"4th Dimensional Transition" by....who else?
Ignore the Youtube title. It's dimensional, not dimension. I always think of this song whenever I see the episode of Futurama "Mobius Dick". Get it? Because it's a 4th dimensional space whale? Bah, that was bad. But it is why I think of the song. Plus, it's just a pretty trippy episode.
They need to finish their album already. And go on tour. And come to my area again. If I go on the internet one day and find out they will be coming to either Philly, Camden, or AC, my girlish shrieks will be heard all over the world.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
The WTF Of The Day
One Direction Facts
Um....wow. How? Just how do they get this information?
This puts my stanning to shame. Big time. I know nothing of the sort when it comes to Andrew. The most private information I know about him was he was a virgin when he graduated high school. And was given a blowjob sometime during his college years (Ew. I don't care how prudish it sounds, blowjobs gross me out. I don't think I'd go that far even on Andrew. And I'd be willing to do a lot with him. The only way I'd give a blowjob is if the dude's penis was shooting out ice cream. Or whipped cream. Or rice pudding. And I don't know why, but that picture of him in the article makes the whole virgin information all the bit more funnier. Andrew's a good boy.). I probably could find some of this information if I went into the deep, dark scary depths of the internet, although I doubt I'd ever see an ultrasound picture like that of him. He was born 10 months before me. I imagine if his mommy had an ultrasound, it looks like mine- you can't see shit. My mother's ultrasound of me is hilarious. Especially compared to my sister's ultrasounds of her baby.
There is something creepisweet about those ultrasound pictures, although I am surprised there is an ultrasound of Louis. I thought he was just spawned from the depths of hell. And Jesus, Liam! If it is true....10.2 inches?! Mother of penis! I have to go find a ruler and check this out.
Um....wow. How? Just how do they get this information?
This puts my stanning to shame. Big time. I know nothing of the sort when it comes to Andrew. The most private information I know about him was he was a virgin when he graduated high school. And was given a blowjob sometime during his college years (Ew. I don't care how prudish it sounds, blowjobs gross me out. I don't think I'd go that far even on Andrew. And I'd be willing to do a lot with him. The only way I'd give a blowjob is if the dude's penis was shooting out ice cream. Or whipped cream. Or rice pudding. And I don't know why, but that picture of him in the article makes the whole virgin information all the bit more funnier. Andrew's a good boy.). I probably could find some of this information if I went into the deep, dark scary depths of the internet, although I doubt I'd ever see an ultrasound picture like that of him. He was born 10 months before me. I imagine if his mommy had an ultrasound, it looks like mine- you can't see shit. My mother's ultrasound of me is hilarious. Especially compared to my sister's ultrasounds of her baby.
There is something creepisweet about those ultrasound pictures, although I am surprised there is an ultrasound of Louis. I thought he was just spawned from the depths of hell. And Jesus, Liam! If it is true....10.2 inches?! Mother of penis! I have to go find a ruler and check this out.
Random Thoughts
Ugh I am sitting here and every so often, the room starts spinning. It's really annoying. I tend to get this right before I am due for my period. Which I was expecting Friday, but has not come yet. My boobs are sore and swollen and every time I even lightly touch them, I want to scream. And if doesn't come soon, I am going to start getting really hostile. I already am pretty hostile. I snapped out on my mother earlier because I am tired of her nit-picking everything I do and she stormed off to bed. I think she might have told me to go fuck myself. Nice, eh? Love you too Mom.
Maybe I should go fuck myself.
I realized I forgot to talk about that reunion thing I went to last Sunday. Well, the previous Sunday, I guess. Turns out this is the last year for it. Kind of disappointing, since I do like going to it. I just hate that it is always the same weekend as Apple Fest, so I always end up going feeling fat and bloated. I tend to eat a lot at the reunion, mostly desserts. For an Italian thing, you'd think they would serve Italian food, but no. The food isn't bad, but it's not anything I would normally eat, except for the vegetables, since I am one of those weirdos who actually enjoys steamed broccoli and cauliflower. But the desserts. Mother of God, they are good. But back to the reunion itself. It's kind of boring, but hey, it's a night out. And I do actually get up and dance. My grandfather's boss asked me to slow dance with him. It was awkward as hell. I am a horrible slow dancer. And then there is just the whole I am socially awkward in general.
