dolly Parton. That's all there is to it.
Did I have more to say? Yes. Did I forget what it was? Yes.
Soon on my Fall TV update, soon. You'll get it when I'm ready.
But really, see Our Idiot Brother. If for no other reason than Huuuuuuugh Daaaaaaancy. If I was not contractually obligated to love Claire Danes because she was on My So Called Life, I would hate her so hard.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Remember Me?
Ooooooo...blogspot has a fancy new interface! I hope this means the commenting function is no so ass-crazy. Yeah, ass-crazy. I said it.
Aaaaaaanywho, remember me? I haven't blogged in ages! I have been busy/stressed/bipolar/menstruating. It takes a lot out of a girl.
Things that have happened (in no apparent order):
Bachelorette party for my Leah and her Lauren! After much difficulty organizing and scheduling, a surprising amount of difficulty finding boobie-shaped things, hours spent preparing the perfect boobie foods with the most accurate and delicious areolas with my mother, and at the last minute, nearly derailed by massive flooding between point a and point b, it all came off just wonderfully. It was so good to see everyone, and to have a nice, relaxing weekend between a busy last few months, and a busy next several months. Sheesh! P.S. Leah, I demand to see your pictures! I know you have absolutely nothing else to do with your time, but I know you take so many pictures and they are so pretty and I want to seeeee theeeeem! Get a flickr! And you can post them without editing, I won;'t care! And you know this is all about what I want. Especially since I am a huge narcissist, and I know some of those pictures were of me, and I need a new profile pic! :)
The Great New York State Fair! I ate. So much food. Beef sundaes are the most delicious thing ever, and I don't care how inappropriate it sounds, it's a party in my mouth. I ate three of them. Among other things. MANY other things. So many other things. Also, I saw Maroon 5, Train, and Gavin DeGraw. I've been a fan of GdG since his first album, and he did not disappoint. I was especially excited to see him after his recent attack. Glad he's ok. Also my first time seeing Train. Train has.....so many songs that I know, that everyone knows. And for the most part, they are just ok. I do like their newer songs, though: Hey Soul Sister, If It's Love, Marry Me, Save Me San Francisco. Perhaps enough to get the whole album. Perhaps not. But they put on a good show. This was my...6th or 7th time seeing Maroon 5. I'm starting to lose track. Anyway, I love them forever, I loved Adam Levine before it was cool to love Adam Levine, and all their albums are great. I actually hadn't heard their newest one, but after hearing them perform some of the new songs (and listening to the album while road trippin with Jhole!) I'm going to have to get it, and I regret waiting this long. Eh, it's so hard to stay on top of things. My only complaint about their performance was that there was so little banter! His banter is what made me fall in love with Adam Levine! Well, that, and the sweating. He was still just as sweaty, but they were just going from one song to the next. I'm hoping it was just an off night, and they Adam hasn't gotten a big head since he's become more of a celebrity in his own right on The Voice. That would make me sad. Looks like I'll need to see them a 7th or 8th time to decide.
God dammit, this is turning into a much longer post than I had originally intended. i was going to post my Fall TV recommendations (as requested by Leah, though I'm sure the rest of you are waiting with bated breath for it), but that's going to have to end up being another post entirely.
Anyway, I have a lot coming up. A date with Scotty tomorrow, Alumni Weekend next weekend, North Carolina for 5 days for a 10/01 wedding, a party at Kelly's the next weekend, then MY LEAH'S wedding 10/16, and my cousin's wedding in Roc on 10/22. Phwew. Then Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, and black ice. Oof.
I am so excited for all of that, except for the black ice.
Aaaaaaanywho, remember me? I haven't blogged in ages! I have been busy/stressed/bipolar/menstruating. It takes a lot out of a girl.
