My inability to get any work done is pretty disgusting right now. This makes me nervous for the week leading up to Christmas/New Years/Best Two Weeks off from work ever.
I am counting down the hours until 1 pm when I get to leave work... considering reading the next Twilight book in a discrete manner... I mean it's taunting me right now... just sitting on my desk...
In other news, it's raining here and it is AWESOME. I plan on spending the afternoon curled up with a cup of tea.
AND IN OTHER NEWS, I am getting my haircut today. This people, is HUGE, because I am not going to Supercuts, oh no. And I am not even going to that cheap-o barber shop (for ladies too) in Venice that I went to last time, no my friends I am going to a REAL salon. OMG TOES SO EXCITED. Well sort of. Excited to have a haircut (I'm thinking LAYERS!) which I will immediately regret because my hair will be shorter/different/not the moviestar hairstyle I envisioned, and then I will hate when I have to pay over $60 for it. DUDE, being a girl SUCKS sometimes.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tween Girl Fandom Crossover to take place? Dear God, I hope not.
From MTV Movies Blog:
Here are my thoughts: NO.
‘Hills’ Star Audrina Patridge Confesses ‘Twilight’ Love, Campaigns For Role In Sequels
She’s one of reality television’s biggest stars, and a budding movie performer in her own right. But what does “The Hills” star Audrina Patridge really want?
“I want to meet an Edward!” the 23-year-old excitedly revealed to MTV News on the set of her new movie “Sorority Row,” where she shocked us by professing her love for “Twilight.”
“I’m obsessed. I love it. And I think the fourth book was the best,” she said, taking a stand against all the haters who decried “Breaking Dawn.” “I’m still on the bandwagon. I love that book.”
In fact, Audrina is so up on the series that she’s already campaigning to be a part of it, telling us she’d love to be thought of as a potential cast member for the next two adaptations.
“I would definitely love to play one of the vampires. I don’t know which one because there’s so many in the forth book that come in,” she enthused. “I’d have to go in and read all the vampires again and see which one I’d absolutely want to play, but I would love to [be a part of it]!”
She’s Team Edward all the way, but does Audrina Patridge have the right stuff to be in the “Twilight” movie? What do you think Twilighters? Is there a role you think she could play well? Would you want to see her alongside your beloved Edward and Bella? Sound off on your thoughts below!
Here are my thoughts: NO.
Why do I love LA?
When I walk into work in the morning to discover a TV show being filmed in my office building.
The excitement of seeing a set, and watching something film, will never underwhlem me. It reminds me why I moved here and reignites my general enthusiasm for whatever is to come.
The excitement of seeing a set, and watching something film, will never underwhlem me. It reminds me why I moved here and reignites my general enthusiasm for whatever is to come.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
this requires a Kinko's trip
Let's pretend for a moment that I am a tween girl (which I am, at heart... and really in all ways except for actual age)... Welcome to the next poster to adorn my wall:
(Ignore the lughead on the left, he shall be cropped).
(Ignore the lughead on the left, he shall be cropped).
In case you doubted my sick little romantic heart...
One of the movies we watched over the weekend was one of my all time faves: Up Close & Personal. LOVE IT. Have seen it a disgusting amount of times. Have lines memorized. Temporarily considered a path as TV reporter because of this flick. Besides the compelling story and romance, the best part would be the Celine Dion "Because You Loved Me" romance montage (obv) but as I've recently discovered the actual music video, I think we have a new winner:
I especially enjoy how Celine's voice sounds like a robot with the opening "For all those times..."
I especially enjoy how Celine's voice sounds like a robot with the opening "For all those times..."
Back to Reality (TV)
Who caught The Hills last night? Obviously I did. And wow was it a gem of an episode. If anything, we learned again that Heidi is an ugly plastic doll who has completely fried her hair on a flat iron and/or crimper and both Lauren and Audrina are batshit crazy. However, I remain Team LC.
On a side note, the blowout fight at Winston's at the end of the episode was awesome. First of all, who attempts to "talk it out" at a night club (?), but really I want to just go over the best exchange of the night, when these rivals were discussing whether or not LC hooked up with J-Bob:
Lauren: Tell me what I've done to you to make you think I'm capable of doing this.
Audrina: You want me to sit here and make you a list?
Lauren: Yeah I do.
Audrina: You guys have been flirting before...
Lauren: (said in a heightened tone, sheer disgust in her voice) Flirting? I would rather kill myself than hook up with him. He is disgusting. Justin disgusts me.
Lauren I totes understand. I too would rather kill myself than hook up with Justin Bobby. Ick. But you're totally badass for saying that.
On a side note, the blowout fight at Winston's at the end of the episode was awesome. First of all, who attempts to "talk it out" at a night club (?), but really I want to just go over the best exchange of the night, when these rivals were discussing whether or not LC hooked up with J-Bob:
Lauren: Tell me what I've done to you to make you think I'm capable of doing this.