And apparently the night was just so exciting for my brother-in-law. He spent the entire night playing on his phone. And not discreetly either. He leaned on the table and held it high up. My grandmother was really pissed. So was I. I thought it was incredibly rude. And my sister doesn't even say anything. He does it ALL THE TIME. At holidays, family parties, birthdays, restaurant outings, etc. It astonishes me that he has such bad manners. One of these days I'd like to grab his phone and throw it against the wall. I am a horrible nasty person, but if there is one thing I have no patience for, besides everything, it is bad manners. And I have no patience for his rudeness. Because by him doing that, it is telling us that he bored and does not want to be around.
And normally I am the youngest one there, but this year there was a young girl maybe 8 or so there. Dressed entirely too grown up for her age and she looked like she was wearing her mother's high heels. And one point I see her go up to the DJ and a few minutes later, that fucking "Cotton Eye Joe" song starts playing and she is the only one doing the stupid dance to it and everyone is clapping and cheering her on. I just rolled my eyes. Why do people find everything kids do just so adorable? And I just hate that song with the passion of a million fiery suns. My mother's friend's grandchildren are all obsessed with it as well. I don't understand why so many kids are so obsessed with it. It's old, for one. I think I was in middle school when it first came out. And it sucks eggs. This song and the "Macarena" (another one kids are still obsessed with) both need to go die in a fire.
I like to condemn music a lot, but one time I was reading something about bad music and someone mentioned that there is bad music in every decade. And I thought about it for a little bit and then said, you know what this person is absolutely right. Thinking back to older generation music, a lot of songs I grew up listening to, yeah, there is. For instance, I hate "Do Wah Diddy Diddy" by Manfred Mann. That song is just AWFUL. And while I like a few songs by them, and even odder a lot of bands I like are fans of them, I have never gotten the appeal of the Beach Boys. I hate "California Girls". I don't want to be no California girl. Fuck you, Beach Boys. "Leader of the Pack" by the Shangra-Las is another one. And that old song that Pearl Jam later covered, the "oh where oh where can my baby be the lord took her away from"....UGH.
And I grew up listening to a lot of doo-wop era music and while I still do enjoy some of it, now I listen to it and want to stab my eardrums.
Maybe I should go fuck myself.
I realized I forgot to talk about that reunion thing I went to last Sunday. Well, the previous Sunday, I guess. Turns out this is the last year for it. Kind of disappointing, since I do like going to it. I just hate that it is always the same weekend as Apple Fest, so I always end up going feeling fat and bloated. I tend to eat a lot at the reunion, mostly desserts. For an Italian thing, you'd think they would serve Italian food, but no. The food isn't bad, but it's not anything I would normally eat, except for the vegetables, since I am one of those weirdos who actually enjoys steamed broccoli and cauliflower. But the desserts. Mother of God, they are good. But back to the reunion itself. It's kind of boring, but hey, it's a night out. And I do actually get up and dance. My grandfather's boss asked me to slow dance with him. It was awkward as hell. I am a horrible slow dancer. And then there is just the whole I am socially awkward in general.
And apparently the night was just so exciting for my brother-in-law. He spent the entire night playing on his phone. And not discreetly either. He leaned on the table and held it high up. My grandmother was really pissed. So was I. I thought it was incredibly rude. And my sister doesn't even say anything. He does it ALL THE TIME. At holidays, family parties, birthdays, restaurant outings, etc. It astonishes me that he has such bad manners. One of these days I'd like to grab his phone and throw it against the wall. I am a horrible nasty person, but if there is one thing I have no patience for, besides everything, it is bad manners. And I have no patience for his rudeness. Because by him doing that, it is telling us that he bored and does not want to be around.
And normally I am the youngest one there, but this year there was a young girl maybe 8 or so there. Dressed entirely too grown up for her age and she looked like she was wearing her mother's high heels. And one point I see her go up to the DJ and a few minutes later, that fucking "Cotton Eye Joe" song starts playing and she is the only one doing the stupid dance to it and everyone is clapping and cheering her on. I just rolled my eyes. Why do people find everything kids do just so adorable? And I just hate that song with the passion of a million fiery suns. My mother's friend's grandchildren are all obsessed with it as well. I don't understand why so many kids are so obsessed with it. It's old, for one. I think I was in middle school when it first came out. And it sucks eggs. This song and the "Macarena" (another one kids are still obsessed with) both need to go die in a fire.
