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thoughts while watching the Golden Globes (yes, I watch award shows. sometimes)


Sometimes I do things slightly out of character. Tonight was one of those times as I watched the Golden Globes. I don't know why but it has been amusing thus far. Here are some thoughts:

a. Helen Mirren is wearing the Heart of the Ocean.

b. The Brits are really cleaning house.

c. I think Meryl Streep does her own hair and make up for these shows and I LOVE THAT.

d. Sienna Miller should stop trying so hard with this weird brit bohemian burberry chic. Whats with that braid and that lame (i mean "lame" with the accent aigu, like gold lame, not lame as in ridiculous) gown?

e. I can see why people think my dad resembles Clint Eastwood.

f. Jack Nicholson is f-ing crazy. NICE BLUE BLOCKERS.

g. If the Departed doesn't win and freaking DreamGirls does, I am going to be pissed...albeit they're both remakes.

h. Cameron Diaz called it "internal" affairs when really its infernal affairs. Everyone gets that wrong but come on, that was like your one job for the night.

i. The brits have the best acceptance speechs, bar none.

j. Zach Braff will probably look like Steven Spielberg in 20 years.

k. seeing Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt acting so..."at peace" sorta pisses me off. Come on, you're suposed to be drunk and ridiculous like everyone else please.

l. I love the french guy who won for best score, really be/c I love french accents.

m. Tim Allen was inappropriately gawking and like, drooling, at Vanessa Williams. It was gross.

n. I can't believe I haven't watched Weeds be/c it looks freaking amazing.

o. I love first time winners (America Ferrarra, Jennifer Hudson) be/c they're so genuine and not at all glib (hello George Clooney) and they cry, like, real tears not actor tears. You can tell be/c they have trouble talking through the tears like most people do. Plus they're pretty be/c they're still somewhat normal and truthful lookning. And be/c they weigh more than five Elen Pompei's - i am glad women are winning awards who don't weigh five pounds.

p. Salma Hayek's dress is so wrong, its like someone wrapped a big thing of toilet paper around her and said "walk."

q. Annette Bening is perpetually turning 16 vis a vis her rainbow eyes and smile...she plays crazy really well.

r. Jeremy Piven, stop bringing your mom to awards shows - the novelty and whatever "cute" feeling people had at first has worn off - its getting weird. Bring a proper date okay?

s. Beyonce seems fake to me now. I don't like her anymore. I think she's a diva in the worst way.

t. Who styled Tina Fey? Boo.

u. I still have problems believing that Kyra Sedgwick is related to Edie Sedgwick. I just don't see resemblance.

okay. thats all for now.

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how did i get here. No question mark.


Its almost 12thirty in the morning and this pattern of pseudo insomnia has been plaguing me since I returned from Barcelona. I don't know what it is. Is it possible that I got too much sleep over break? I suppose. My irritations over basically everything have come back full force now that I am caught up on sleep and biding my time until I start classes again. Working has been somewhat fulfilling but not enough, I guess. I have to wake up in less than six hours and sleep is nowhere to be found.

After pricing my books on Amazon I ended up just going to the bookstore to buy them...its that waiting that kills me, that, "will I get these in time for my first day of classes be/c I have homework" type of panic. Anyway, Amazon has some sort of computer synapse that allows my previous views to link like a chain letter down to sometimes the most bizarre reads that I would never, ever buy or, for that matter, read. Today's offers included a book I had actually see in Borders called Girls and its basically about men using women as sex toys be/c older women are so troublesome what with wanting more out of life than just...right, sex, partying, widdling away trust funds at an alarming pace, and alcohol and drugs and all that other glamorous fun that in no way keeps the country moving...unless we're talking about the requisite "war on drugs" and what not. Anyway, as I read this snippet on Amazon, I began to think about a certain someone who I once knew who had a "beef" with how men were being "emasculated." Seriously, its unreal for me to even read that be/c its all so cold war esq a la post 911 that I want to scream - if you could please point out a country - anywhere - where men are being "emasculated" I will give you a prize...and it wont be much be/c I assume you'll be lying. Reading about systematic rapes in the Sudan as a type of "war crime," the over abundance of this new, shit, "man law" commercial phenom, and of course, the war in Iraq and the war on "terror" (hello "science" stating that men need to be physically active aka fighting in a "survival of the species" sense) all seem to instigate a sense that men are thriving, in the exact same way as they have been since the world evolved or was magically "created." Don't even get me started on christianity right now, but the point is, why do people, including women, feel the need to promulgate more rhetoric about women as sex objects, women who have careers as "troubling and difficult" (hello article in Forbes), and the most maddening, that men need to "take back" their masculinity, most efficiently in strictly seeing women as hired sex toys who do not consider their sexualty but for how it can be used to satisfy the mans? Who has taken this masculinity from you? Who? Why do I need Amazon to tell me that I might like to read a novel probably written by a 30 year old wanna be literary brat pack member who took what he read from Palahunik, Easton Ellis, Miller, and like...McInerny and formed it into this novel?

Women are sexual be/c they are human. Men seem to have this fantasy about them being refuges for some sort of sexual frustration that the evolution of feminism has somehow robbed them of. Why does it feel good to hire a hooker to this author? I am not getting down on hookers persay, but there is a definite power and control issue that can sleighride into rape that hired sex can lead to...troubling? Yes. Alarming, quite, and yet for this author, its part of a liberation for the male species.

Although I have no real idea, I would wager that this author best be getting himself checked for any number of STDs if this book is just a tyriad - nay, a sexual fantasy of conquests, is in fact truth and not fiction.

I hate this author. I hate everything about the insane and idiotic pressures that men begin to gestate once things like, oh, a female speaker of the house, an outrunning of girls in higher education, and generally the "disobediance" of women to continue to fake sexuality for male gratification, and instead look more to what sexually satisfies them, alone, begins to progress. OH and of course, the men in the book, according to Amazon, are businessmen. UNREAL. Investment bankers? Hedge fund managers? American psycho's...hmm, well, I appreciate that novel be/c it's message demonstrated how a certain type of personality can see and abuse women without care....but it wasn't the books original or main intent. This book's entire premise is basically taking the passages from American Psycho that have to deal with controlling women in the bedroom (who of course are always SO INTO IT) and condensing it into one novel...without any of the redeeming factors that A.Psycho has. Its a poorman's porno version, obsessed with the fact that monogomy is a myth. YES its up for debate if humans are scientifically monogomous but like most things science has shown us, we have evolved...and monogomy may have come with it. Maybe...that concept, while potentially interesting, is sidelined when I see an author crafting a book in a "stream of consciousness" style centered around businessmen using money to buy sex from girls that just aren't women yet. What that means is about as clear to me as it is to any other feminist. Maturity is what makes a woman? Blatantly irresponsible sexual behavior makes a girl? This author has decided for us without anything other than literary porn on paper.



ps) Oh and about that 'stream of consciousness' to describe this author's methods... SERIOUSLY can you get any lazier? Its like, why bothe rmaking sense? Ride on the coattails of post modernism to just publish your sexual fantasy journal? But why does it matter, I am sure Esquire found it to be quite a read...Maxim probably made it required reading for their employees.

pps) and lets not forget that if the tables were turned, this businessman wouldn't be labeled a "businesswoman" but a "whore." Or slut. or any other word that our puritan society has historically decided to call women who reign in their sexuality away from men's plaything into individual self satisfaction .

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Oh yes.


Average day for me.

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Pan's Labyrinth -

Good flick! Heavier than I thought but I loved it. See it soon, you will enjoy yourself at the very least. Also, the photos from Barcelona are up on flickr.

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...made a fox for their hunt.

