So Many Shades of Grey

Hi gang!  I know, I know, I have been just terrible at blogging lately.  I don't know why.  Well, I do, I've been kinda busy.  And haven't really had much to say.

Let me first say that I am sorry my last post was so miserable.  I have been doing super well at not being miserable, like I was last year.  Yet for some reason, I recently hit a week where I was just that same kind of gut-wrenching, inescapably miserable as before.  No reason, either.  Nothing particularly bad happened, I wasn't pms-ing, yet for some reason, miserable.  Anyway, I'm over it now.  So that's good.

Secondly, I'm sorry I never reply to anyone's comments on here.  It is not because I don't read/appreciate them, but because Blogger for some reason does not want to ALLOW me to reply to anyone's comments.  But anyway, to answer the most recent questions, re: the freshly-painted living room...Gretchen and I do some sort of redecorating surprise whenever my parents go on one of their trips, so they did suspect that we would be doing something, but even more so suspected that we would paint the living room, because due to a recent massive wall repair, it desperately needed to be repainted.

Thirdly, I know I have not done a Hunger Games review yet.  That is because at first I was too overwhelmed and didn't know how to present my thoughts in a sensible manner.  And then I wasn't really interested in blogging.  And now too much time as passed and my fiery enthusiasm has dimmed somewhat, making for a less-exciting review.  BUT I am planning to re-read the book shortly, which will undoubtedly re-ignite my enthusiasm, and remind me of stuff I loved about the movie.  So I'll write up a review then.

Anyway, in current news, my dad had a hip replacement surgery this week. He is doing well, and being a surprisingly good patient.  But I think he loves being taken care of.  And it makes me happy to be able to sort of shower him with attention, because my mom and I are such drama queens, so we're always whining and making everything about us.  This is probably a nice change of pace.

I am, as I am sure I have mentioned before, hungry to get back out to Rochester.  I applied to a slew of Rochester jobs this weekend, so hopefully one of them will be fruitful.  Hopefully hopefully hopefully.  I really go through phases of just desperately daydreaming about living in Rochester.  Having a cute little apartment, hanging out with friends, going out to eat, seeing movies, etc etc.  As cheesy as it sounds, I'm ready to start living my life again.  I'm stuck on pause right now, and ready to move on.  Be a grown-up.

Hey, you know what I have to talk about?  This whole 50 Shades of Grey business.  I was initially indifferent to it, aside from being slightly amused that it was getting so much attention for being an erotic novel, when I imagine this is probably not the first erotic novel that has ever been written.  AND THEN I found out that it was actually a Twilight fanfiction story that the author changed the names and got published as a real book.  Then the whole sensation became hilarious.  I supported Jhole as she bought it during our shhopping trip, sure it would be right up her alley.  But since then, I am just sick of hearing about it.  My sister and her friends are reading it, and my mom wants to read it, all of which makes me super uncomfortable.  But also, it doesn't even sound interesting to me!  I mean, I consider myself a fanfiction connoisseur, and if we're going to turn fanfiction into real live books, this would not be my first choice! Nowhere near my first choice!  I mean, I can't say, because I haven't actually READ the book, but just the concept of  the innocent, virginal college girl, entering into this contractual sexual relationship with this cold, calculating businessman, who is a bajillionaire in his mid-20s, makes me roll my eyes.  It just seems super dumb and it makes me mad that it's so popular.  But it pretty much figures that I would froth at the mouth over teen wizards, and be totally disinterested in bondage.  Sigh.  I am a female Peter Pan.

Finally, who wants to hear the ridiculous dream I had last night?  Everyone?  Okay!

So I still lived in Rochester, and worked at StoreSmart.  I heard that at another building in Metro Park, there was some sort of American Idol event going on, and all of this season's contestants were there.  Well, naturally, I just left work in the middle of the day to check this out.  So I made my way over there, and there were just a whole bunch of people casually milling about, the Idols among them.  i just had to find them.  I somehow made it my mission to find Colton Dixon to tell him how shocked and disappointed I was that he was eliminated , and that he was my pick to win. [Ed. Note:  Not my favorite contestant, and not the one I thought should win, but the one I thought would win.  Now I am thrown for a loop.]  I ran into several contestants I didn't really care about, on my quest to find Colton, but then I found Phillip Phillips [Ed Note: ...who I LOVE!  OH MY GOD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.  Really.  It's taken me by complete surprise.  I mean, he has the same name, twice.  But, ugh.  Can't get enough.]  So, even though I loved Phillip Phillips just as much in my dream as I do in real life, I was distracted by my quest for Colton, and didn't expect to run into Phillip, and had no idea what to say.  So, for a moment, I just stared at him blankly, but then managed to get out something about how I loved him and thought he was great.  And he was very nice about it, and smiley, and flannel-y, and surprising TALL, which is a huge turn-on, so it was all in all wonderful.  After a brief visit with Phillip x 2 + s, I continued on my quest for Colton, who I did end up finding, and made a very dramatic and public declaration about the injustice of his premature elimination.  He seemed...taken aback, but pleased.  I am overwhelming sometimes.

Part two of the dream, I was at actor and Hunger Games star Josh Hutcherson's house.  His parents' house, to be exact.  It was a really big mid-nineties-style house, and it was just me, JHutch, and a bunch of my Rochester and Fisher people.  We were apparently having some sort of party for the American Idol finale [Ed. Note: The idea of any of my friends actually agreeing to attend an American idol-themed party is actually the least-realistic thing that happened in this dream.] and there were food and drinks and general merriment.  We were watching Idol on a giant TV in the living room, and I excused myself during a commercial break to take a tinkle in the bathroom just off the living room.  I go about my business and flush, but instead of flushing, the toilet starts overflowing like crazy.  So I come out of the bathroom, already embarrassed about overflowing someone's toilet, because everyone will thing I took a massive poop, but additionally mortified because I had to tell Actor and Star of The Hunger Games Josh Hutcherson, who I had only recently befriended, that I had overflowed his toilet.  But I did so.  Much to my surprise, he starts flipping out in front of everybody, about how he has been so busy with all of these movies and promoting The Hunger Games, and he has been looking forward to relaxing at home with friends, but instead he has to spend the whole night cleaning up other people's messes.  I don't remember anything after this, so the sheer horror of it probably roused me from sleep.

So, what we've learned, is that while other people are always having super-erotic sexy dreams about celebrities, I dream about geeking out in front of them, startling them, and overflowing their toilets.  Why does my subconscious hate me?  Here's hoping some hotter dreams come my way tonight.