I like to condemn music a lot, but one time I was reading something about bad music and someone mentioned that there is bad music in every decade. And I thought about it for a little bit and then said, you know what this person is absolutely right. Thinking back to older generation music, a lot of songs I grew up listening to, yeah, there is. For instance, I hate "Do Wah Diddy Diddy" by Manfred Mann. That song is just AWFUL. And while I like a few songs by them, and even odder a lot of bands I like are fans of them, I have never gotten the appeal of the Beach Boys. I hate "California Girls". I don't want to be no California girl. Fuck you, Beach Boys. "Leader of the Pack" by the Shangra-Las is another one. And that old song that Pearl Jam later covered, the "oh where oh where can my baby be the lord took her away from"....UGH.
And I grew up listening to a lot of doo-wop era music and while I still do enjoy some of it, now I listen to it and want to stab my eardrums.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Random Thoughts
I'm still in awe that Obama won. And you know what the funny thing is? When the opponent gives the concession speech, I always feel a little bad for them. I don't know why. I shouldn't. I do not care for Romney, and especially not for Ryan. God, that guy gives me the creeps. I felt bad in 2008 when McCain gave his speech as well. I think I might have mentioned it before.
Mom was funny on Tuesday night. She was so excited Obama won.
I stayed up and watched the speech even though I was exhausted and there was one point where they showed this young black kid, maybe 10 years old or so, and the look on his face. He had this look of absolute hope, like if this man in front of me can do it, I can do it too. It warmed my heart. The look on his face made me want to cry more than the president's speech.
I went shopping with my mother and my sister because she wanted to get a new maternity top and since the maternity section is right next to children's, she had to use the fitting room in that section. And while I was waiting, I happened to look over at these bras for little girls. And I was like if those are padded, I am going to scream. And sure enough, they were. It made me want to throw up. Can someone please explain to me why a young girl needs to wear a padded bra? And look, I had a time in my life where I couldn't wait to grow up, but as a grown up now, it fucking sucks. Life can really suck as an adult. Enjoy being a kid as much as you can.
My sister contacted a former coworker, who I had worked for as a babysitter, about me maybe going to Planned Parenthood to have a check-up for why I keep bleeding in between periods (what? I felt really weird contacting her myself). But she said the same thing my sister said- they probably would put me on birth control. I don't want to go on birth control because 1) duh, possible weight gain and 2) I don't want to fuck with my hormones, although it appears something isn't right with them anyway. But since the fear of Addison's disease appeared in my life, I don't like the endocrine system. I don't want to mess with it. Every time I see those commercials on TV for drugs for low testosterone or menopause, or this thyroid drug in one of the catalogs we receive, I want to scream. Don't mess with your endocrine system! Don't mess with it because you are not horny or can't get a fucking boner. Don't mess with it unless it's life threatening.
Besides, I am not sexually active. If I were, then yes, I would probably be on some type of birth control. And sexual pardner would have some kind of protection as well. No condoms, no sex. I do not want any unneeded pregnancies or STDs. Particularly the former.
Mom was funny on Tuesday night. She was so excited Obama won.
I stayed up and watched the speech even though I was exhausted and there was one point where they showed this young black kid, maybe 10 years old or so, and the look on his face. He had this look of absolute hope, like if this man in front of me can do it, I can do it too. It warmed my heart. The look on his face made me want to cry more than the president's speech.
I went shopping with my mother and my sister because she wanted to get a new maternity top and since the maternity section is right next to children's, she had to use the fitting room in that section. And while I was waiting, I happened to look over at these bras for little girls. And I was like if those are padded, I am going to scream. And sure enough, they were. It made me want to throw up. Can someone please explain to me why a young girl needs to wear a padded bra? And look, I had a time in my life where I couldn't wait to grow up, but as a grown up now, it fucking sucks. Life can really suck as an adult. Enjoy being a kid as much as you can.
My sister contacted a former coworker, who I had worked for as a babysitter, about me maybe going to Planned Parenthood to have a check-up for why I keep bleeding in between periods (what? I felt really weird contacting her myself). But she said the same thing my sister said- they probably would put me on birth control. I don't want to go on birth control because 1) duh, possible weight gain and 2) I don't want to fuck with my hormones, although it appears something isn't right with them anyway. But since the fear of Addison's disease appeared in my life, I don't like the endocrine system. I don't want to mess with it. Every time I see those commercials on TV for drugs for low testosterone or menopause, or this thyroid drug in one of the catalogs we receive, I want to scream. Don't mess with your endocrine system! Don't mess with it because you are not horny or can't get a fucking boner. Don't mess with it unless it's life threatening.