I am Stateside. Its good to be home. I had a fantastic trip abroad - minus the fact that i ate only cold food for like 5 straight days. Last night I ordered like $30 of Chinese food and ate about two bites, haunted by the fact that a) my stomach must have shrunk and b) I was so tired that chewing was difficult. Jet lag really sucks. I emailed friends, updated the requisite social networking sites, and took a 30 minute shower and then laid in bed watching Top Chef. That is the best way to recover. I awoke this morning feeling refreshed and have cleaned my apartment and am awaiting my laundry to finish drying.

I will post photos on flickr when Eduardo comes around this weekend - he and I took tons of shots with our cameras and I would rather just provide images to explain how fantastic the trip was. I think I look better in Spain.

The country was beautiful, the weather perfect (hello upper 50s, lower 60s in December - January) - the amount of European culture I soaked up in just a week was phenomenal and its committed me to wanting to learn or catch up on my French even more - I took it for three years total so you'd think i'd remember or know more. Time to pull out that Rosetta Stone again. Brussels was cold but very euro centric as far as the whole centre for the EU/NATO locale goes....lots of different languages, lots of different people...including a giant sized French athletic team. Its questionable what sport they played but I think basketball? Eduardo says it popular over in France and they were so tall...soccer would be a surprise as would like, cricket so basketball is my best deduction with the minor sleuthing skills I have.

The only downsides to the trip were that Edurado was sick for much of it - not dying sick but flu/cold sick and its hard to treat that abroad - the Spanish pharmacy's (when they're not closed for Siestas - truly, from about 1-4, things are literally closed. its interesting but when ill, an inconvenience) have a bright, neon light, green cross indicating they sell drugs - its an odd system. You walk into this small store with wall to wall drugs and then speak to a spanish pharmacist who then gives you whatever they feel your symptoms warrant...you just sort of have to trust them be/c the medications are all given out per them...the walls are filled with like, baby formula and contact solution. No candy though. That would be in the amazing candy stores where I spent a fair amount of time. I bought up one store's entire styrofoam like, saucer/sour candy for my brother who claims he cannot find it in the states (neither could I) and bought all these little fizzy candies that looked like smarties. I also took a picture of the spanish equivalent of the Strawberry Puff for Lena. It was all a delicious haven.

Eduardo and I mainly walked around, ate at pastry shops and crepe stands, took the Barcelona public transit everywhere, and slept. It was relaxing and refreshing.

I must say that I was disheartened to watch CNN Europe's coverage of Saddam Hussein's execution....there is something about all of these...problems that keep cropping up regarding the method and means in which he was put to death. Truth be told, a hanging is so biblical that a stoning might as well have accompanied it as well, but at the end of the day, after the full footage had been shown, I couldn't help but feel like this horrible dictator, who did commit atrocious sins against humanity, ended up being a fox for this hunt that we called "bringing democracy" to Iraq. The violence is worse than ever, Saddam was only found guilty of crimes against humanty but only per the crimes against the Shiites but what about crimes against Sunnis and Kurds? Maybe his entire trial is indicative of how these groups aren't and can never be aligned as equal although they are indeed seperate. I don't know. I just feel like something was amiss for the entire trial and incarceration and execution. Is this why I want to be a lawyer? To defend basic justice and rights that all people should be entitled to? The rights of the ethnic and religious groups to get their day in court for the crimes they had committed against them, the rights of even the most horrible and dispicable people to be protected and for an execution to represent the civility that we have progressed to? I don't know but I just didn't feel good about what transpired and I still don't. As the news continues to illustrate, more people are being arrested for the execution but maybe this shows how far away the US is from being able to liberate or democratize Iraq...the Iraq president pushed for Hussein to be executed before the new year be/c of a "promise" he made - as nice as it is for a politician to make good on a promise, at what cost? And the Iraqi PM was not on board with that as far as I know, but there was some resolution passed which made his approval unnecessary...I am not sure how legitimate this is and it worries me - inexplicably as I thinks Hussein was a dictator who did commit grave crimes but...I don't know. I dislike this unsettling feeling I have everytime I see the photos and the footage of a man being put to death the way he was. Or the prospect of how eager the people were to publicize and capitalize on the footage...whatever. I am sure I am not alone in these feelings so musing about them in such a circular fashion is not that helpful. Just...it was a really shameful way for the global community to ring in 2007. I'll leave it at that.

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Spending New Years in Barcelona + Finals = frustration


Good: Trip to Spain is close - like, 23 days away.

Bad: Contracts final Tuesday at 930 followed by the Property final on Saturday and then Torts the following Wednesday.

Ugly: My current health condition = sinus congestion, my nose and mouth are raw and red, and I can occassionally hear out of my left ear but normally its clogged with whatever is running from my head down my throat and sometimes out my nose. And my sore throat that prevents me from enjoying the better things in life, like, candy.

Frustrating: Everything about Mel Gibson. Michael Richards. Everything about the double standard in the public's differing reactions to Mel Gibson and Michael Richards racial "outbursts."

Funny: Wonkette. Always.

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In addition to sick...now I drool?

me: umm
so besides being sick
and being like mentally vacant
i swear i am starting to drool
seriously
i was typing
i moved my arm
julie: haha what?
are you senial
me: and there is like a pool of like, wet
on the desk
what the fuck
no leaking liquids around
minus my own mouth
this like
julie: a pool of wet
me: this is unreal
julie: you are incredible
me: i mean unless someone spit at me
but i doubt that
julie: it was me, i admit it
me: haha
i am posting this on my blog
julie: fantastic
spittle

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achoo. getchoo? no achoo.

I just saw someone wearing a Sister Hazel tshirt...mannnnn I don't fit in here. 90s rock not good. ever. in any situation that doesn't involve torture. The 80s on the other hand are an entirely different story...;) I did have someone ask me if I play the guitar today. I took that as a compliment = Or a blatent assumption from what I look like. I suppose I am just asking for it...? (love the escape clause question mark).

I somehow have gotten sick too. My head pounds with sinus congestion and I have a steady stream of yuck running down my nose through my throat and then into a tissue or my stomach depending on what i am armed with. Graphic? Yes, well thats how it feels and really, thats awesome be/c being sick during my first law school finals is the perfect combination. The best part of it all is when I was at work yesterday, feeling the sick coming on and working on a tedious but interesting project which I felt really pressed for time for, one of the attorneys asked if I was nervous about exams. I said, "well, yes but not paniced" and he relied, "well you should be. If you do poorly your first semester its hard to make it up." the other attorney chimes in and then says and DEMONSTRATES, "yeah, kinda like a cinder block being dropped in water...[raises arms in the air above his head and says] Wheeeeeeeeeeee....."

THANKS. Sniff. Cough. Bleh. I know i am sick be/c of the drastic change in weather -thats what always always happens...better move out of an area that geographically places it in a region that experiences all four seasons?

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Cristiano Ronaldo...Angry. Trash Talker. Doesn't like people who arrive sans luggage. :)


I am definitely behind on my futbol news. I catch up per player - Zidane came in 5th (shame on you Euro Journalists) in the Euro player of the year award - Cannavaro took it and yeah, I can see that. I like that he's in his 30s, really.

Anyway, so I read some information on one of my favorite players, Cristiano Ronaldo. Some interesting trivia -

He handles anger like a child. Its funny and very reminiscent of a certain other individual I know who gets angry and hits things with boxing gloves and would probably stick a TV in a tree and try to kick it down too...thats right, Eduardo. I love it and yet...sort of hate it. Loose cannon.

He likes to trash talk and say things like "Chelsea purchasing Michael Ballack was pointless and they are no better." Those are fighting words. Such a spunky little player.

