random side notes - chapter twenty nine

in going back to my old school ways - and i'm not just talking about my laziness taking over the ability to use proper capitalization, which also happens in my handwriting, just in case you wanted to know what the hell that's all about - i present to you another installment of weird shit i think about when i start whacking away at the keyboard!  music, texting, typing, drinking diet dr. pepper, hanging out with mr. bubbas and stuart copeland while derek takes a nap.  sounds like a good evening.

it seems to me that i'm very opinionated today.  a comment here, a tirade there, and all is right with the whapping noise in my head.  if you know me, no further elaboration should be necessary here.

since giving myself the edict that i will write more, i've amazingly begun to write more.  it might be due to the fact that i've made my self-imposed declaration public as of late.  kinda like when you tell your friends to slap that cookie outta your hand because your pants aren't fitting quite right.  i hate buying new pants, therefore i write something every single day lately.  do grocery lists count?

on with the show!  ep auditions are coming up and it's pretty exciting.  can't wait to see what kind of crazy shit the kids come up with this year.  the scripts range from bizarre to sweet, with a little of everything in between.  way less death than usual, oddly enough.

why do i have so many fucking apps on my stuff?  do i even know what everything does?  i think i should go on an app tour on my own electronic devices.  it's time for some virtual spring cleaning up in this joint.  what the heck is urbanspoon anyway?  if i wanna eat, i go eat.  that's not so hard.  it's just food and i like just about all kinds of food.  who needs a spoon going around trying to tell them how to live their lives?  i thought the spoon took off with a fork or something.  i'm so not gonna get involved in some freaky utensil love affair.  marriage equality for kitchen goods, i say!

and that was prolly a big signal that i should supplement my caffeine with food. 

anyone else ever accidentally buy a cd again because you thought you had lost it, only to figure out that it's totally in your hard drive already?  yeah, that was me this week.  damn pink martini just had me all up in a tizzy from giving such a kick ass show.  i shoulda listened to veronica when i had the chance to put away my wallet.  well, pee, as i might say.  what a great cuss word.  pee.

so now that i've opened my giant mouth to sing in public, i'm into trying more things that scare the crap outta me.  once you've been in the pool, your toes just need another dip.  i certainly hope that this is turning out to be my healthy way of living with unpredictability.  can you get an adrenaline rush simply from having the balls to be yourself in front of people?  yikes, that's a scary thought just in itself.  one i'll most likely be asking about and throwing around in my noggin for days.

is that chinese food i smell amongst my leftovers?  woot!  this year's secular lent has been kinda harder than i imagined it would be, but i bet my wallet is thanking me.  i'm totally gonna go out for a royal feast when this is over and over-tip to the max.  any suggestions as to what the extravagance should be will be welcomed.  for now, i gotta get me some F-U-D.

It's dusty in here

Some of you like to do spring cleaning around the house, while some of you like to to it in mind/body/whatever. I think I need to do it on the old computer for a change. Since that's where at least part of my brain gets left - usually in the middle of the night - now seems like just as good of a time as any to get out the cobwebs.

Return of a blog! I've left it quite dank and dreary around this place for like, A YEAR or so. Whoops. My Bad. Not that I've expected anyone to be hanging on my every word here. oh yes, I'm totally fabulous, of course, but not really that interesting on a daily basis. But still, what do you say to yourself (i.e. who I usually think I'm writing to here) after a year hiatus that will seem... I dunno, maybe earth-shattering? Important? Worthwhile? Hell if I know. "I'm back and I hope I can be back for a long time." "Look at me! WHOOOO!" "Hey world, I'm so fancy." Sure. I give a big fat whatever to that.

No? No takers on the fancy thing? Okay then. Maybe we can start smaller.

Hi there.

how to achieve zen by being moody

feeling low. no reason. it seems to me that alzheimer's is not the only disorder to have a "sundowning" effect on its peeps. mary always says that you should never make decisions or have heavy talks after midnight, and she is darn right on this.

that being said, of course there's nothing wrong with me. to be the girl with the perfect life, and then to feel the guilt of the perfect life, and then... SPIRAL! SPIRAL! SPIRAL! in the past, we've noted it as the "darfur!!!" thing because of the craziness of the spiral. first you think about what could be wrong. next, you realize that there is nothing wrong. of course you proceed to feel the guilt of having a great life, and the ensuing self-loathing for even feeling like there might be something wrong with such a terrific life, especially when all those people who have shitty lives seem to be getting along just fine. thanks very much. the final trip off the cliff comes quickly, because you are a total clod and there are people suffering in darfur or some other place where there is terrible genocide while you raid the cabinet for another cookie and pine over a useless trinket that broke because it's made out of cheap plastic, which shouldn't even matter because you actually had three fucking dollars to waste on cheap crap that you don't need or even really want in the first place.

oh wait, did i mention the spiral thing? yeah, it definitely goes that fast. my hypercritical thought processes can do all that in five seconds or less, a time which includes not only the thinking, but also the coordinating clump into a chair and pitiful sigh. multitasking your moodiness is not for the faint of heart.

wow, i'm getting worn out just thinking about randomly feeling sorry for myself. what sucketh the most is my logic kicking in and telling me it's only some hormonal jolt that's getting me all poopy and couch potato-like. or it could be the guilt over my secular lent violations. fuck it.

going with an oldie but goodie to be my new mantra of the day, as it's never too late to start your day over again. FUCK. IT. wooot! sigh of pitifulness gone, sigh of relief now engaging. fuck it, my peeps. feel that dalai lama thing coming over you, too? i sure do.


update with humility:
i entered a play in a contest thingy. crossing fingers now.

what i did with my summer vac-- oh wait, it's winter? never mind.

some days it becomes apparent that my life should read like a series of incredibly fabulous tabloid headlines and the like. but then, i also think that everyone should take some time to convert their own life into a media circus o' cultural sensation. i can't be the only one who is down with this sort of silly behavior.

i mean, really - doesn't this sound exciting? you need the media frenzy of your own pimped out press standards, i bet. or maybe that's just me. nahhhhh - if this were your life, you might pop out of bed every morning so that you could extra!extra!read all about it! with your morning coffee:

contortionist sits in seat next to huge people. amazing!

sunday, SUNday, SUNDAY!!! blizzard strikes house filled with people who have nowhere to go anyway. no one reacts except for person who actually had to be somewhere.

people sit and stare, hypnotized by wine and shiny things. where will this strange phenomenon strike next? where will YOU be when it happens?

girl goes into snow with no shoes - declared nutball by standards of people who are damn cold... i mean freezing, damnit.

how many calories can one household ingest? film at eleven.

studies show that new england drivers can't drive worth a shit. and furthermore, they like to open the car door and step out with traffic coming. wtf?

psychic states obvious... duh.

twitter abuse runs rampant! see the photos on twitter!!!

are YOU cultured? find out with this handy quiz...

bipolar man with beagles speaks warmly to out of town visitors, then goes batshit crazy on stupid lady who hits his car while parking. visitors support protest.

dogs and cats found to increase life of those who love them.

mailbox vandalizes mail. oh, the humanity!

slide on ice results in near busted-ass fall for local girl. we'll give you all the details, AND tell you how she managed to avoid certain doom, later on tonight.

giant macaroni and cheese set to take over eastern seaboard.


see there, you know you wanna take your week and turn it into a trashy magazine made for the inane entertainment of others. after all, inquiring minds want to know. wow, did i just show my age there or what? damn, i think i need some magazines now. one more stop at the airport should do me up fine for now.


accessory lesson of the day:
uh, don't listen to me. listen to coco chanel.