Besides, I am not sexually active. If I were, then yes, I would probably be on some type of birth control. And sexual pardner would have some kind of protection as well. No condoms, no sex. I do not want any unneeded pregnancies or STDs. Particularly the former.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
The WTF Of The Day
17 People Talking About Assassinating The President
Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me? No. NO. This goes for both political parties. These people, the people who wished death on Romney.....you all should be ashamed of yourselves.
Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me? No. NO. This goes for both political parties. These people, the people who wished death on Romney.....you all should be ashamed of yourselves.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Election Day Y'all!
Did everyone vote? I did. Cast my ballot a little before 3:00PM.
7:48PM: I know it's election night, but why could Fox not play the Simpsons and then cover the election? Gosh!
8:15PM: Completely off topic, but....sounds like someone is on the rag again:
Louis Tomlinson: People who say I'm in a gay relationship with Harry Styles aren't real One Direction fans
Look, I don't fault him for his frustration at the fans who have said nasty things towards his "girlfriend" and family, but he really doesn't know how to SHUT THE FUCK UP, does he? Listen, Louis, I have some advice for you- don't piss off your fans. In addition to that fat British asshole who created the group, your fans made you, and they can easily break you. And this is exactly what you are going to do by saying this. And don't say that you don't care, because I would like to hear you say that in a couple years (is that too generous?) when your popularity has bottomed out and you're fucking dirt poor. You're not the first, and you will not be the last, celebrity to get this harassment. If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen. Plus, with the way kids are today, I wouldn't put it past any of them to get pissed off enough to actually resort to violence.
He should take lessons from Harry. That boy never creates trouble. Because he is a flawless little prince (it must have something to do with being born on February 1st). And look at him in that article picture. Gorgeous, but he has a punchable face. He has the kind of face I want to punch, and then make out with. Or maybe make out with and then punch. Or punch, make out, and then punch again. And his ass! Mother of God, that boy has one ass on him. I saw a picture of him in a *drools* wetsuit and he was standing from the side and his ass was like WHOA. I think I stared at the picture for 10 minutes trying to fathom how a boy could have such an ample rear on him. He also looks like he is expecting in that picture, which I thought was funny because he normally looks pretty thin in clothes. And look at it in the second picture here. Wow. DAT ASS. Not average indeed. That ass is SCREAMING for a spanking. But I am getting off topic here. Besides, not everyone thinks he is in a relationship with Harry. I just think he is gay. Methinks the lady doth protest too much. He's like a real life Wally Terzinsky. And you know what? If he really is gay and is having a fake relationship*, then he should be ashamed of himself. And his girlfriend should be ashamed of herself for feeding into the lies.
*basing this on the assumption that he is not NOT okay with his sexuality. If he is not, then that is a whole other story, because no one should be forced out of the closet if they are not ready.
Dear Lord, I hope my favorite ONTD Louis-hating member roguedandelion responds to the article. His (yes, I finally confirmed it is male) hatred of Louis is golden.
8:40PM: Michigan Man Dies At Polls, Comes Back To Life To Vote
The hell?
10:00PM: Having a dumb moment here. Did Obama take Jersey or it hasn't been confirmed?
10:21PM: These electoral maps are giving me a headache. And I can't help but wonder- who did my king vote for? Did he vote? Andrew? ANDREW! Did you vote?!
10:26PM: A screenshot of a retweet from Andrew's daddy. And another. Same tweet, different comment. Sounds like Andrew may come from a fairly liberal family. His attitude towards things puts me in the mind of someone is pretty liberal, although I have had plenty of wrong impressions of people before. He's said before his parents were hippies, and I have never seen a conservative hippy, so....oh well. Just another thing to add to his list of awesomeness. His old man seems pretty cool. Guess Andrew had to get it from somewhere. And his dad is so proud of him. It makes me laugh, in a good way. I'd be pretty damn proud if he was my son, too.
10:34PM: ALL OF THE BLUE IN THE NORTHEAST. IT'S SO GLORIOUS! *sobs*
11:01PM: Huffpo has Obama at 244 electoral votes.
11:18PM: My mother just ran into the room screaming "HE WON! HE WON!", hugged me, and then she burst into tears.
7:48PM: I know it's election night, but why could Fox not play the Simpsons and then cover the election? Gosh!