He has a stalker! Talk about being a full fledged star now - evidently a dutch girl connected with him in Holland and followed him back to the UK and asked around and (be/c its England? Or be/c people hate him and wnat to ruin his life?) people told her where he lived. She arrived and I guess security was called and he hasn't seen her since. Best part? His shock that she arrived "without any suitcases or anything." I love that. "'It was a Dutch girl who had come looking for me without any suitcases or anything and was going around asking people where I lived."

Had there been suitcases, maybe she'd have been let in, maybe not. Lol. Seriously, "no suitcases or anything!" Shakes head. Absurd. Who stalks cross nations without clean underwear? boo. I really don't understand stalkers, its so sad. I mean, I love the Zizou but I think that stalking is a bit much...too much time, too much expense...too much psycho. :)

Finally, there is a video game being made called Cristiano Ronaldo Underworld football or something. I saw a clip online - graphics look sorta lame and there isn't any vampire or werewolf action which, hello, when I read the world Underworld, I think vampire. Boo to that as well.

Alright! More fun futbol information later.

Posted by * at 9:42 PM | Permalink | Comments

Too many choices.


I am one of those people who automatically thinks of the most illogical or impractical outcomes for situations that have about 1/one million odds of happening. Today while I was at the airport, there were two flights going to chicago in a row - i was on the second of the two flights. There were a few open seats on the first flight which were open to passengers without checked baggage. I belonged to that class but...but but but. This could be the scenario where I chose to go on the flight "i wasn't even supposed to be on" and it like, crashes. Or my flight crashes and I look back and say "wow, what if I hadn't been on this flight? What if I had taken the original flight?" blah blah blah. I don't know why I think this way. I eventually chose to stick with my original flight and sort of pretend I had never heard the offer to travel on an earlier flight. Also, at the last minute, a mother was barreling down the corridor with an older woman pushing a stroller behind her, which held a smaller child. In the mothers arms was a child who was literally hammocked - she had him held by his feet and the back of his shirt (honestly, seriously, the kid looked abused) and she was running down the corridor while he screamed bloody murder and she just kept screaming back "be quiet!" while he like shook back and forth, almost hitting his head on the floor. It was disturbing - the noise, the sight, the...fact that this person is raising two kids. I don't care what excuse she has, you aren't supposed to have kids if this is how you deal with them. Scary. So upon seeing that display and watching them board the first flight, I was pleased at my decision (or...non decision. Whatever).

Being home was fine. A little confusing I guess. And tiring. Its never really relaxing to go home all things considered. Esps this trip with the family drama. I am just glad I am back in Chicago. I did some torts work but not enough. I am going to finish my contracts outline tomorrow which is exciting. In addition, the warm weather is starting to freak me out. Even my father expressed his surprise at the high temps, commenting on how anyone who denies global warming is living in a dream world. Agreed.

It was really really nice to catch up with Lena - see her new place and talk for hours and really connect with someone on different topics that range in importance - from personal issues to memories of growing up to current problems in our lives to fashion. We also ventured to the Mall of America. I was sort of shook up after wards and felt really drained. I am not equipped for after Thanksgiving shopping in any sense. So many people. So many strollers. So many idiots. So much crap. I bought nothing but advised Lena on some items - funtimes. I miss her more though and I am glad she is reflective of the same feeling - we're just...very similar in many different ways and its reassuring but also lonely when I fly back to Chicago. I am already looking forward to seeing her during Christmas.

I really miss Eduardo right now. His geriatric filled trip in Naples seems to be going fine, but he did get yelled at by some old woman for turning up the pool too high. He says their skate park is great and he is now an official member, for $10 a year. I suppose skateboarding isn't really a big draw in Naples.

The only other issues....I read the Economist on the way home. Depressing information about Wall Street becoming weaker due to too many restrictions. Damn you Sarbanes Oxley (sp?). Damn you Enron. Damn you executives who just had to cheat big as opposed to cheat little to keep the US ahead of London. Yet...the NYSE is still bidding on the London market at an alarmingly low amount (like 5 bill or something which even to a layperson like me seems low). SNL said it best though "London is now the world's financial capital...get it terrorists? LONDON is now the world's financial capital" - I don't really agree with the undertone to that statement but I do enjoy SNL. Esps weekend update. I don't care with anyone says. I love Maya Rudolph. And Kristin Wig(g?). And Andy Samberg.

Time for bed. Sleeping alone. :(

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WHOA


see, im not all fire and brimstone:



Blast from the past. Note, I wanted to drink the crayons en route to hard form.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oJJcZ4BGPnc



the best part might be the snap glimpse we get of the muppet at the end.

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That makes you a pedophile and basically pure evil. Hang 'em high.

By now you've all probably read about the soldiers who, evidently be/c they have nothing better to do over in Iraq, plotted and then gang raped a 14 year old girl, burned her body to hide the "evidence" and also killed her family.

14 makes you a pedophile. If these were civilians the public outcry would be so much greater...with the military, its sort of this mentality "well, i'm not over there so who knows what its like 'mentally,' " or "they're probably suffering from post traumatic stress syndrome" or the worst "boys will be boys."

This makes me incredibly angry and have so much more disdain for a) this "war" aka occupation kill iraqis in the name of liberation and...stabilization...and...freedom and b) hate people who are in the military.

The thing is, crimes are committed everywhere and they are usually ranging within the heinousness that this crime is - but we can usually take a step away and say that they belong to a different class - criminals, actually, is what I believe they are known as and there is system designed to make the victims and their families "whole" again via the law and the people on the other side of that are...the People v. these criminals. When its the military, its more disturbing - be/c they are being paid to "protect" America, and because of that, its generally thought that we hold them out to a greater standard of civility because our tax dollars pay for their occupation (haha..j/k) and they also are american representatives in tense and watchful circumstances.

I hate these men. I hate everything about how I am sure hundreds more rapes and murders have been committed in the name of freedom. Its more probable than not to assume that those who join the military and enlist have an easier time with violence and I understand that allows for some total crazy people - but isn't there a system in this big budgeted military system we have to weed these fuckers out and put them in a) hospitals or b) prison? I'd rather we pay for these individuals to be locked up in prison or in a sanitarium than give them a weapon and let them loose on people who are incredibly disadvantaged right now.

I am so angry and disgusted and sad about this. I am sad about our country's general acceptance that be/c this was in Iraq or be/c they're soldiers or whatever that we need not pay it any more attention. OJ Simpson and his antics gets more play...yes its easier to listen to but simply be/c this is a difficult topic or a disturbing story or an uneasy feeling doesn't make it less worthy - we just had a midterm election where the American people "spoke." Where are their voices now? Just waiting around for "change" to happen on its own? Its never going to happen. We'll be stuck over there forever, giving more crazy soldiers with guns and a false sense of power and control a reason to act out and rape more 14 year olds, burn their bodies be/c they are so conscious of how they "can't get caught" as they fully recognize what they did was wrong...and kill more families be/c they "hate" iraqis.

Goddamn this war. And anyone who voted for it. I understand Saddam Hussein routinely did things like this, but it doesn't seem like we are helping that "human rights" situation any more than he was and yet we went in, guns literally blazing, crying out for how people needed to be treated more humanely, and that individuals who perform such egregious acts against humanity must be stopped. Looks like the tables have turned, or else the true nature of this war has finally been reduced to acts of violence of epic proportions, financed completely by the United States of America.

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Sometimes I don't repost what i post on my myspace blog. So here's the like four recent posts: Enjoy!

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There are the +'s and the -'s...


To where I live. Its nice to live close to school and to work. Its not so nice to live close to Rush street.

