my pebble.

Cheers.

I have decided that I MUST go back to school to get my MA in American Studies/ Pop Culture. The one reason is so that I can write the thesis: Hollywoods Best Kept Secret– George Clooney is the new Rock Hudson. Like, cause he is totally this Hollywood GOD who people just covet, as was Rock Hudson right? Yet, Rock was actually gay, despite his many female friends…and maybe so is George. All I know is this: If he is gay, that is the coolest thing EVER. It would be freaking awesome.

Is all I am saying.

– I am in no way saying that George is gay. Really. Don’t sue me. Thanks! 

So I was just watching tv and there was a commercial with all these different christmas trees. They were all different and all totally beautiful. All sparkly and shiny. I couldnt decide which one I liked the most. So I thought about how white lights are so nice and clean and well, too many ornaments or tinsle is just too much, so maybe just lights…then really, they are kind of bright and cheesy..so maybe just nothing. Just the tree all pretty. Then maybe the tree with snow, real snow all sparkly as it catches the light. Then, well maybe just outside, the tree, so that the stars and moon hit the snow. 

So my point? Just leave the trees outside people. All pretty and natural and shiny in the moon with snow and stars.

 Just leave them outside.

So ok, so my birthday is coming up in about a week and for the most part no big deal.  I have moments of weird but really, I dont really care either way.

then just now. i had the biggest freak out near panic attack moment ever. flipping thorugh the channels i came upon a classic film– grosse point plank. great movie. saw it in the theatres– awesome. in case you dont know john cusack goes back to his hometown for his ten year reunion. tons of other stuff blah blah blah but the point is that this came out in 1997, the year i graduated from high school. Almost ten  years ago.

So it just freaked me out for a minute. I remmeber seeing this movie in the theatre. It doesn’t seem like that long ago. But then I realize that yeah, ten years. Almost ten year reunion. Damn I am old. Cause when I saw this movie originally I thought, yeah, ten years is forever they are like, adults.

Dude, I’m an adult?!?! 

I have come to the conclusion that 99% of the problems on the road stem from the drivers of mini-vans. They are inevitabley driven by one of three people:

1. The cell phone obsessed- handing toys off to the brat in the back- mascara weilding soccer mom

-or-

2. The neck vein throbbing- fist shaking- immasculated soccer dad

-or-

3. The wretched sixteen year old spawn of 1. or 2.

Seriously. They are retarded. They can’t stay in their lane, they either speed while tailgating and erratically changing lanes or they meander about ten miles under the speed limit while trying to decide whether they want to go north or south on 93. I mean come on. Ok, so bad drivers are seen in every type of car– i get that. But the vast majority of them drive mini vans.

 Is all I am saying.

So I have finally decided on what my fabulous new tattoo should look like. I am kind of excited…who knows when this will actually happen as I am sure it will be costing much more money than I can spend, but I am totally psyched to have a picture and be decided etc etc. So here you are….the Vested Veiled Virgin by Raffaele Monti. Aight, so I did try to post the picture but it didn’t work. So google the above title/artist and you will see my new tattoo. I hope. The handwash makes my nose itch. *Posted per request from Cracker.

It has been decades since my last post. Please do not despair, I am BACK! With a vengance I might add…

 So not a whole lot has been happening lately, perhaps the reason behind the lack of posts. Just work adn work and ocassionallysociallizing with the masses. Ho Hum. My spelling has gone down hill though, with the lack of postings. As well as the lack of spell check.

Have we become a nation reliant on spell check? How often to professors hear– well I spellchecked it in response to scathing criticism on their writing? Someone obviously needs to write a better spell check program. Yes. Get on that Bill!

 So today is the day of sad depressing Monday-esque songs. Just so ya know where I am coming from as I sit here writing.

 This weekend was pretty cool. Much time spent with those girls which is good. It is sad to think that the girl will be gone soon. To the land of corn and redness. BOO!!!! I think she should stay, if only to entertain me. Ah well. We did the shopping thing…all day…v. expensive. hehe then went to the rack. Yes. I know. I just said the rack. But it was fun! I swear!! Especially since we left rather quickly.

the women’s convention was especially exciting. saw the girl, whom I havent seen in decades. Always a bad thing. Always. Me around girl= sad pathetic little puppy. Bad. V. Bad.

I think I just want to marry her and steal her away to an island where no one can ever bother us.

Or never talk to her ever again.

But on a good note– beach in glocester= tons of fun!! The water was beautiful and clear and soooo nice! Must go back!!

And now, after this LAME ASS POST I am going back to work. Sorry. But hey, at least I updated!!