things like social status

So I have this super secret secret squirrel secret. I love watching T.V. I'll literally watch anything. I loved the teevz when I was a kid, omgeeeeeeee peewee hermz was my jam. as well as other misc. cartoons and POWER RANGERS duh.

It's just one of those things that going to a private liberal art school and being somewhat well read (not really) and kinda smart (really not really), means that I should be one of those peeps that's all like:

"what is a tea bee? Do you mean have I gotten my T.B. test done? Why yes! As a matter of fact yes I have."

NO, I kinda like T.V. And you know what? It's O.K.

I think it's:
O
K
[insert teeeeevz]


I was thinking since this was a Sunday,I was going to write a shawty post but I've decided NOT to restrict myself. I'm just going to write in this till I'm good and done and or can't think of anything else to write. Which shouldn't be hard:
1. because I'm lazy
2. because I'm inconsistent
3. because as I've mentioned....I lost my train of thought.

[insert: TRAINS of thought]


Oh hello Anthony Bourdain! Why sure I would love to watch your show, while I flip through other channels!
-Why sure! I wouldn't mind to eat pigeon in Cairo either Tony!
-rice, paste, beans, lentils, chickpeas and fried onion? sure? ok! oh they are all in one dish? Might as well!
-Goat brains, guts, bile, eye and everything else? Maaaaaaaaaybe.
-Anything pork? oh hellllllllllllll to the yes

I was looking up recipes last night. I was looking up recipes for pupusas, and I think I'm going to attempt to tame the beast! I'll never be one of those people that are super into food and or call themselves "foodies"
1. because I'll never be that lame "foodies?" srsly?
2. I not sure if I have the dedicate
3. Or perhaps the means, I mean cooking good food is kinda expensive. amIright?

Why would anyone want a Big Mac™ taco? I mean I like Big Mac's™ and I like taco's but those are two great tastes that probably do not go well together.

What I've always loved about food and cooking is the history that comes from food. People and cultures have been making the same dishes for hundreds/thousands of years yet each individual can have such a personal experience with food. There is a certain personal and larger cultural ownership that comes with making and eating food.

Like with me and pupusas. I have sucha large sense of Salvadorean pride when it comes to the food that I've grown up with and specifically with pupusas because that is a dish that was invented in El Salvador and it's delicious as all get out. Learning how to make it would give me a sense of accomplishment plus, psssh I don't always have to buy them if i want to eat it.

[insert: I wanna be this lady]


I guess that's what neat or dumb about American food. The U.S. is so new and the food comes from so many different backgrounds that "American" food is so hard to categorize. Being new there is also room and a place to grow.

James McAvoy as Mr. Tumnus is super hot. only me?

I doubt it.........?

i care about material

I had to go into work today for training. Oh baby it's training training.

I'm super hungry but I guess non-stop Degrassi will have to suffice.

;(


I don't like this video or the song that much:




I really like this video and this song:




duh.

Welcome to my weekend

to seem like

It was so stuffy today at work it felt like a horribly balmy May when the weather is still not yet hot and still wet so it creates a mugginess that hangs in the and kinda makes everything smell a lil bit. kna'what I mean?
[insert: what the fuck? This was the first thing I got when I google image searched "mugginess"]

Well I guess I didn't know what I was expecting. Maybe an image of a swamp? Those are muggy right?

[insert: probs more approps picture]


I did end up writing some more. A scene between two lady charactahz.

[insert: LADY]


They don't really chit-chat, well they kinda do, or something. They also talk about "stuff" that deals with "plot" and "important themes." Whatever, they are bitches.

Other than that, I got my pictures taken. And made friends with a fOtOgrapher. Well hopefully made friends with, he seemed interesting. In that NOT creepy way.

I JUST BITE MY LIP, FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. ouch.

guess game: did that really happen or did I just write it. The world will never know or care.

I was thinkin' last night, while I was having trouble sleeping; what would bizarro world me be like? I think he'd still be a hOmOsexual, because I'm pretty sure bizarro world rules don't go down to the genetic level? Because bizarro people aren't of the opposite gender of their real world counterpart So I don't think he'd be white either. Right?



Right.

I don't need to

I was thinking about...thinking, which is my stock answer when I don't have anything to write about. Or at least when my brain is too tired from work to think about things.