During the summer it gets worse. I don't know who is the decision maker of the "we like to go out to lame ass bars where the girls and guys all look the same and all have the same objective: to look hot and to get some" crowd but they really make some stringent guidelines.

Evidently, the guys are allowed to only wear the following and bring the following when going out:

- A striped, button down shirt bought at like, Express Men or the equivalent with their friends or girlfriend that they will couple with

- Black "dress" shoes purchased at Kenneth Cole or the equivalent that slouch just right on top of their

- Jeans, identical in wash and cut to be nearly indistinguishable from the pants their "buddies" are wearing, along with the group of them swathed in

- Some sort of cologne or aftershave bought in bulk and distributed at these group meetings be/c they all smell the same: bad; and their scent is almost as annoying as their

- Meat head attitude that is always somehow being shouted at the guys in front or on their side as they additionally try to talk on their

- Black Razr Cell Phone while

-Smoking.

The Girls are allowed to only wear and bring the following when going out:

-Skin tight, flare or skinny jeans that are almost always paired with a

- A camisole - tank top - halter top, that is like a satin blend, low cut, and shows lots of clevage to make the

-Push up bra even more effective which only temporarily distracts from the

- Bad highlights and the longish layered hair cut which they swish and twirl and toss as they walk in their

- Ridiculously High, Spiked, Totally forming a Bunion Heels as they carry their

-Coach or Louis Vuitton bags WITH the emblems glaring in the headlights as they rummage around for their;

-Pink Razr Cell Phone, talking loudly and displaying too prominently their

- Forced I'm an Idiot attitude that is now a pissed off I'm an Idiot attitude be/c they just found out that they can't

-Smoke in the bar come 2008 which they think is coming this January 1.

Its amazing when you walk by the lines. Everything is so loud. And dramatic. And ridiculously fake. I personally haven't seen anyone really "hot" in those lines but then again my idea of "hot" isn't a guy in the aforementioned outfit, talking shop with "the boys." And I tend to not get along with girls who wear the aforementioned outfit either. I guess I could say that they all look like they're dressed like David or Victoria Beckham (posh n'becks!) if you need a visual...but they're not as amusing as the Beckham's be/c only they and like, Tom and KATE Cruise are that robotic and strange. These are just like bad facsimiles outside stupid bars that all smell like smoke, stale beer, and like...mating juices? Is that gross? I hope so be/c its all gross outside those places. I hate smokers. I hate people who act stupid when they really aren't. I hate how alcohol gives people a license to do stupid shit and then laugh about it and talk about it to a nauseating degree for the entire week until Thursday rolls around and they start the whole.process.again.

Thats being young? I mean, I get annoyed by straight edges too but where's the moderation? Why is being extremely drunk and shallow so desireable? I guess thats why I don't fit in or never did with people in my age group. I just, I have been drunk quite a few times and I really hated how I felt. Just stupid and fake and not really "me." I like dancing but you can't really dance without going out and when you go out its a crowd like I described above...and its not dancing its like almost sex on the dance floor and its nasty and I hate it. And then there is like, the crying at the clubs and bars among the drunks (girls and guys) and the fights and the drama and the I LOVE YOU SO MUCH crap that i just want to smack down on the pavement and step on to shut it up.

I also love it when I see people waiting to eat at Tavern on Rush, hands down the most overrated and overpopulated restaurant in Chicago. Who goes there!? The food sucks (I ate there once in college, out of ignorance) and the clientele is disgusting! Old men. Hanger ons. Yucky girls and guys. lots of Axe body spray and bad perfume...shivers.

So its nice to live downtown and near "nightlife" but as you can tell I really hate nightlife. Im 25 and i've never enjoyed it so these opinions should be NO surprise.

Okay. Rant over.



Wednesday, November 08, 2006

I hate everything.

I really think I do lately - basically nothing makes me happy anymore. Its not really happy that i feel when I am not annoyed or tired or frustrated or dismayed its just that sort of "meh" feeling that I feel...all of the time. This really has to do with law school and just sort of that light that goes off once you start something like this - investing large amounts of money into a profession that isn't wholly fulfilling. I just feel such big amounts of annoyance - people in class, people's mannerisms, people who think their comments are more important than the furthering of the class discussion. People who think that they're smarter than the professors. Yeah, so basically its like these people are a forced family that I spend way too much time with - and I like many of the people in my section and even some that do volunteer often, but there are a few who, really, anytime they open their mouths, i either feel offended or annoyed instantly.

I also feel like I am not doing so well at work which is frustrating to me...I do as much as I can when I am there but its really hard for me to not just stay longer and sacrifice time I study for work - i mean, it makes sense, i get paid and its satisfying to finish something but lately, projects just wait weeks to get done and I hate it...right, be/c I hate everything. Mentally I dream about concepts in law, and I think about it, or it just affects my demeanor - even with Eduardo, who luckily for me, is the most understanding person in the entire world - he expected me to get this way and doesn't care be/c its important that I immerse myself - but again, i feel like part of our relationship - that amount I could just focus on us or him, has diminished...for this like, study that i can't even say I am good at. I forget things often - i.e. rent on time, things that I need to just get done in a day...my keys, sentences in conversations that I am participating in...somewhat.

My favorite professor told me that this is really like a marathon and you may not see benefits of your work for years. Thats not really encouraging...Its not that I want instant gratification, is it? Thats incredibly unrealistic and immature...but its nice.

Finally, my mothers two best friends "kidnapped" her and drove her to the Babs concert last night - my mom loves Barbra. She couldn't go when she had tickets for the show in MN be/c she almost killed the new dog which is another story itself. It was nice to hear her so happy and to know that her friends care about her so much.







Tuesday, November 07, 2006

For and Run by Old People.


Its election night and I feel that excitement that I have every election night - its like better than Christmas. Voting this morning was just as frantic as I thought. No one understands those damn voting machines, and my paper ballot had me connecting an arrow to indicate who I was voting for. It took forever and then somehow I ended up "overvoting" in a category which I know is wrong be/c I read each and every direction, brought the CBA judges list, and filled in the arrows oh so precisely...over voted my ass - nothing works in this democracy I swear. I participate out of a moral obligation more than a faith in the system - and be/c its all we have. It was just great how the frenzy actualized - I read this on wonkette which seemed to sum it up the best: "In Indiana, the brand-new touch-screen voting machines are (shockingly) totally useless and confusing. Because voting is both for and run by old people, no one can even turn them on. Poll workers couldn't turn on "about half" of Marion Country's machines."

Yeah, pretty much here too. I love that the seniors get out and really mobilize (which is funny be/c they are the least mobile...haha, bad joke), but Eduardo had a great exchange with a poll worker:

Old: Name?

E: Cordon.

Old: Gordon?

E.COR-Don

Old: Oh, Cordon.

E: Yeah.

Old: Okay...Gordon.

E: No COR DON

Old: GORDON?

E: NO. CORDON...CAT!

Cat. Indeed. THe ballot contained a question re: the war in Iraq and if the troops should pull out immediately and orderly or something like that...i didn't answer - I just don't honestly know. Theres so much chaos there now, but I feel as though we went in there to remove their government, "liberate" the Iraqis, and now its just utter chaos...how many more casualties? Martial law? What would happen to the civilians? I mean I recognize they are in peace time now but...i just don't know how stable that government is, how likely it could be that another dictator could somehow come into power just for the sake of order...and then, what was the point other than to hang Saddam? Its too much for me...most of the issues around elections are too much for me. Watching Nightline last night, and their piece re: Obama, really made me feel reflective about the state of affairs - they had a comment from a woman who indicated that yes, it'd be great if she ran, but considering all of the hate that exists in America, she wondered just how long he would live if he ran and won...and that just really hit me. Progress is so slow. That we still consider that a black man has such a high chance of being shot or hurt if he dared to take the position of posturing himself as a candidate for president - it just hurts me somewhere that i didn't know I could hurt. Its so hard to referendum on issues like war and candidates who without fail promise more than they can provide. I feel depressed again. Thats the best way to feel about this democracy.