Things that have happened (in no apparent order):
Bachelorette party for my Leah and her Lauren! After much difficulty organizing and scheduling, a surprising amount of difficulty finding boobie-shaped things, hours spent preparing the perfect boobie foods with the most accurate and delicious areolas with my mother, and at the last minute, nearly derailed by massive flooding between point a and point b, it all came off just wonderfully. It was so good to see everyone, and to have a nice, relaxing weekend between a busy last few months, and a busy next several months. Sheesh! P.S. Leah, I demand to see your pictures! I know you have absolutely nothing else to do with your time, but I know you take so many pictures and they are so pretty and I want to seeeee theeeeem! Get a flickr! And you can post them without editing, I won;'t care! And you know this is all about what I want. Especially since I am a huge narcissist, and I know some of those pictures were of me, and I need a new profile pic! :)
The Great New York State Fair! I ate. So much food. Beef sundaes are the most delicious thing ever, and I don't care how inappropriate it sounds, it's a party in my mouth. I ate three of them. Among other things. MANY other things. So many other things. Also, I saw Maroon 5, Train, and Gavin DeGraw. I've been a fan of GdG since his first album, and he did not disappoint. I was especially excited to see him after his recent attack. Glad he's ok. Also my first time seeing Train. Train has.....so many songs that I know, that everyone knows. And for the most part, they are just ok. I do like their newer songs, though: Hey Soul Sister, If It's Love, Marry Me, Save Me San Francisco. Perhaps enough to get the whole album. Perhaps not. But they put on a good show. This was my...6th or 7th time seeing Maroon 5. I'm starting to lose track. Anyway, I love them forever, I loved Adam Levine before it was cool to love Adam Levine, and all their albums are great. I actually hadn't heard their newest one, but after hearing them perform some of the new songs (and listening to the album while road trippin with Jhole!) I'm going to have to get it, and I regret waiting this long. Eh, it's so hard to stay on top of things. My only complaint about their performance was that there was so little banter! His banter is what made me fall in love with Adam Levine! Well, that, and the sweating. He was still just as sweaty, but they were just going from one song to the next. I'm hoping it was just an off night, and they Adam hasn't gotten a big head since he's become more of a celebrity in his own right on The Voice. That would make me sad. Looks like I'll need to see them a 7th or 8th time to decide.
God dammit, this is turning into a much longer post than I had originally intended. i was going to post my Fall TV recommendations (as requested by Leah, though I'm sure the rest of you are waiting with bated breath for it), but that's going to have to end up being another post entirely.
Anyway, I have a lot coming up. A date with Scotty tomorrow, Alumni Weekend next weekend, North Carolina for 5 days for a 10/01 wedding, a party at Kelly's the next weekend, then MY LEAH'S wedding 10/16, and my cousin's wedding in Roc on 10/22. Phwew. Then Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, and black ice. Oof.
I am so excited for all of that, except for the black ice.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
“[When Vonnegut tells his wife he’s going out to buy an envelope] Oh, she says, well, you’re not a poor man. You know, why don’t you go online and buy a hundred envelopes and put them in the closet? And so I pretend not to hear her. And go out to get an envelope because I’m going to have a hell of a good time in the process of buying one envelope. I meet a lot of people. And, see some great looking babes. And a fire engine goes by. And I give them the thumbs up. And, and ask a woman what kind of dog that is. And, and I don’t know. The moral of the story is, is we’re here on Earth to fart around. And, of course, the computers will do us out of that. And, what the computer people don’t realize, or they don’t care, is we’re dancing animals. You know, we love to move around. And, we’re not supposed to dance at all anymore.”
— Kurt Vonnegut
— Kurt Vonnegut
Monday, August 22, 2011
Things I Love, Currently
1) Pinterest. I don't understand it, I feel like I'm doing it wrong, but I LOVE being able to collect all the pretty things that I find!
2) The Glee Project. Samuel AND Damian won. Spoiler alert, back there. I could not be more pleased, and/or more excited for Glee season 3.
3) OH MY GOD LISA FRANK BAHAHAHA
4) My friends. I saw everyone this weekend, and it was wonderful! And my Leah is getting married! I'm so excited for all of it! Ahhhh!
5) Sleep. I have been sleeping soooooo well recently. That's not bragging, because I had been NOT sleeping or sleeping poorly for quite some time. So, this is definitely a welcome change.
2) The Glee Project. Samuel AND Damian won. Spoiler alert, back there. I could not be more pleased, and/or more excited for Glee season 3.
3) OH MY GOD LISA FRANK BAHAHAHA
4) My friends. I saw everyone this weekend, and it was wonderful! And my Leah is getting married! I'm so excited for all of it! Ahhhh!
5) Sleep. I have been sleeping soooooo well recently. That's not bragging, because I had been NOT sleeping or sleeping poorly for quite some time. So, this is definitely a welcome change.
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