Restless Again ~ Aug 17, 05:15 PM

So when did Sarah Michelle Gellar become the new horror queen? I thought she distanced herself from Buffy for opportunities to take new and more serious roles, and every time I turn on my TV I find a new horror movie she’s done. Not that I’m complaining or dissing either her talents or horror movies, it just seemed like she was the only one of the Buffy cast unwilling to look back. I kind of got the impression that she thought she was better than that. Apparently she isn’t and doesn’t, because this is a huge pile of crap I’m watching now. (She is still hot, and I think she’s talented).
Sorry if I sound bitter, but I am. Can’t believe Joss is using Eliza Dushku in his new show Dollhouse. Faith was very hit or miss to me. Oh lord, this is ridiculous. This is how restless I am, I’m blogging about SMG.
I could blog about NPH, or Neil Patrick Harris for those who haven’t seen the Harold and Kumar movies. I have now seen them, and I apologize thoroughly to all of the pot-heads I’ve made fun of for liking them. They were really smart at times, and did really speak to a different stoner thus making them more accessible I think to a lot of people I know. There were still crude toilet jokes, but anymore it’s hard to find a comedy that doesn’t rely a minimum of 25% of it’s laughs on shit jokes.

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Packing is coming along quiet well. I think with my weeknight free this week I should be able to get everything done by Saturday morning. That’s the reason I’m watching all these craptacular films, It’s way too difficult to read while packing. As for just listening to music, I find that allows me too much time in my head, which isn’t helpful right now.

I think once I’ve moved and get back into a routine my blogging will really equalize. Part of me is looking forward to being out of the city because I think the distractions might be fewer and farther between. Then I recall that for the last 6 months (post slizzard I think) I only go out when I want to, and have been doing it with little frequency or regularity.
Gave Neighbor Jenny a tutu earlier today, so she came over wearing it. I then proceeded to dress her up with accessories. She gave me permission to post the results here:

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delightful.

So my friend James was considering coming to Chicago with me. If you recall, I was going to visit friends, who ended up getting an oppurtunity to move to North Carolina, and had to leave before my scheduled trip. I opted not to cancel my trip because I love traveling of any kind. Well James is in Cleveland which isn’t far off from Chicago, so the idea was thrown around. That was until he decided last week that he was moving to North Carolina this weekend. Yeah, I know, I need to stop asking people to see me in Chicago. It apparently causes some odd desire to move south.
though Sara and I also spent a bit of time this weekend looking at apartments and houses in Wilmington, North Carolina. Just in case I get accepted to their grad program.

Brunch at Carmen’s yesterday. Brunch at Farmicia today with Sara. I love me some brunching.

Okay back to the pretend packing that I’ve been doing all weekend. It’s a studio apartment for Christ’s sake. If I showed the least bit of fucking hustle, I’d have been done in four hours.

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refining and redefining ~ May 10, 07:29 PM

That’s right, my lame ass is sitting at home on Saturday night studying. I’ve got a lot going on, and a crossroads that seems to be always just a few blocks past wherever I am standing in every direction.
So I’m brain dead from analogies and antonyms and triangles and what have you.
Spent the day taking study breaks to catch up with people via phone and work on stuff I’ve been putting off. Neighbor Jenny dropped by and tasted my bay scallops. We started talking about what I’ve been doing with the internet dating, this after a conversation with my sister about the same thing. It comes out in both that I should not be dating. At least not in this awful creepy business interview style.
People met before the internet, and I’m not saying I’ll never do the internet thing again, but it’s just not for me right now.
It’s soulless to be judged by people based upon two shitty paragraphs and a photo. I’ve never been the girl who just wants to be with someone for the sake of it, and that’s what internet dating feels like, it feels like a quiet desperation.
When I meet the next person I want to spend some quality time with, hopefully I’ll be smart enough to know it. And then the rest can go from there.
It’s time to get back to being as self-involved as I know I can be.

But do not fret I still plan on giving as many dating tips as possible for those of you out there that live for my dating etiquette.

Dating Tip #42 * — Listing sports teams underneath your hobbies does not make that a hobby. Watching other people do shit is not a fucking hobby! Playing sports is a hobby. Coaching sports is a hobby. Sitting on your couch and watching other people do things that you wish you could do doesn’t count as anything other than an effective way to kill time.
I watch Top Chef on Bravo. I do not list Culinary Arts underneath my hobbies since I know that I eat 4-10 PB&J sandwiches a week to avoid cooking at all costs.

*numbers on site do not accurately reflect actual numbers or, really, anything on this plane of existence or any other we can think of. thank you – mgmt.

So it’s that time of year where my entire apartment is covered in long black cat hair. Tallulah has this problem though of getting dreadlocks near her ass because of all the fur falling out faster than I can brush and she can groom. Okay, well in the interest of full discloser, she is a massive cat, and hasn’t been able to lick that far back in years. But these dreadlocks hurt her and maker her even crankier, so she’s has been lucky enough to get the first of many hair cuts. Unfortunately she’s got some bald spots now.

It’ll be fine, she should achieve self-worth from her actions now instead of her looks.
Yeah, she still hates me.

So tonight, now that I’ve finished the studying for the night, I am reviewing old blog posts, old poetry, and shopping for a new digital camera. wew me!

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