Audrina: You want me to sit here and make you a list?
Lauren: Yeah I do.
Audrina: You guys have been flirting before...
Lauren: (said in a heightened tone, sheer disgust in her voice) Flirting? I would rather kill myself than hook up with him. He is disgusting. Justin disgusts me.
Lauren I totes understand. I too would rather kill myself than hook up with Justin Bobby. Ick. But you're totally badass for saying that.
MUAHAHAHA
Ha. Good luck Ann. If you need any tips I would offer to help get you through this, however, I find you to be a vile human being, and thus I shall enjoy the various, sure to be entertaining headlines, such as "Coulter's Jaw Wired Shut in time for Thanksgiving." Sweet irony.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Disease of the Week
Pre-Holiday General Function Incapacity & Blockage (PHGFIB)
In which you are unable to accomplish anything at work
Symptoms
Excessive emailing to friends regarding insignificant topics (i.e. Twilight, prematurely planning birthday parties, Bollywood)
Extended lunches at Panda Express
Instant knowledge of certain despicable Hills stars' Mexican weddings
Inability to remember anything that happened earlier that day
Desire to leave work at 4 pm because it's getting dark out
Constant daydreaming about huge success of first novel
Constant daydreaming about dating Robert Pattinson
Treatment
None; just make it to Wednesday afternoon...
In which you are unable to accomplish anything at work
Symptoms
Excessive emailing to friends regarding insignificant topics (i.e. Twilight, prematurely planning birthday parties, Bollywood)
Extended lunches at Panda Express
Instant knowledge of certain despicable Hills stars' Mexican weddings
Inability to remember anything that happened earlier that day
Desire to leave work at 4 pm because it's getting dark out
Constant daydreaming about huge success of first novel
Constant daydreaming about dating Robert Pattinson
Treatment
None; just make it to Wednesday afternoon...
Victims of the Galvatron
In all my mooning over Twilight I have completely forgotten another weekend highlight, which would be the activities of Saturday night.
Around 5 pm I cracked open a bottle of wine (Oooh, Charles Shaw! I thought, before realizing it was Trader Joe's infamous Two Buck Chuck) and by 7:30 pm was headed to the first bar of the evening, in Venice. It was the start to quite an epic night, including a venture Downtown, extended sweaty dancing at our favorite Hollywood bar, oddly(perfectly?) named Happy Ending, and culminating with a late night stop at In N Out, where I realized I truly have lived here for more than a year when I can perfectly rattle off my order in a drunken state (Cheeseburger Protein Style, Fries Well Done). And by the way, when I tell other people we made this Venice-Downtown-Hollywood venture (in bed by 3 am), they look at me as if I told them I started the night in Boston, made a quick appearance in DC, then finished the evening in New York.
Anyway, the highlight of all this was, without question, the trek downtown, where rather than go to one of the many classy/hipster establishments, we met up for a birthday party at a... strip mall. Yep. There we were in Little Tokyo, at a karaoke bar with an odd combo theme of Christmas and a French dinner party. Seriously, there were Santa Clause hats adorning the walls yet all the Japanese waitresses--who spoke little to no English, which made it very difficult when ordering drinks, I might add--were wearing slutty French maid outfites. It was strange.
However this bar seems to have something of a following, if not for its incredible karaoke (all the music videos matched up with songs that appeared to be oddly gathered clips taken from a Japanese soap opera about roaming the street wandering... or something) but for its speciality drink THE GALVATRON. What is this Galvatron, you might wonder? Well, why should I explain it when you can learn all in this PHENOMENAL video. (Seriously, this vid is worth your while.)
In other news, Galvatrons appear to be quite harmful to your health, as we witnessed various participants in this drinking ritual succumb to its dangers later (i.e. drink throwing, vomiting against walls). But the song makes up for EVERYTHING.
Around 5 pm I cracked open a bottle of wine (Oooh, Charles Shaw! I thought, before realizing it was Trader Joe's infamous Two Buck Chuck) and by 7:30 pm was headed to the first bar of the evening, in Venice. It was the start to quite an epic night, including a venture Downtown, extended sweaty dancing at our favorite Hollywood bar, oddly(perfectly?) named Happy Ending, and culminating with a late night stop at In N Out, where I realized I truly have lived here for more than a year when I can perfectly rattle off my order in a drunken state (Cheeseburger Protein Style, Fries Well Done). And by the way, when I tell other people we made this Venice-Downtown-Hollywood venture (in bed by 3 am), they look at me as if I told them I started the night in Boston, made a quick appearance in DC, then finished the evening in New York.