I diiiid think about some interesting character traits or questions/scenarios for my play thing/whatever I'm working on. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that medical stuff and social factors of medical stuff is inspiring to what I'm writing about. It's all about human nature when we are at our weakest/most vulnerable.

There is nothing on T.V. I almost thought of putting on Hannah Montana but I couldn't bring myself to turn to that channel. So I but on "Grey's Anatomy" instead?

Ugh, I dunno what is wrong with me.

I just want all these little people on the teevz to shut up. OH WAIT I HAVE THE REMOTE. Me i'm too much a product of the white noise society to ever turn off a t.v. unless I'm going to start listening to something else that I Don't have to pay attention.

I'm not horrible if I know what I'm doing is stupid right? Yeah, NVMD. Oh heh you are dead in the newer seasons.

[insert DEAD/lucky it's also medical]


You know what I've wanted to see blog?

TWISTER
I'm not going to insert anything because it's FUCKING TWISTER YA'LL. I don't want it to skip that house and that house and come directly to mine. Whatever Hely Huntz you ain't that spesh.

I rewatched Sara Ramirez doing a madlibs version of "The Man I love" and I laughed. Oh, how I laughed.

ok done n' done n' done n' done

you don't have to worry

I woke up so needlessly early this morning that I wanted to stab everything everywhere all the time. But I didn't! Because I'm NOT a murderous psychopath! So that's something to be thankful for.

You know what else is something to be thankful for? fuckin' FUN DIP. Oh, hell to yes.
[insert the stick is actually the grossest part of fun dip, never eat it, never ever ever even THINK about eating it because you'll immediately regret it; I know I did]


It was a long day at work, but I did get fun dip so it's all good.

And that's it.

hi/lo resolution

I'm going to make a resolution (even though I have never done a resolution, because white people do those and in the eternal wisdom that is my mother "you don't want to be like white people do you?"), I'm going to attempt and possibly (re:probably) fail to write in this thing every day. My excuse that is that maybe by writing something inane everyday perhaps it'll inspire me to right something inane and hopefully entertaining IRL (that's in real life to you, yes I'm looking at you old man Hidgins). So yea. boo-ya.

[insert what I got when I google imaged "old man hidgins (NO I WASN'T MISSPELLING HUDGENS K THNX)]


This goes along with my attempt to exercise (please I can barely spell exercise (w/o spell check)), as well as my attempt to work on my budget, and eat better. HAHAHA psych!

So yeah, this blog will get even more dumb as the year goes along! get ready!

Oh, I also had a dream last night that I got my lighthouse tattoo (that I'm currently saving up to get, suck it budget!), instead of just the outward face of the lighthouse it was a cross-section of a lighthouse and it looked cool in my dream so maybe when I talk to an artist we'll play around with that.

[insert image that I really liked but it might look too much like a dong]



so there.

ANTI-psychotic

Well here I am again in the verge of shame disgust and arousal (a state that I'm beginning to find myself over and over again).

DS7 and I bought two armchairs, and by DS7 and I mean only DS7. He's got the cashmoneymillionaires. No he doesn't.

I finished my room and it looks very nice and messy which was the aesthetic I was going for and our living room is feeling very homey and comfortable. All I need to do now, is everything:
Shelves
Frames
Bed
Dresser
Everything everywhere in the entire world.

I also need glasses and go to the doctor and go to the dentist and things and things and stuff and spending and spending ugh everything is stupid.

I don't go to work until noon tomorrow, which is the only reason I'm awake.

This is the first post of the new year I spent the first three days of the new year going to sleep at horrible times. So eaaaaarly in da moh'nin'

I've also met a fOtOgrapher and "i'ma get my pitcher takin'" So that'll be weird and something that I've kinda always wanted to do since I'm kiiiiiiiiiiiinda narcissistic (don't tell anyone what am I thinkin' no one reads this!) but also something that I've never thought I'd have the b-a-l-l-z to do it. So I'm kinda nervous/excited/aroused/shamed (see how I worked it with what I wrote on top?) writing!

I've also been trying to write the play, but this damn writers block is cock blocking my writins'.
Well, I'll take my time I'll put it back I'll touch myself till I'm on track.
(masturbation reference to writing and music)

LADY GAGA, who, bee tea dubz, yours truly is going to see in about 2.5 weeeeeeeeeeks

SUCK IT.