Wednesday, November 01, 2006

the OC

I just watched the Season 4 Premiere online - it was good, not going to lie. Darker and less punchy - also, anytime Placebo covers Running Up That Hill, you can bet i'll feel sad just like Josh Schwartz wanted. Such a sucker. I will now watch the rest of the season in its entirety - I also love the casts new hair cuts and what not. Good stuff. I love that show, guilty pleasure or whatever, i'm sad Marissa's dead.

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Agitated? Why not.
I know I have blogged about celebrities that really bother me (read: George Clooney) but the wrath I feel has suddenly been moved from the "ultimate man" or whatever title he has now, to...Jared Leto.

Now, I will be honest and tell you that when I was like 15 and MySoCalledLife was on ABC (unreal, right?) I would watch that show and I specifically remember one episode (two if you count the Angel christmas episode be/c I really hated the actress who played the Angel), which I fondly refer to as the BoilerRoom episode. Or thats what Lena and I referred to it as when we became friends. Anyway, the turning point of that episode is Jordan Catalano and his like...minimal words but still so alluring demeanor. Jordan Catalano was played by Jared Leto. That was the first and last thing Leto did before becoming obsessed with the following: drugs, art school, and like, well, the movie the Shining...oh and music that sounds like The Cure meets My Chemical Romance meets New Order.

I read today on a blog (yes Leto a blog, those online journals that you loath) about how he somehow got in an argument with Elijah Wood. What the ? A - Elijah Wood like Lord of the Rings Elijah Wood? I never saw it so...anyway. But moreover, who gets in a fight with Elijah Wood? And the strangest part of this alleged incident is that it all started with whispering. And then Elijah says something outside of Leto and then Leto comes back. Now, the reason I must write about this is be/c evidently Elijah was trashing - surprise surprise - his band, 30 seconds to mars (bury me! bury me!).

COME ON.

When you're in a band that is imitating basically everything gothic and glam from the 80s and 90s and trying to pass it off as original by taking everything way too f-ing seriously, what do you expect? I understand that you were in that movie that was "critically acclaimed" (and loved by every drug addict and wanna be drug addict around), Requiem for a Dream. And that scene where your arm is like bruised and seeping out was...memorable but playing a drug addict is really, really, done (sort.of.like.your.band's.sound).

I saw the video for that single that requires you to wear a tuxedo and guess what? I saw the Shining too so hats off for ripping off someone else's art as your own.

I should remember that your criticism of blogs is...well, unique. I'd expect you to hate like, the straight edge movement, or the emo kids or the like...paparazzi. But blogs? Very smooth.

There are a few things that are confusing for me in your "hating of the blogs." Is it that you at first thought that they actually were the news? So when you read something on a blog like, The World Is Ending Tomorrow or Lindsay Lohan is not anorexic, did you believe it and act accordingly? Its natural for someone to lash out at what has fooled them, but this is a bit much. I suspect (just by inference) that you hate blogs be/c they, like Elijah Wood, probably trashed your band too and as far as I can tell, be/c Blogs are based around individual opinions, some of which include criticizing your "musical artistic merit" it follows that all blogs must be grouped together, under the guise of like...talking about how no one "writes, really writes" anymore, or be/c the news is no longer the news but just long winded editorials backed by big corporations. Who knows.

I know that Jared Leto can read be/c he went to art school, and I am not going to out and out say that art school teaches you nothing about how the world really functions (besides validating either a) the wealthy and idle who took the road less traveled from their Yale counterparts or b) the "art is life" mentality of people who are largely in...bands or...want to be). Okay I just did say it; I know of a few art schools and what they teach and as much as learning about the history of art is valuable, or practicing interpretive dance all day is therapeutic, or just chain smoking, applying eyeliner, and not eating can be fun, its not really...real. Real in the way that people hate to admit is what really makes the world function - living off wine and talking about modern art or classical music as it relates to the shape of public transit is interesting but not really realistic.

Thus, as many bloggers write about things not including the above curriculum, I can see why Leto hates them. Its hard to read about something you don't understand. I mean, if he's really that arrogant (and I really think he is, and if not, after this like I shot Lennon movie he's in, he will be even more bloatedly arrogant), I can see how he would hate bloggers who have a scary ability to say whatever they want, on the internet...and you'd think this would be something that Leto would like, that whole first amendment - freedom of speech thing. I could be wrong, maybe he's one of those "I vote third party" idiots (and hey, I was one when I was 18-19 years old but come on, its a two party system get with the f-ing program and vote properly or else we'll have this shithold of an administration for another four years).

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What do you get if you google...Barack Obama?


Lol...amazingly enough, you don't get the "antichrist" listing that Wonkette reported earlier this week but I sure wish you did - don't get me wrong, Obama is (still) fine by me but the story they published was priceless. If you don't read Wonkette, start now, it makes you smile and laugh at the dismal state of our democracy* Also, using google in my entry was an important aspect as I saw that clip of President Bush calling it "the Google." I loved that, it totally showed his age (hello mom and dad). Good stuff in a dark time. I honestly don't have a personal problem with the President - his administration (a.k.a. the "president") is problematic for me, as are their primary base of voters (read: Christian right/evangelists), but Bush himself, well, come on. I was taught not to discriminate against the mentally challenged and I was really happy the Republicans actually fulfilled their promise to provide equal opportunities for jobs and growth under the US Constitution. Bush was the biggest victory? No, thats mean, i'm sorry...Bush is just, sort of...simple. I just fail to see how, when I see him on these interviews or read about what he says, how he can make any decision without the puppetmasters behind him. I really should be angry about this but i'm not. Call it complacency or apathy or just...reality. Meh. Big election coming up, part of me is excited another just...meh. I always vote - mid term, big term, whatever. Turning 18 was huge for me, as you can imagine. Working on the campaign was a committment to that "democracy is the best!" sentiment but nowadays...well, lets be honest, seeing how bills really become laws vis a vis law school has been really depressing. In fact, most of the legal system (which does include the government via statutes and "public policy") has become sort of a dry, hopeless vat of lost ideals. I read another case about a civil case surrounding a rape and was so upset I threw the book down and cleaned my bathroom top to bottom. I just hate how the legal system must protect "justice" and "fairness" even in the face of an unfair and unjust situation - thats law, thats growing up, whatever but its not encouraging. Its those sexual assault cases that always get me. I sure hope we don't talk about that in torts tomorrow be/c I may have to break my "not going to freak out in class like other people do" rule. Just that once. For a good cause. And be/c my head might blow up if I don't and have to listen to a few certain individuals talk about how thats a "good" thing - no one should think its "good." It should be read and understood and accepted but not acclaimed. See, im getting irritated again.