8:15PM: Completely off topic, but....sounds like someone is on the rag again:
Louis Tomlinson: People who say I'm in a gay relationship with Harry Styles aren't real One Direction fans
Look, I don't fault him for his frustration at the fans who have said nasty things towards his "girlfriend" and family, but he really doesn't know how to SHUT THE FUCK UP, does he? Listen, Louis, I have some advice for you- don't piss off your fans. In addition to that fat British asshole who created the group, your fans made you, and they can easily break you. And this is exactly what you are going to do by saying this. And don't say that you don't care, because I would like to hear you say that in a couple years (is that too generous?) when your popularity has bottomed out and you're fucking dirt poor. You're not the first, and you will not be the last, celebrity to get this harassment. If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen. Plus, with the way kids are today, I wouldn't put it past any of them to get pissed off enough to actually resort to violence.
He should take lessons from Harry. That boy never creates trouble. Because he is a flawless little prince (it must have something to do with being born on February 1st). And look at him in that article picture. Gorgeous, but he has a punchable face. He has the kind of face I want to punch, and then make out with. Or maybe make out with and then punch. Or punch, make out, and then punch again. And his ass! Mother of God, that boy has one ass on him. I saw a picture of him in a *drools* wetsuit and he was standing from the side and his ass was like WHOA. I think I stared at the picture for 10 minutes trying to fathom how a boy could have such an ample rear on him. He also looks like he is expecting in that picture, which I thought was funny because he normally looks pretty thin in clothes. And look at it in the second picture here. Wow. DAT ASS. Not average indeed. That ass is SCREAMING for a spanking. But I am getting off topic here. Besides, not everyone thinks he is in a relationship with Harry. I just think he is gay. Methinks the lady doth protest too much. He's like a real life Wally Terzinsky. And you know what? If he really is gay and is having a fake relationship*, then he should be ashamed of himself. And his girlfriend should be ashamed of herself for feeding into the lies.
*basing this on the assumption that he is not NOT okay with his sexuality. If he is not, then that is a whole other story, because no one should be forced out of the closet if they are not ready.
Dear Lord, I hope my favorite ONTD Louis-hating member roguedandelion responds to the article. His (yes, I finally confirmed it is male) hatred of Louis is golden.
8:40PM: Michigan Man Dies At Polls, Comes Back To Life To Vote
The hell?
10:00PM: Having a dumb moment here. Did Obama take Jersey or it hasn't been confirmed?
10:21PM: These electoral maps are giving me a headache. And I can't help but wonder- who did my king vote for? Did he vote? Andrew? ANDREW! Did you vote?!
10:26PM: A screenshot of a retweet from Andrew's daddy. And another. Same tweet, different comment. Sounds like Andrew may come from a fairly liberal family. His attitude towards things puts me in the mind of someone is pretty liberal, although I have had plenty of wrong impressions of people before. He's said before his parents were hippies, and I have never seen a conservative hippy, so....oh well. Just another thing to add to his list of awesomeness. His old man seems pretty cool. Guess Andrew had to get it from somewhere. And his dad is so proud of him. It makes me laugh, in a good way. I'd be pretty damn proud if he was my son, too.
10:34PM: ALL OF THE BLUE IN THE NORTHEAST. IT'S SO GLORIOUS! *sobs*
11:01PM: Huffpo has Obama at 244 electoral votes.
11:18PM: My mother just ran into the room screaming "HE WON! HE WON!", hugged me, and then she burst into tears.
Monday, November 5, 2012
The Bitch, Please Of The Day
I just saw some commercial for the second time pushing for the repeal of Obamacare. Some lady who claims to be Canadian and had some horrible brain disease says she came to America to have life-saving surgery because if she had stayed in Canada, she would have died. But enlighten me, Shona- what did your medical bills look like after this life-saving surgery? I noticed that was not mentioned in the commercial. And I doubt it was done for free.
I am tired of hearing about healthcare. Obamacare has its flaws, but something needs to be done about the current healthcare state. I like when people complain that once it goes into effect, their employers will get rid of their healthcare plan. I don't know what planet these people live on. What makes you think they wouldn't do that now? What makes you think that whoever is in charge of company healthcare won't wake up one morning and decide, hm, I think I need to get my employees a different healthcare plan this one is costing me too much money? Oh. It can. Look at what happened at my old job. They lay off a bunch of people and decide to get a more expensive (but just as shitty) healthcare plan. My COBRA rates went through the roof.