Anyway, the highlight of all this was, without question, the trek downtown, where rather than go to one of the many classy/hipster establishments, we met up for a birthday party at a... strip mall. Yep. There we were in Little Tokyo, at a karaoke bar with an odd combo theme of Christmas and a French dinner party. Seriously, there were Santa Clause hats adorning the walls yet all the Japanese waitresses--who spoke little to no English, which made it very difficult when ordering drinks, I might add--were wearing slutty French maid outfites. It was strange.
However this bar seems to have something of a following, if not for its incredible karaoke (all the music videos matched up with songs that appeared to be oddly gathered clips taken from a Japanese soap opera about roaming the street wandering... or something) but for its speciality drink THE GALVATRON. What is this Galvatron, you might wonder? Well, why should I explain it when you can learn all in this PHENOMENAL video. (Seriously, this vid is worth your while.)
In other news, Galvatrons appear to be quite harmful to your health, as we witnessed various participants in this drinking ritual succumb to its dangers later (i.e. drink throwing, vomiting against walls). But the song makes up for EVERYTHING.
Who the F keeps stealing my string cheese from the fridge at work?
SERIOUSLY PEOPLE. THAT SHIT IS NOT UP FOR GRABS.
I cannot believe I am posting this but...
Heidi and Spencer (from The Hills, natch) got "secretly" married last Thursday. Look for it on the cover of your next Us Weekly. And look for me, dead inside.
In Which Stamos Reverts to her Twelve-Year-Old Self
I remember the first time I saw Titanic. I was in eighth grade and I went with some of my best friends to see the movie at the local “Flagship Cinema.” Three hours and fifteen minutes later I was a complete utter mess. I remember one of my friends’ moms dropped me off at my house after the movie, and I walked through the front door, sobbing to my mother, clutching my chest thinking HOW COULD I POSSIBLY DO ANYTHING RIGHT NOW WHEN JACK, oh my dear JACK was DEAD IN THE OCEAN SOMEWHERE OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. And then I had to go babysit for some bratty kids who lived in a McMansion in West Falmouth and I was so far gone on tears and grief and love for Leo and the whole story and the entire thing that I wouldn’t shut up about it to the kids and later the parents when the dad drove me home and I don’t think I ever babysat there again but it didn’t matter because I had a future with Leo to plan.
By the time Titanic left theaters I saw it eight times. EIGHT TIMES. Yes, I spent well over a day in my life, in a movie theater, watching Titanic. I saved every movie stub, and almost instantly started to accumulate various movie paraphernalia. I think the obsession peaked when I took a framed letter of my brother’s acceptance letter to Williams College and put a photo of Leo DiCaprio over his treasured note. (My mother swiftly replaced his letter and got me a frame of my very own).
During the ’97 Oscars I won a local contest at the video store for accurately guessing the winner of the top 8 awards. All of them. My prize? A Phillips Boom Box. It was awesome. That was the year Titanic won Best Picture, and the year my film obsession started to border on the unhealthy (the TV obsession had already begun with The X-Files two years previous, and a combination of weird X-Files and cheesy Titanic posters adorned my walls for the next 6 years). In eighth grade my pop culture love was fully fledged and Titanic had released the beast within.
Since then, my insanity for various television and film has cyclically waxed and waned, but there’s always been something I’ve followed obsessively, complete with moments of full blown devotion, culminating in an ultimate loss of interest and moving on to the next captivating thing.
The point of all this ruminating? Well this weekend I saw Twilight. Not once, oh no. But twice. Honestly, that is the first time in a long time I can remember going to see the same movie twice in one weekend. And the thing is, I wouldn’t even consider it a good movie. Let me begin by saying I don’t think the book is all that great. Sure, it’s for tweens, but it is certainly not as well-written as Harry Potter and obviously comes nowhere close to the His Dark Materials trilogy. It’s essentially fanfic that tapped into a strange American pop culture captivation with vampires, teen angst, and what every woman secretly (or not so secretly) craves—true love with a devoted, godlike man. I read the entire first book on a plane ride—it’s definitely fun and entertaining and I might recommend it to people, at the very least because it’s fun to get swept away in the obsession and the phenomenon.
The movie was... well... AMAZING. In that, bad camp sort of way. So maybe not so good. Parts of it were well done, like the relationship between Bella and her father, and the depiction of the other high school kids, and the chemistry between Kristen Stewart and Rob Pattinson was great. But the lines were so cheesy and some of the effects were so poor, and the delivery was almost miserable at some parts. However—it really was INCREDIBLE. Incredibly bad in a way—so bad it was good—but also it was a pretty fair adaptation of the book, and for the sappy romantics out there, it certainly was fulfilling. (Confused by this drivel? Obviously I myself am confused because I can't even articulate my feelings about the movie...)
OH BUT the best part was the first time I saw it when I was at the Arclight, which is definitely THE place to go for a big cult movie. The fans were crazy women who cheered at every moment—when the lights went down, at the main title card, when the kid who plays Jacob popped up on screen, and oh the crowd just died for Rob Pattinson.
