Autumn Dranks

Why do I enjoy Pumpkin Spice Lattes so very much? Perhaps it is the season in general, so brisk and new. I do love the start of schooltime. Fresh starts for all little children across the country. And me, a little twentysomething working her buns off figuring out how to make a fulfilling existence. Starting fresh too--with more fear than a second grader. You know, you think there are things that will be good for you, or will help you, and sometimes you're just wrong, and that really hurts. It really does. And, standing on the edge of things that I believe might be good for me is very daunting because...I might be wrong. And, being wrong will be very inconvenient for me. I don't like that idea.

URGENT: I JUST GOT OFFERED A SAMPLE OF THE TOFFEE LATTE AND IT IS GROSS. DO NOT BUY IT. I REPEAT--PUMPKIN GOOD. TOFFEE BAD.

I need a car you need a guide who needs a map. If I don't die or worse I'm gunna need a nap.

My Beefs

1. When people refer to the central idea or problem as "the meat." "The meat of the story..." etc. Lame. Let's try to get rid of meat, not say it's important. The "meat" of a meal doesn't have to be meat. We can say "The main course of the story"?

2. Just tried the 30 Day Shred yesterday with Jillian Michaels. It was very enjoyable, and I even feel a lil sore! I have a theory that only NBC is actually marketing Jillian as America's hottest woman/toughest lady because...she's obviously fit, but I don't think she's that hott. The video starts with her being like, "I guess you've heard I'm the toughest trainer ever." From who has that been spread besides her? The oldest trick in the book.

3. Still patiently awaiting being settled. My dad gave me some good advice saying--nothing ever feels right at first. Sad, but I found it true. The beginning just feels weird, different, because it is. It's a beginning. He explained moving into his new apartment years ago with only a book and a sleeping bag. Now, that would be weird, but now he is so happy. So...SO!


Come back Muff, 3/10

But I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew.

Hoarders

There is this show on A&E that is actually the scariest thing I have ever seen. It is called Hoarders, and it is about people who hoard their stuff like it's their job--more than that--like their life depends on it. It's really creepy/scary/weird that people don't see their lives as nuts as they are. I know that that's a pretty judgmental thing to see. After all, with all my belongings cluttering up the living room as I pack super super s-u-p-e-r slowwwwwwly I could be confused with a minimal hoarder.

Why is it that no matter how long you have, packing always takes too long and always goes to the last minute? I'm sick of it.


Bradley--He is a fast packer. The only one I know.

Also, tonight I beat my personal Pac-Man high score of all time: 93,000 points bada boom.

And I won't wait for you forever, while you run around like JFK.

Nick Cannon

MI 2010

Everything is exploding.
My head hurts.
Everything is exploding.
Could this be worse?

I'm broke, meanwhile, Nick Cannon makes millions to look drugged/bored out of his mind while MCing America's Got Talent. First of all, Nick Cannon has not done anything with his life. He was a host on Snick and then had a watered-down version of Punk'd on cable. I'm sure he had no creative power behind the show. Then, he was in a lame romance movie or two, and then he got the best wifey eva. And...now he explains acts with the excitement of a bedbug.

WHY NICK CANNON WHY?

All this breathing in.
Never breathing out.

Dang Latina Cantina Language PCness

Am I the only one who seems to have endless difficulties when it comes to Latino things? I don't even think that's the politically correct way to say what I mean here...Okay--here's what I mean:

1. The big whoopsie is saying "Mexican" when referring to two Mexicans speaking a language. It makes you sound like a major squat brain, and, really, the best of us have made that error. "Do you speak Mexican?"--an instant goober is born, and really, it is a totally understandable mistake.

YET

2. Because of Number One, when I am referring to Mexican cuisine I sometimes (in attempt to not sound like a ding-dong) automatically say "I ate at a Spanish restaurant," which of course, is super wrong. Chimichangas and tapas are way diff, my amigos.

3. There's also no umbrella food term. Like...Brazilian and Columbian and Mexican...do you say South American? I guess that makes sense. As I'm typing this I feel like an idiot. Like everyone else really does know how to refer to everything, and all my future potential employers found this blog and are reading it RIGHT NOW laughing and HOOTing, "WHAT A JERK!" I just...I mean...Asian food is just Asian, can be more specific, but, if you don't know...it's Asian. Okay. I'll shut up now.

Really, maybe everyone feels stupid about this stuff, so that's why everyone gets freaked out and thus the jealousy spurred people to fearfully make up the stereotype that Latino/a people (is that even what you SAY?) are dumb. Beating them to the punch before they realize us WASPS ain't got a clue on the board game.

Upside inside out! Livin' la vida loca!

Reunion 20Dime

Last weekend had a reunion with my elementary/first high school friends. Hadn't seen them in years. It was nice--but weird. Yet another strange effect of Facebook. It's really never that long since you've seen someone. I look forward to college reunions where no one has seen my face in a decade. But, the reunion, yes, the photo above shows the nice happiness of a relaxing night.

There was this one day I spent like...twenty minutes looking at an acquaintance's wedding photos on The Book. Then, randomly, I saw her at the gym. I was like, "Oh, hey." And she was sort of like, "Oh...I haven't seen you in a long time..." and it was clear she was thinking, "Why is Alice acting all crazy non-chalant to an old pal?!" and then my eyes bugged out of my head because I was being a total jerk! D'oh.

I'm your biggest fan I'll follow you until you love me.

Loozing Da Mined!

Wilderness. Woke up early to have breakfast with my aunt. Supes sleepy. Driving drowsy. Milling slowly around, watching Synecdoche New York and it felt like it lasted my whole lifetime...kind of the point of the movie, but come ON. Come ON. Great reviews, but I feel like I lost my mind. Also, I can't believe it's not even 3 PM!

I appreciate art that shows us how horrible life is when we wait, but I also get it. And, I already read Death of a Salesman. So. You know.

I'm sprawled out considering reality and Full House, so I guess I should go on a walk now.

I wonder if she knows which way is down.

State Fair 2010