I am also beyond tired of oh when you are uninsured taxpayers foot the bill. Yeah. For a select few. If I had a heart attack within the next 5 minutes and was rushed to the hospital, I would be the only one footing my bill. I have a cousin who is poor as shit, had a heart issue and was hospitalized, and is paying the bill. Not taxpayers. Her. Oh but I am sure her loser ass daughter who got knocked up with another loser had all her bills paid for by the taxpayers.
All this healthcare talk reminds me of a temp assignment I had a couple summers ago when I argued with the boss that healthcare companies can still deny things for preexisting conditions. He said no they cannot. If he remembered who I was, I would find the letter from my previous insurer denying my gastroenterologist visit due to preexisting conditions. Conditions that did not even have a confirmed diagnosis. I would find the letter, copy it, attach a note with "cannot deny due to preexisting conditions?" and then attach a photo of the O RLY owl at the bottom.
I am tired of hearing about healthcare. Obamacare has its flaws, but something needs to be done about the current healthcare state. I like when people complain that once it goes into effect, their employers will get rid of their healthcare plan. I don't know what planet these people live on. What makes you think they wouldn't do that now? What makes you think that whoever is in charge of company healthcare won't wake up one morning and decide, hm, I think I need to get my employees a different healthcare plan this one is costing me too much money? Oh. It can. Look at what happened at my old job. They lay off a bunch of people and decide to get a more expensive (but just as shitty) healthcare plan. My COBRA rates went through the roof.
I am also beyond tired of oh when you are uninsured taxpayers foot the bill. Yeah. For a select few. If I had a heart attack within the next 5 minutes and was rushed to the hospital, I would be the only one footing my bill. I have a cousin who is poor as shit, had a heart issue and was hospitalized, and is paying the bill. Not taxpayers. Her. Oh but I am sure her loser ass daughter who got knocked up with another loser had all her bills paid for by the taxpayers.
All this healthcare talk reminds me of a temp assignment I had a couple summers ago when I argued with the boss that healthcare companies can still deny things for preexisting conditions. He said no they cannot. If he remembered who I was, I would find the letter from my previous insurer denying my gastroenterologist visit due to preexisting conditions. Conditions that did not even have a confirmed diagnosis. I would find the letter, copy it, attach a note with "cannot deny due to preexisting conditions?" and then attach a photo of the O RLY owl at the bottom.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Random Thoughts
Wow, I cannot believe it will already be one week since Sandy hit. I spent all last weekend with my stomach in knots over that bitch hitting. And I hate when my family is like, see, you got yourself all worked up for nothing. I am well aware of that. But it is not going to stop me from worrying.
It was a long ass day today. Nice, but long. It was Apple Festival up at Peddler's Village, and as you know by now, I always go to that. It was a nice chilly day for once. A little too windy, but whatever. It still ended up being a nice day. I am just hurting from all of the walking, since I didn't exactly wear the best of shoes. And I am also hurting internally from all of the bad food. Going to Friday's for dinner didn't help. That was an adventure in itself. First, the waitress spilled our drinks all over the table and floor. My order got screwed up. How you screw up a bacon cheeseburger is beyond me, especially when the waitress had the order written down correctly. The manager ended up deducting our drinks and then giving us 40% off of the bill. I felt bad for the waitress. I would have cried if that happened to me. And then died of embarrassment. She still ended up getting a 20% tip on the original cost of the bill, though.
All of this Christmas stuff in stores is depressing me big time. Everywhere I go, it's out. Music Choice is playing Christmas music already on the Sounds of the Season station. I am not looking forward to the holidays. Or my birthday. God help me next year when I turn 30. And go figure- I am complaining about Christmas while listening to "What Child Is This?" by the Moody Blues.
Sunday is that Italian shin-ding that I have been going to for the past 2 years. I am honestly not really looking forward to it. My stomach is not in the mood for another day of bad eating. Bad eating Saturday, we went to Cracker Barrel on Wednesday, now this. Ugh.
There is something I have been expecting to eventually happen in the future and recently I started to feel that I would be okay with it if it happens. But I saw something last night that made me realize that I still would not be okay. It would still hurt pretty bad. And it is disappointing to realize that. And disappointing that I would let it bother me. It's my fault for having low self-esteem. And also for putting people too high up on a pedestal. I wish I would stop doing that, especially since I am so quick to knock them off.