Today was a weird day in light of the funhouse of body temperatures that I go through all day (thank you sophomore year medical problems which messed around with my hot and cold temperature readings for, like, ever). I was doing some final research for my memo today before LS and was sitting on a couch in direct shot of sunlight (can you imagine?)...I just, I really need that Vitamin D(?) to boost the seratonin that has fallen dramatically since September. Anyway, be/c of this, my variety of body temps was accellerated and I really started to sweat. The worst part is that normally I am not self-conscious (well, as much as one can avoid when sweating to the point that its dripping down the back of your neck) when I start to sweat like that but there was this guy sitting far enough away to possibly NOT notice the sweat or possibly close enough to, like, smell it?And no one else was around to distract. I didn't want to leave be/c I appreciated the sun and the proximity to my classroom but at the same rate, I was actually embarassed. He wasn't even noticing, but nowadays when I become the least bit self conscious, I begin to blush which - surprise - causes me to sweat even.more. Great. Whatever, this is the same kid I heard say during orientation (memory like an elephant I swear) something like "if you're not in my section, peace" - that is precisely when I started to hate school, turly, it was just like a wake up call that this isn't a place to meet or make friends, even if you just want a friend and not like, a date (which is the precise opposite, really, I can tell some people think that this is like an advanced singles scene and I hate it....) but it just felt like this whole process was so section oriented. Whatever, we're all doing the same material. I just thought that what he said was mean and I remembered it, oh yes. He's probably not friendless and alone as I would secretly wish for a comment like that (Its ORIENTATION, the goal is to make friends Cross Section) but still, I felt uncomfortable be/c I recognized this kid from a mean comment earlier and then started to think, hmm, i wonder if he can see/smell me sweat and if so, is he thinking something mean about me, personally? God, I never was like this but as school has progressed, I have gotten meaner so thus, everyone else has as well. Actually, before that thought, at first it was like, "is he in my section?..."no shit, I think that of nearly everyone that looks familiar BECAUSE for the first like two weeks I would sit with this kid that I was SURE was in my section and then one day, as I am taling to him, this other kid sits down and they start talking about classes and SURPRISE the kid is in a completely different section than me. I felt SO STUPID and I blushed and got up and left...like right then. Now whenever I see that kid, I think of that, and feel really stupid. I feel that way a lot. Seriously how did I not know that. Maybe he looks like someone in my section? I am not normally this idiotic but now, i'm gun shy.

Anyway. After sweating buckets I had class and like, yet another library tour?...yeah, my prof is so obsessed with the library its crazy. He's like an advertisement for the value of books - BOUND and PAGINATED, hardcore. I seriously haven't ever seen someone this juiced up about the library in my entire life. Its amusing. I envision his whole apartment as wall to wall books, all leather bound, all expertly archived, all specifically annotated and indexed. Crazy.

Alright, its midnight, tomorrow its fun times at the office and then torts. I cannot wait. Oh and if I thought this schedule sucks, was I wrong be/c - next semester, some sadomasochist decided to schedule 4 of our 5 classes all on Thursday. No joke, four in a row. Is that even legal? Seriously why does my section get all the shitty planning? I have no idea what will happen to me next semester. I just...thinking about tha tnow makes me want to sort of throw up? Yeah. Hopefully not since my bathroom is so spotless.

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Dear Nina, Heidi, Michael and ...whoever you are Guest Judge WHO CRIED??,


I understand that there is a certain amount of "innovation" that you look for in your clothes but your decision that Jeffrey presented the most high design aesthetic makes me want to rethink reading Elle, or shopping at Victoria's Secret, or even looking at the Michael Kors' collections at all.

Jeffrey as innovative? Thats about as true as saying that Betty Page, Betty Boop, and the rockabilly - esque femme meets Hot Topic look never happened. Have you ever been to a mall? I bet you haven't and thats okay be/c you work in high fashion but today...today today today was a different version of the field of fashion you employ yourselves in.

Have you ever been to the Metro in Chicago? I bet you haven't. You should go on a night where there is some sort of "punk" act playing. If you do, you will see Jeffrey's "innovation" splitting the seams of the building. His clothes are like the female equivilant to Elmer Ave. and that look really is on the way out. Jeffrey would be innovative if this was 1999, but it's 2006, and from what i can tell, fashion is no where near regressing to anything from the 90's - just be/c the 80's seemed to be revamped this past season doesn't necessarily mean that the 90's - the LATE 90's mind you - will follow.

I am so disappointed in you Judges. Really. I understand that it was slim pickings (Michael's collection was like all the rejected satin blend pantsuits from old 70's pornos and Charlie's Angels episodes, - honestly, I was waiting for the music to cue Bow Chika Bow Wow! but somehow...his was trashier; Laura, again, props for looking so tight when you're preggers, but you should just go work for Ann Taylor - start the evening wear division of her lines, Laura, really).

ULI - talk about all the right elements. It had range in both design and color - as opposed to Laura's noir feel, Michael's jungle safari funhouse and Jeffrey's Minnie Mouse palate. Goddamn you Project Runway. You looked fashion in the eye and SPIT IN IT.

Oh and also, what a great message this show sent. As if its not bad enough that I had to suffer through the EVER ILLUMINATING "drug addict turned good" story, now he's awarded for going $200 over - what if all the designers had been able to go $200 over and then just switch up pieces based on receipts or some shit? God. His collection was so, so bad. Leather skinny pants. Stripes and Polka Dots...ew ew ew.

If the goal was to alienate and make a point to the fashion world, good job, but if it was to accurately reflect what the word innovation mean, well, to be frank, that didn't happen all season so to start now is just lame lame lame...i'd have liked to have seen Alison up there if Innovation was so important. Not Laura. NOT JEFFREY. Le Sigh. I guess now Jeffrey can try to dress more women outside of his girlfriend with his handy, kitschy, and FUGLY styles. I just. I am in shock. The day I use a BRONZE ZIPPER as a seam is the day I get a lobotomy, be/c the two would never happen on their own. Maybe now that Jeffrey has won, he can go get a real haircut be/c the coonskin cap as hair style he's dragging around needs to be out...esps since there are mutated versions of it on his like 2 year old love child and on his "pointedly not his wife" girlfriend. Mullet? Fauxhawk? Just plain ugly? I can't even tell anymore.

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I don't wanna be a product of my environment, I want my environment to be a product of me.

I saw the Departed yesterday - it was way too long, like 45 minutes too long. 2.5 hours is quite a stretch, even when I'm staring at the relatively good looking faces of Nicholson, DiCaprio, Damen and...well, some woman who looked like she was from Eastern Europe. The movie was good - better and worse than I thought - better in the sense that I thought there would be more violence, worse than I thought in that I could sorta predict what was going to happen and (STOP READING IF YOU DON'T WISH TO RUIN THE END OF THE MOVIE) to be honest, I had this feeling that DiCaprio was going to die be/c there was no where else for him to go - like, how do you tie up that storyline when he is essentially a) family - less b) mentally f-ed up c) frantic and neurotic for the last 30 minutes of the movie...just doesn't transfer well to, say, living the "good life" somewhere else. It wasn't as clear to me if Damen would live or die - it would have been more of a sticker to have him keep living, alone, successful in being horrible, but then again, bringing back Dignam to finish him off was a great way to end it - and also, it was obvious they were going to bring him back - his character was way, way too intense to just lay low when the plot finally began to move. Nicholson was great - totally perfectly neurotic, old and crazy and just...not a nice guy in any way - if anyone felt a smudge of sympathy for him I don't know where they derived that from. He wasn't pure evil he was just gross and ugly and who can feel bad for that? His heavies were amusing, partly be/c two had thick Irish accents - love the accents. Alec Baldwin was funny too - very fitting, he seems to always play these like, mid management, sort of hating life but reveling in the small amount of power they have characters. Anyway. Good flick altogether.

I just finished all my property work for the week so I can focus exclusively on Contracts - my Torts stuff is already done. I am so nervous for this midterm that I just want to clear the week to focus exclusively on that damn exam. I am freaking out - I really hope these concept start to come together as I study more but its tough to say what will happen at 8am on Friday morning. All I can say is that after 950, I will feel much, much better. Esps be/c I need to then finish my second memo which is due on that Tuesday. Goddamn this schedule sucks. Its not going to get better until I am done with finals. I have already resigned myself to that. Thanksgiving is going to suck be/c I will absolutely not be able to enjoy myself at home.