Let’s be honest, I could watch Rob Pattinson read a phone book for two hours and be happy and I think watching him onscreen made the movie that much better. That man is insanely ATTRACTIVE (AND HE SINGS!!!! FANGIRL SCREAM!!!!!). And the whole thing is so incredibly... campy cheesy bad/amazing (?) that I really can’t help but be obsessed. Also, I think the fact that it is bad in a sort of hilarious way (I mean I literally was dying laughing at some of the painfully bad moments) makes it better. After each viewing I was pretty jazzed. Going with both roommates last night was hilarious. Annie had already seen it at the midnight showing on Thursday and was totally onboard the obsessed ship (had read the books too) where as poor DiTonto was quite miserable (her distaste and anger watching Gossip Girl should have clued us into her likely contempt for the Twilight cheese) but she too was loving Rob Pattinson (I caught her later that night downloading every available song of his and doing a little internet research into his love life. HAH!).
My conclusions after a very fangirly weekend: Thank God Twilight hadn’t come out during my Titanic days because I don’t think my fragile heart could have endured it. Paramore didn’t exist then to write emo rock ballads and the internet boom wasn’t there to make countless interview hours of various movie-related material available 24/7. Back then it was just Celine Dion and mix tapes I made listening to 97.9 for weekly Top 40s on the radio. Still, if Twilight had come out then, I would have likely been dangerously obsessed. Cried myself to sleep obsessed... (I remember thinking that even though Leo was 9 years older than me, it would still be okay for our eventual marriage—we could endure such an age difference, especially after he would fall desperately in love with me).
Okay, sure right now I am listening to the Twilight soundtrack on repeat and I may have watched many a RPattz (look he’s got a nickname!) interview on YouTube, but I’m pretty sure that at my soon-to-be-25 years of age, I can manage this obsession. I’ll skip viewing the movie eight times in the theater... but I can’t wait for the DVD. And I still have two more of the books to read to satiate my obsession until then...
By the time Titanic left theaters I saw it eight times. EIGHT TIMES. Yes, I spent well over a day in my life, in a movie theater, watching Titanic. I saved every movie stub, and almost instantly started to accumulate various movie paraphernalia. I think the obsession peaked when I took a framed letter of my brother’s acceptance letter to Williams College and put a photo of Leo DiCaprio over his treasured note. (My mother swiftly replaced his letter and got me a frame of my very own).
During the ’97 Oscars I won a local contest at the video store for accurately guessing the winner of the top 8 awards. All of them. My prize? A Phillips Boom Box. It was awesome. That was the year Titanic won Best Picture, and the year my film obsession started to border on the unhealthy (the TV obsession had already begun with The X-Files two years previous, and a combination of weird X-Files and cheesy Titanic posters adorned my walls for the next 6 years). In eighth grade my pop culture love was fully fledged and Titanic had released the beast within.
Since then, my insanity for various television and film has cyclically waxed and waned, but there’s always been something I’ve followed obsessively, complete with moments of full blown devotion, culminating in an ultimate loss of interest and moving on to the next captivating thing.
The point of all this ruminating? Well this weekend I saw Twilight. Not once, oh no. But twice. Honestly, that is the first time in a long time I can remember going to see the same movie twice in one weekend. And the thing is, I wouldn’t even consider it a good movie. Let me begin by saying I don’t think the book is all that great. Sure, it’s for tweens, but it is certainly not as well-written as Harry Potter and obviously comes nowhere close to the His Dark Materials trilogy. It’s essentially fanfic that tapped into a strange American pop culture captivation with vampires, teen angst, and what every woman secretly (or not so secretly) craves—true love with a devoted, godlike man. I read the entire first book on a plane ride—it’s definitely fun and entertaining and I might recommend it to people, at the very least because it’s fun to get swept away in the obsession and the phenomenon.
The movie was... well... AMAZING. In that, bad camp sort of way. So maybe not so good. Parts of it were well done, like the relationship between Bella and her father, and the depiction of the other high school kids, and the chemistry between Kristen Stewart and Rob Pattinson was great. But the lines were so cheesy and some of the effects were so poor, and the delivery was almost miserable at some parts. However—it really was INCREDIBLE. Incredibly bad in a way—so bad it was good—but also it was a pretty fair adaptation of the book, and for the sappy romantics out there, it certainly was fulfilling. (Confused by this drivel? Obviously I myself am confused because I can't even articulate my feelings about the movie...)
OH BUT the best part was the first time I saw it when I was at the Arclight, which is definitely THE place to go for a big cult movie. The fans were crazy women who cheered at every moment—when the lights went down, at the main title card, when the kid who plays Jacob popped up on screen, and oh the crowd just died for Rob Pattinson.