It was a long ass day today. Nice, but long. It was Apple Festival up at Peddler's Village, and as you know by now, I always go to that. It was a nice chilly day for once. A little too windy, but whatever. It still ended up being a nice day. I am just hurting from all of the walking, since I didn't exactly wear the best of shoes. And I am also hurting internally from all of the bad food. Going to Friday's for dinner didn't help. That was an adventure in itself. First, the waitress spilled our drinks all over the table and floor. My order got screwed up. How you screw up a bacon cheeseburger is beyond me, especially when the waitress had the order written down correctly. The manager ended up deducting our drinks and then giving us 40% off of the bill. I felt bad for the waitress. I would have cried if that happened to me. And then died of embarrassment. She still ended up getting a 20% tip on the original cost of the bill, though.
All of this Christmas stuff in stores is depressing me big time. Everywhere I go, it's out. Music Choice is playing Christmas music already on the Sounds of the Season station. I am not looking forward to the holidays. Or my birthday. God help me next year when I turn 30. And go figure- I am complaining about Christmas while listening to "What Child Is This?" by the Moody Blues.
Sunday is that Italian shin-ding that I have been going to for the past 2 years. I am honestly not really looking forward to it. My stomach is not in the mood for another day of bad eating. Bad eating Saturday, we went to Cracker Barrel on Wednesday, now this. Ugh.
There is something I have been expecting to eventually happen in the future and recently I started to feel that I would be okay with it if it happens. But I saw something last night that made me realize that I still would not be okay. It would still hurt pretty bad. And it is disappointing to realize that. And disappointing that I would let it bother me. It's my fault for having low self-esteem. And also for putting people too high up on a pedestal. I wish I would stop doing that, especially since I am so quick to knock them off.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
The Awesome Of The Day
The Bitch, Please Of The Day
Marissa Jaret Winokur Weight Loss: Actress Shows Off New Slim Figure (PHOTOS)
There is a video somewhere on AOL where she says she is a size 2. Hahahahahaha! Hilarious!
No fucking way is she a size 2. I've seen plenty of pictures of models who are a size 4 and they are a hell of a lot skinnier than she is. Hell, I think I am skinnier than her. And I am no size 2. I am not even a 4. Although I did buy my first pair of size 6 jeans the other day. But they run big, so it's not really anything to brag about. But that's not the point here. The point is, people need to stop lying about their damn size. Everyone is all love your body blah blah blah while standing there at about 150 pounds and saying they are a size 4. No.
And for no reason at all, I am going to rant about past comments my brother-on-law has made of MGMT. Namely, Andrew's clothing. Why he feels the need to make smart remarks about how Andrew dresses while completely ignoring his musical talent, I don't know, but it pisses me the hell off. I mean, obviously any criticism of MGMT, even minor, is not going to bode well with me. Talking smack about them in front of me is about as dangerous as talking smack of One Direction in front of an insane Directioner. But too much focus on aesthetics is what is wrong with music today. And I'd think someone who is a little bit of a musician and is nothing to look at himself would realize that. But yes, let's focus on Andrew's black jacket with white polka dots while completely ignoring that the man is incredibly talented.
There is a video somewhere on AOL where she says she is a size 2. Hahahahahaha! Hilarious!
No fucking way is she a size 2. I've seen plenty of pictures of models who are a size 4 and they are a hell of a lot skinnier than she is. Hell, I think I am skinnier than her. And I am no size 2. I am not even a 4. Although I did buy my first pair of size 6 jeans the other day. But they run big, so it's not really anything to brag about. But that's not the point here. The point is, people need to stop lying about their damn size. Everyone is all love your body blah blah blah while standing there at about 150 pounds and saying they are a size 4. No.
And for no reason at all, I am going to rant about past comments my brother-on-law has made of MGMT. Namely, Andrew's clothing. Why he feels the need to make smart remarks about how Andrew dresses while completely ignoring his musical talent, I don't know, but it pisses me the hell off. I mean, obviously any criticism of MGMT, even minor, is not going to bode well with me. Talking smack about them in front of me is about as dangerous as talking smack of One Direction in front of an insane Directioner. But too much focus on aesthetics is what is wrong with music today. And I'd think someone who is a little bit of a musician and is nothing to look at himself would realize that. But yes, let's focus on Andrew's black jacket with white polka dots while completely ignoring that the man is incredibly talented.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