In other news Eduardo and I are this close to booking our flights and hotel for Spain - I can't wait to spend the new year overseas* We're departing on the 27th and returning on the 2nd. I really need this break. Its like the only thing keeping me going. Especially be/c when I get back, I get to take 5 classes! I don't know whats going to happen with working at the firm - I just, I am not sure if i'll have any time to give them. Sigh - too much planning ahead I guess.

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forget about your last goodbye's and you'll be sorry's
I am not going to pretend to be above liking pop music. Spitalfield's new album has a track entitled Secrets in Mirrors. I am not sure what that really means. To me, it makes me think about slumber parties circa 1995, when I was 14, and we'd play games like ... well I can't remember the name right now but it involved invoking this woman in a mirror by saying her name"mary" like 5 times or something. I'm totally not getting that from the song and the lyrics...so I doubt thats what it is implying - it sounds more like making a mistake or something...as I adeptly attune myself to the phrase "we've gone about this all wrong." Whatever, I still love it. I love bad music, what can i say...i use that word "bad" in a way that obviously includes poppy rock and less obviously excludes music played on the radio...so. Thoughts for the day.

Last night I was completely wiped out. I don' t know why thursdays are so hard for me - its like I can go quite strong from M-Th, but come Th night, so tired. Friday is another redeemable day - I can study straight through the day and night but Thursdays...no, not going to happen. I worked on some LS exercises, and that was pretty bad. My brain just didn't have the patience to scour the manual and piece together the relevant rules for one hypo exercise. I threw the book down and screamed Fuck you ALWD. Trying again today, in a calmer and more resigned mood, I actually did much better - 5/6 but it didn't diminish the loathing feeling that resides in my stomach when it comes to these stupid exercises. I mean, I really, really, and I say this with some experience, doubt that the Sup Ct or App Ct turns down briefs for spacing errors. Andnotlikeobviousones like that but more like So. 2d or So.2d. Whatever.

I am really excited that today is Friday be/c that means a few things for me: 1. Seeing the Departed tonight (HOLY CRAP IM SO EXCITED). 2. Probably going out to dinner. 3. Can sleep in tomorrow (anything past 6am is GREAT NEWS). 4. Two days of uninterrupted studying for my Contracts midterm. Hmm, thats just incredibly exciting and is really the good life, isn't it? I feel as though my outline is sort of weak so having this time to reevaluate and look over the samples will be so reassuring for me. I also finished the FOUR HOUR LS library research - thank God for that.

Basically my mind is completely dominated with school out of necessity and fear. I have gotten picked on a bit too much these last couple classes - not really liking that. I'm never egregiously wrong and no one points and laughs but lets just say I am never ever 100% confident about my thoughts nowadays...the certainty of me v the certainty of the law and the certainty of what the prof wants are never symetrical.

Finally, I watched the last half of that show Ugly Betty last night. Its weird. Half comedy half movie/drama half...just odd almost Christian like morals being pushed...but it is ABC so...anyway, to my surprise, Eric Mabius, who some may remember as 1) the mean dean from the OC who wanted marissa and ryan OUT and 2) the gay football player in Cruel Intentions, stars with jet black, super cute hair. It was a perplexing 30 minutes for me as I tried to make sense of just what the overall "aim" of the show is, outside of lasting past the pilot. I am still a little confused but will probably keep watching...thats what they do, hook you in and then you're addicted.

One more thing, last night I was trying to figure out David Lynch's new movie (can you tell I really was unmotivated last night?) and I somehow got linked on Wikipedia to Kyle Maclachlan's page and I saw the most amazing thing. Really, you MUST check this out. These people are after my own heart. THESE ARE REALLY HIS DOGS. Make sure you watch the You Tube episode too. AMAZING. Makes me love him more.

Okay and then this: I really want to go to Tehran. Eduardo spoke to his friend Sassan last night who has a home there and I think it might happen. I need to figure out if i'll be allowed back in to America cause thats really the defining make or break factor but I really want to go, maybe this summer. We also are planning on hopefully going back to the UK sooner than later, what with the realization of the giant SLIDES in the Tate Modern. They had nothing like that when we were there this past Spring. Giant slides as art, and, as the artist stated, possibly as a part of public transit someday. Can you imagine that? Sliding your way to work. As much as I want that to happen, its probably not likely but I appreciate that somewhere, there is an artist/engineer possibly trying to orchestrate it for our future.

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WHAT A WASTER

No one ever said they didn't fight dirty but this is just taking my hatred for the Republican party to an all time high. Seriously. Own up to the shit you do - I guess its never going to happen with Iraq but this is unacceptable. He's one of yours. Deal with it Republicans. And Fox news.

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SHUT UP GEORGE CLOONEY

I don't know why I bother with him. Why do I click on those links? Do I really care about George Clooney? I must. I am morbidly fascinated with his old "matinee idol" standing, and truth be told, I find him attractive...but this has taken a turn for the worse. Not only am I annoyed to find out (through like 16th person sources a/k/a blogs) that he has shirts that read "George Clooney 2008" but now, he's trying to outwit the paps.

First of all, does the paparazzi even care about him? I feel like he's not nearly as scandalous, or as young, as is required to adorn the covers of US Weekly or People (that magazine has been around for so, so long, its unreal). I do not read those magazines so for all I know, he's splashed all over it, on Lake Como in his Italian villa, reading like...the Atlantic Monthly...drinking wine...thinking about how smart he is...is that really something that people who read US Weekly and People really care about? I think not, and so I say, George, stop pretending people outside of the over 40 circle really care about your going ons. I don't, and I have a very select interest in Celeb Gossip (read: ...um, well I used to and let me tell you, that baby Suri is one cute kid) and George C is def not on that Must Read/Must See/Must Spend $4 To Look At Glossy Pics/list. Anyway, I read enough to know that he has a strategy (and btw, how amazingly indicative of how UNQUALIFIED HE IS to run for president with this half ass, not witty strategy) of how to out wit those nasty little snappers - just date everyone! One girl one day, some startlet another, some socialite the next...and then he made some lame ass comment about Leo DiCaprio. Whatever, you're NOT FUNNY. And f- you Associated Press for wasting time and a writer on THIS CRAP. I thought that there was some "real" issues going on (some pedophile in denial republican blaming a clergyman for his porno im's and texts to some 16 year old boy; North korea about to test some nukes; yet ANOTHER school shooting - 2/3 which focused on killing and molesting females only;...and you know, that pesky war in Iraq)...so to spend time on GEORGE CLOONEY'S THOUGHTS HAS REALLY PUT MY DISDAIN INTO THE STAGE OF PURE HATE FOR CELEBRITY ACTIVISTS. THEY GET NEEDLESS PRESS FOR DOING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING IN "REAL"NEWS SOURCES. This isn't the Superficial folks. Its the AP, its CNN. COME ON.

...phew. okay, tantrum done.

I am sort of hating everything lately though so whatever... Today some bus driver said something to me and I just stared him down. He backed off. He did, seriously. He said something to me I didn't hear, I took off the headphones and said "excuse me?" and he repeated it (wasn't.listening) and I just stared...and he said never mind. Honestly, this also stems from being really damn tired of being sexually harassed. So for not talking to me further, I say: THANK YOU.