Let’s be honest, I could watch Rob Pattinson read a phone book for two hours and be happy and I think watching him onscreen made the movie that much better. That man is insanely ATTRACTIVE (AND HE SINGS!!!! FANGIRL SCREAM!!!!!). And the whole thing is so incredibly... campy cheesy bad/amazing (?) that I really can’t help but be obsessed. Also, I think the fact that it is bad in a sort of hilarious way (I mean I literally was dying laughing at some of the painfully bad moments) makes it better. After each viewing I was pretty jazzed. Going with both roommates last night was hilarious. Annie had already seen it at the midnight showing on Thursday and was totally onboard the obsessed ship (had read the books too) where as poor DiTonto was quite miserable (her distaste and anger watching Gossip Girl should have clued us into her likely contempt for the Twilight cheese) but she too was loving Rob Pattinson (I caught her later that night downloading every available song of his and doing a little internet research into his love life. HAH!).
My conclusions after a very fangirly weekend: Thank God Twilight hadn’t come out during my Titanic days because I don’t think my fragile heart could have endured it. Paramore didn’t exist then to write emo rock ballads and the internet boom wasn’t there to make countless interview hours of various movie-related material available 24/7. Back then it was just Celine Dion and mix tapes I made listening to 97.9 for weekly Top 40s on the radio. Still, if Twilight had come out then, I would have likely been dangerously obsessed. Cried myself to sleep obsessed... (I remember thinking that even though Leo was 9 years older than me, it would still be okay for our eventual marriage—we could endure such an age difference, especially after he would fall desperately in love with me).
Okay, sure right now I am listening to the Twilight soundtrack on repeat and I may have watched many a RPattz (look he’s got a nickname!) interview on YouTube, but I’m pretty sure that at my soon-to-be-25 years of age, I can manage this obsession. I’ll skip viewing the movie eight times in the theater... but I can’t wait for the DVD. And I still have two more of the books to read to satiate my obsession until then...
Morning News Roundup
A highlight from my Monday morning blog/news reading extravaganza:
Clearly, the Huffington Post is shit out of luck with good stories to report now that the election is over. Yes, this was an image capture I grabbed from the front page. What a happy day it is when I get to determine whether or not a mustache belongs to a porn star or a democrat...
Clearly, the Huffington Post is shit out of luck with good stories to report now that the election is over. Yes, this was an image capture I grabbed from the front page. What a happy day it is when I get to determine whether or not a mustache belongs to a porn star or a democrat...
Friday, November 21, 2008
This Makes Me Oh So Happy
Children be warned, the dangers of pot brownies are seen in the following:
Oh and I especially like the person off-camera who is snort laughing because that would totally be me.
Oh and I especially like the person off-camera who is snort laughing because that would totally be me.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Quick Thought
It's a weird day for me so I am just going to post a quick thought...
I am incredibly lucky person and for as much bitching as I do, I couldn't be more thankful for all that I have. It's an exciting time to be living in the United States, and personally, it's an exciting time in my life, drastically different from any other point.
I guess I hope that everyone takes a moment at some point... maybe today... maybe on Thanksgiving, maybe some other time... to remember that we are all so incredibly fortunate, each on our own way.
With that, I'm off. Back to normal tomorrow.
I am incredibly lucky person and for as much bitching as I do, I couldn't be more thankful for all that I have. It's an exciting time to be living in the United States, and personally, it's an exciting time in my life, drastically different from any other point.
I guess I hope that everyone takes a moment at some point... maybe today... maybe on Thanksgiving, maybe some other time... to remember that we are all so incredibly fortunate, each on our own way.
With that, I'm off. Back to normal tomorrow.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Obsession of the Moment: Recession Special
You absolutely MUST check out Mint. It is the coolest, most helpful, most personal bettering (that a word?) website I think I have ever stumbled upon.
Essentially it's meant to help you pay bills, balance a budget (which it creates for you based on your income and financial transactions) and generally show you how you use and spend in the most easy-to-understand way possible. SO GOOD.
Now I have to go spend some money on things I can't afford, so you should go ahead and check out this site. Your wallet will thank you!
On a side note, I am so sick of people bitching about the recession. For many of us, we weren't making any more before and we still aren't making any... at least I have a job, I guess.
Essentially it's meant to help you pay bills, balance a budget (which it creates for you based on your income and financial transactions) and generally show you how you use and spend in the most easy-to-understand way possible. SO GOOD.
Now I have to go spend some money on things I can't afford, so you should go ahead and check out this site. Your wallet will thank you!
On a side note, I am so sick of people bitching about the recession. For many of us, we weren't making any more before and we still aren't making any... at least I have a job, I guess.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Holy Shit! It's my Furby come to life!
Seriously. These ugly little buggers are REAL.