To be honest, I wasn't proud be/c I realized just how mean I can be and thats not nice. I really tried to be nice to the barista's later, but overall, today's lesson was: I was just amazed that the tactic of when I don't respond and just "look" at someone, they'll shut up. Oh, if only it were that simple in all my annoyances. That'd be like magic. I don't like you. You bother me. Shut up. Put your hand down. Yes, i'm in a bitchy mood but SO WHAT. At least i'm not taking this out on someone who really matters to me. Maybe I really am a mean person. Or maybe I am just really tired of feeling like what matters in the world, what we need people to think about, gets completely shut down when someone who CLAIMS to care about global affairs surfaces as the truly selfish and egotistic ass that he is - and yes, George Clooney, I am directing this at you. If you really cared about the world, you'd shut up and not "boggle our minds" with that sad, pathetic, and incredibly over fed ego of yours.

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BABY R.I.P.

My dog died after 16 years of being with us. I burst into tears upon hearing the news...it's going to be different to not go home to her.:(

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evidently its totally hot.


I know I blogged about my inability to locate black nailpolish at walgreens the other night, and how strange I found that to be, but today when Eduardo and I embarked on a short shopping trip for a variety of goods (brita water filter anyone?), this search took a turn for the worst.

I suppose its only natural that I haven't been able to keep tabs on the trends - but black nail polish is evidently quite en vogue, much to my chagrin. Goddamnit. I haven't really kept up with my monthly reading of W and Vogue - the last two months have been sitting on my coffee table, gathering dust. I suppose if i'd read them, i'd have known how trendy black nail polish is. I made the mistake of going to Nordstroms and asking first the Chanel counter girl who then asked the Yves St. Laurent counter girl if they had any black nail lacquer and got an earful. Seriously this world of retail sales is too much for me. She like was amazed that I was asking for it - because its been out for SEVEN WEEKS and now its being sold on Ebay for $90 dollars. Whatever lady. Back off. And then she like kept yelling at us as we walked away from her, just SO INCREDIBLY DUMBFOUNDED that we had the audacity to ask for BLACK NAILPOLISH. It was like asking for the ungettable and just our inquiry was enough to send her into a rage of "you've got to be kidding me." It was beyond annoying. So I left and went to Sephora. They (SHOCK AND AWE) had black nailpolish - just three bottles, smallsized, I bought two and left the last one for another person, presumably as awestruck as I am about how impossible the black nailpolish is to get. So annoying. So glad Eduardo was there. He summed it up back "that girl was crazy and it was sort of like, 'we weren't even TALKING to you.' " Not like that mattered. I guess this is sort of a call to arms - go to any department store and inquire about black nailpolish and see how the counter staff reacts - epic proportions of panic, probably. Unreal.

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must be a Kill Hannah show coming or something

I guess the timing of my sort of half - panic state, all the time, makes sense. I have midterms coming up and as of right now, I am not even sure if I could recite anything regarding future interests if you asked me. Property is really, really bad right now- I have bought flashcards, the supplemental text and also will get the examples and explanations book. Thats fine by me. Its just frustrating, really be/c of my professor and that explanation is best left for an in person repartee. Plus its just bad form to trash a prof online.

In other news, I am still (woo) covered under my health insurance until October 1. I went and filled all my prescriptions today just for good measure and had to wait about 20 minutes. Their magazine section at Walgreens was beyond dismal - no, I am not interested in celeb fashions - all the secrets to their hottest styles! and I really could care less about most women's magazines that aren't mostly about "real" fashion...so I read Esquire. I am not sure if I've ever really become agitated more than when I think about the disparities between men and women's magazines. Seriously. Men's magazines have articles regarding relevant political issues, and articles about sex, and articles about what to wear, but its equal parts ridiculousness and somewhat more valuable reading than Glamour or Cosmo or even Elle - its just so celebrity saturated and sex oriented to please him, and relationship advice and its just phooey, I hate them. I hate how the articles about relevant topics are about being raped and surviving (which is commendable), or birth control issues, or how to handle menstral cramps or the annoying co worker or what is he thinking? Yuck.

So instead of using more brain cells for that, I searched for a dark, dark, nearly black shade of nail polish ... nothing, not even in the crappy Wet and Wild section. I suddenly was hit with this thought that there must be a Kill Hannah show coming up and the need to look goth + retro + fashionable was oh so necessary. Whatever, i'm hypocritical, I know but I was annoyed on top of the aggravation I had for a) Property and b) the magazine problem I just outlined.

Thats it. Oh, I went running today, first time in like...oh a month or so and it was fine. Nice to run with an IPOD without the threat of the SAD MAC face and the hard drive crashing. I love my new nano.

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I'm a little dismayed. I had thought PROJECT RUNWAY was going to be on tonight but...no. I did watch two hours (thats right) of America's Next Top Model. I can't decide if Tyra Banks wants to mother or smother these girls. She's weird. Not very descriptive but its all that I can think of when I see or hear or watch her, esps in the show. I don't have any real favorites yet, and I may not pick any as that just leads to disappointment - you know, all my pics recently (a/k/a Alison from PROJECT RUNWAY) haven't really suceeded.

So be/c I booked three, yes three, hours of tv time, I am watching Kidnapped right now...its amazing the effect Michael Mann has had on portraying kidnappings. I sort of feel like I am watching Man On Fire but yet, its with...Manhattanites, not MexicoCity-ans. But anyway, there are some familiar faces in this show thus far - the alien from the Forgotten who just wouldn't die, and then the Creepy Shoe Guy from a Season Two Sex and the City episode (here, he's playing, surprise! a creepy assassin) and then there's Elton from Clueless. I see Jeremy Sisto and I see Elton, and then I hear Brittany Murphy's character, Ty, singing "rollin' with the homies." Oh the 90's.

This is just like a prolonged movie. I like it so far. These shows are really allowing me to avoid having any actual contact...its all like, myspace and tv. OH! And now, the guy that Miranda had great sex with on Sex and the City, the one who is the translator and came back during Carrie's book party, has shown up as another kidnapper. This is like a reunion for the men of Sex and the City. I wonder who else will pop up.

One more thing about Myspace - the attorney, my favorite, that I work with today, told me that Myspace is really the defning line between his generation (33) and my generation (25). I guess I see it...he just doesn't understand it and I suppose that I don't really think to understand it. The generational line. Indeed.

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"If you want to know what I find attractive, take a look at the 2006 Portugal Futbol Team."


I have had an interesting couple weeks. A couple great quotes:

"I'll take you out to dinner little one, wherever you want...as long as its not that crap vegetarian hut on Halsted. Bleh." Eduardo's offer of dinner to alleviate stress.

"You say 'she's from Minnesota' like I know what that means...I have a better idea of what Candyland looks like than I do Minnesota." Rob, responding to why I like a classmate of mine, who is also from MN, a reason I gave for why I like her.

"I can't' wait until the new Harry Potter comes out...get some magic back in my life." Eduardo, for no apparent reason at all.

And the subject quote, from me, re: what I think is attractive.

I saw the movie The Last Kiss - there were lines. Fucking Zach Braff and "his dull eyes" (from Eduardo). The movie was just sort of...okay. Sad. Predictable. Indie. I am even more excited to see The Science of Sleep this weekend...anyway. My mother has changed her flight + hotel to the weekend following when she was originally supposed to come be/c of the Country Living Home and Garden show at the Chicago Botanical Gardens...thats where i'll be that Saturday, Eduardo too...be/c there is no where else I'd like to be on a day "off" than with a bunch of women (really, probably mostly women) looking at Cornucopia and potpourri.. I love my mom but sometimes I forget about how...well, Mom like she is.

Finally, my myspace addiction is still able to feed despite my lack of time. I guess that shows how dedicated I am to wasting time.


Oh and last night my computer literally would shut down upon starting it up for 5 hours. 5 hours on a Sunday pm when I had a lot to do...yeah, it was bad, switching between panic and calm, tense and frantic. Eduardo and I fixed it but...I really fear that it will start to freeze up again. Cross your fingers.

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