Do you think he also screams "BIG NOISE!" if you clap your hands in front of his ears? Man, I hope so!
TMI (for you)
So this morning in lieu of going to the gym, or shower, or pulling my act together I decided sleeping until 8 am was much more important. (And it really was because when I woke up birds were chirping and dolphins were swimming in the pool and some friendly woodland creatures told me they recently touched based with animal spirit god and he says HELLO!). And because I plan my day out the night before, I had a little starting point this morning. Fortunately my hair wasn't that terrifying and I already had a precious little outfit laid out (pearls! cardigan with cute BUTTONS! green skirt! ballet flats! headband! I'm moonlighing on Gossip Girl!) but I've noticed one problem all day...
My feet feel dirty. Like it's giving me the squirmy wormy heeby jeebies. I have a sneaking suspicion it's because the last time I wore these shoes my feet were kind of dirty, and I am sure the lack of shower this morning doesn't help, HOWEVER, the feeling is so much so that I have a seriously overwhelming urge to wash my feet in the bathroom sink. But then I think about if someone were to walk in while I was doing that... all I know is that if I walked into the ladies room to find some chick washing her feet I would be totally weired out.
But weirding people out... well that's never stopped me before!
My feet feel dirty. Like it's giving me the squirmy wormy heeby jeebies. I have a sneaking suspicion it's because the last time I wore these shoes my feet were kind of dirty, and I am sure the lack of shower this morning doesn't help, HOWEVER, the feeling is so much so that I have a seriously overwhelming urge to wash my feet in the bathroom sink. But then I think about if someone were to walk in while I was doing that... all I know is that if I walked into the ladies room to find some chick washing her feet I would be totally weired out.
But weirding people out... well that's never stopped me before!
Monday, November 17, 2008
Stamos 2.0: Politician?
I'm considering a drastic career change. Such an idealistic dreamer, aren't I?
(Actually, let's be honest--Hollywood and DC are essentially the same place, except in DC--those problems matter).
You know, if DC weren't so miserably humid half the year this might be a more realistic thought. I wonder if the Obama administration has a need for a Pop Culture Junkie... or Trend Forecaster/Consultant... or General Misdirected Mid-Twenties Professional Girl...
(Actually, let's be honest--Hollywood and DC are essentially the same place, except in DC--those problems matter).
You know, if DC weren't so miserably humid half the year this might be a more realistic thought. I wonder if the Obama administration has a need for a Pop Culture Junkie... or Trend Forecaster/Consultant... or General Misdirected Mid-Twenties Professional Girl...
Three Things I Would Want to Have if Stranded on a Desert Island
1.) Aquaphor
2.) A book... The Bible, I guess
3.) My pillow (it's tempurpedic)
2.) A book... The Bible, I guess
3.) My pillow (it's tempurpedic)
I didn't start the fire
So.
I went swimming in the ocean on Saturday. What's that? Yes, I know Saturday was November 15th. And it was also in the low 90 degrees here in LA. And I went to Malibu, and I swam in the ocean and frolicked on the beach and saw dolphins and seals and lots of puppies and some unicorns and it was goddamn nature documentary (minus the unicorns, that was a lie).
While I'd like to take a moment and say, oooooh aaaaahh I just love California and its constant sun and fair weather, I think it's more fitting to describe the day as... apocalyptic. Beautiful and fun, sure. But definitely apocalyptic, thanks to yet another SoCal natural disaster.
That’s right folks, it’s fire season! So while the skies are filled with a haze of smoke and the air smells like a third world country, never fear—beach days and spectacular sunsets are here. Yay for Global Warming, screwing up everything but making sure I get my mid-November tan.
Stranger still was being on the beach as the sun began to set around 4 pm, driving home to Santa Monica, to look behind to see the sun redder than I ever thought possible, the sky filled with smoke, and the strange illusion that it was actually the water on fire.
I went swimming in the ocean on Saturday. What's that? Yes, I know Saturday was November 15th. And it was also in the low 90 degrees here in LA. And I went to Malibu, and I swam in the ocean and frolicked on the beach and saw dolphins and seals and lots of puppies and some unicorns and it was goddamn nature documentary (minus the unicorns, that was a lie).
While I'd like to take a moment and say, oooooh aaaaahh I just love California and its constant sun and fair weather, I think it's more fitting to describe the day as... apocalyptic. Beautiful and fun, sure. But definitely apocalyptic, thanks to yet another SoCal natural disaster.
That’s right folks, it’s fire season! So while the skies are filled with a haze of smoke and the air smells like a third world country, never fear—beach days and spectacular sunsets are here. Yay for Global Warming, screwing up everything but making sure I get my mid-November tan.
Stranger still was being on the beach as the sun began to set around 4 pm, driving home to Santa Monica, to look behind to see the sun redder than I ever thought possible, the sky filled with smoke, and the strange illusion that it was actually the water on fire.
Friday, November 14, 2008
"Hey at least it's Friday"
This corporate bullshit is just killing me. Seriously. This morning on the elevator ride up there must have been so many awkward conversations that began and ended with, "Friday." That's all you need to say--Friday, with a little smirk, mabye a sigh to express relief, and then make a comment about the weather. In fact, here's a rundown of my elevator ride this AM.
Me: (Awkward Sigh)
Man in Suit: "Hey at least it's Friday!"
Me: (Unnecessarily loud laughter followed by) "I KNOW!"
(Awkward pause)
Me: "Can you believe how warm it is?"
Suit: "It's incredible."
Me: "It's weird."
(Elevator doors open. THANK GOD THIS IS OVER).
At the moment I am obsessed with wandering aimlessly around the hall and literally just screaming Friday at people. It makes people excited/uncomfortable.
Me: (Awkward Sigh)
Man in Suit: "Hey at least it's Friday!"
Me: (Unnecessarily loud laughter followed by) "I KNOW!"
(Awkward pause)
Me: "Can you believe how warm it is?"
Suit: "It's incredible."
Me: "It's weird."
(Elevator doors open. THANK GOD THIS IS OVER).
At the moment I am obsessed with wandering aimlessly around the hall and literally just screaming Friday at people. It makes people excited/uncomfortable.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Stamos vs. Stamos
I'm going to go ahead and preemptively declare the winner of the latest round of Stamos vs. Stamos to be me. Why? Because although John Stamos actually stars in and is the subject of various movies, he might not have friends who randomly messenger him said movies to his office on a generic Thursday.
I do.
Winner: This Stamos. (If there was someway I could inject some sort of animation of an asshole with two thumbs up pointing at himself, that's what I would put right here. Because that's what I am doing.)
P.S. Andy Shrub? Psh. There's only one John Stamos... and his name is ANNIE.
I do.
Winner: This Stamos. (If there was someway I could inject some sort of animation of an asshole with two thumbs up pointing at himself, that's what I would put right here. Because that's what I am doing.)
P.S. Andy Shrub? Psh. There's only one John Stamos... and his name is ANNIE.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
So PRESH
This is just really insanely adorable. And it will warm all your cold black hearts.
Once upon a time... from Capucha on Vimeo.
I swear to God, little French kids are 900x cuter than American ones. I should know. I once had to spend three hours in the backseat of a small European car with two little French nuggets--and it was suprisingly fun. I also found that when I was learning French it was almost easier with kids. They're at a similar learning level. God I miss Paris...
Once upon a time... from Capucha on Vimeo.
I swear to God, little French kids are 900x cuter than American ones. I should know. I once had to spend three hours in the backseat of a small European car with two little French nuggets--and it was suprisingly fun. I also found that when I was learning French it was almost easier with kids. They're at a similar learning level. God I miss Paris...
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
It's happening
Uh oh. I just changed my Facebook status from "Annie nothing can stand in the way of the power of millions of voices calling for change" to "Annie loves gross corporate terms/jokes."
Shit. I am becoming one of them. One of those Facebook status updating assholes I can't stand.
OH GOD. Next, I am going to start commenting on other people's status updates. YOU GUYS THIS IS TERRIBLE.
I am addicted to the internet. FULL ON ADDICTION.
P.S. I fucking love saying stupid corporate shit. Like when it's Monday it's a whole lot of fun making a big deal about MONDAY. And then Tuesday--"Well, at least it's not Monday!" God I am cheesy.
Shit. I am becoming one of them. One of those Facebook status updating assholes I can't stand.
OH GOD. Next, I am going to start commenting on other people's status updates. YOU GUYS THIS IS TERRIBLE.
I am addicted to the internet. FULL ON ADDICTION.
P.S. I fucking love saying stupid corporate shit. Like when it's Monday it's a whole lot of fun making a big deal about MONDAY. And then Tuesday--"Well, at least it's not Monday!" God I am cheesy.
Happy Holidays to Me
Loyal Readers:
At last, the moment you’ve all been waiting for! Yes, folks, it’s not even Thanksgiving yet, but I am in the holiday spirit, and what better way to celebrate these hard economic times by taking a gander at my ridiculous Christmas list. Yes, it’s disgusting. I will make no attempt to act like I am kind and selfless and good and not at all spoiled. I will say, however, recently I've mentioned maybe an alternative to gift-giving, but my dad and stepmom protest and so I don’t even bother anymore and just send them all my hearts desires per their request.
Below, for your enjoyment, is the email chain. Chain might be an improper term here, because we will likely never see a list from my brother (and if we do it will be the day before Christmas) and my dad will not respond (it all comes back to his wallet anyway).
So below, find the Christmas list exchange between my stepmom and I, and afterwards we’ll examine my selections.
Some thoughts (I wrote this yesterday so today I’ve got some perspective, OBV):
At last, the moment you’ve all been waiting for! Yes, folks, it’s not even Thanksgiving yet, but I am in the holiday spirit, and what better way to celebrate these hard economic times by taking a gander at my ridiculous Christmas list. Yes, it’s disgusting. I will make no attempt to act like I am kind and selfless and good and not at all spoiled. I will say, however, recently I've mentioned maybe an alternative to gift-giving, but my dad and stepmom protest and so I don’t even bother anymore and just send them all my hearts desires per their request.
Below, for your enjoyment, is the email chain. Chain might be an improper term here, because we will likely never see a list from my brother (and if we do it will be the day before Christmas) and my dad will not respond (it all comes back to his wallet anyway).
So below, find the Christmas list exchange between my stepmom and I, and afterwards we’ll examine my selections.
On Thu, Nov 6, 2008 at 9:08 AM, Carla Weisberg wrote:
hi you two-
to help us bring a little more cheer and a lot less disappointment to your upcoming holiday season I am looking for the coveted top ten (give or take) list from each of you.
can't promise everything of course, but last I checked, santa's a pretty nice guy.
annie you get double duty, so give us a slightly bigger list seeing it's your birthday too
and while I would love to give you a gift certificate to whole paycheck, please think festive as well
xcOn Mon, Nov 10, 2008 at 6:26 PM, Annie Stamell wrote:
You really don't have to get me anything (not like I will be able to afford buying presents), but I know you want a list anyway...
Ski trip
48 more sessions with trainer at Equinox (FYI as of Wednesday I am starting with new
person)
a few weeks of Pilates sessions with instructor at Equinox
A full session of Tennis lessons at Beverly Hills Tennis Center (www.beverlyhillstennis.com)
This jacket (Men's S, "Natural"): http://www.patagonia.com/web/us/product/product_focus.jsp?OPTION=PRODUCT_FOCUS_DISPLAY_HANDLER&catcode=MAIN_FA_US.CLOTHING_GEAR.MENS.JACKETS&style_color=23055-723&ws= or this jacket (Women's M, "Blackberry - Lupine" I don't know,
surprise me), http://www.patagonia.com/web/us/product/product_focus.jsp?OPTION=PRODUCT_FOCUS_DISPLAY_HANDLER&catcode=MAIN_FA_US.CLOTHING_GEAR.WOMENS.JACKETS&style_color=25475-769&ws=)
Gift certificate to LuluLemon (need new pants, like some of these: http://www.lululemon.com/products/womens/bottoms/pants)
Gift certificate to J. Crew, Anthropologie, Bloomingdales, or Madewell (http://www.madewell1937.com)
Gift certificate to Whole Foods
Gift certificate to iTunes
Money for a pair of cowboy boots
A leather bag that is red, orange or yellow
A black or grey clutch
Money for a monthly cleaning lady
Hanky Panky Thongs (they are one size fits all--any and all colors)
Athletic socks
Spinning shoes
Infinite Jest by
David Foster Wallace
Subscription to the New Yorker (FROM XMAS LAST YEAR, this still has not come BTW)
Gas card
Someone to pay off my AmEx and/or Chase Cards
A pay raise
Peas on Earth
JOSH PLEASE NOTE I DON'T WANT 24 this year! Don't watch it anymore... you don't have to get me anything actually... I don't have any money to get anyone anything so please feel free to reciprocate that...
Please note I really just want more sessions with the trainer at Equinox and Pilates and Tennis lessons the most.
Maybe I will think of more things. But that is all I got at the moment.
Some thoughts (I wrote this yesterday so today I’ve got some perspective, OBV):
1.) I sound quite apathetic. No, forlorn. Yes forlorn. Sadly, I have no money to buy anyone presents, so it’s really uncomfortable asking for them.
2.) I am obsessed with working out. This is true. I do love to work out, and the higher rated things on the list all relate to exercise somehow—you could even argue the Patagonia jackets and cowboy boots do.
3.) I don’t trust my family to buy me things I actually want. Hence the request for gift certificates to specific stores.
4.) I have no money for basic amenities—hence my need for groceries, gas, socks, a cleaning lady, and someone to pay off my credit cards
5.) I am a little bitter about not having received my New Yorker subscription from last year
6.) I’m funny. (See “A pay raise” or “Peas on Earth”)
7.) I don’t want my brother to buy me another season of 24 which I have clearly signaled to him in ALL CAPITAL LETTERS SO THAT WHEN HE IS QUICKLY GLANCING AT THIS EMAIL A FEW MONTHS FROM NOW HE MIGHT CATCH THAT PART.
8.) I want a very intense, very long, very deep book by an author who recently and tragically killed himself (see Infinte Jest by David Foster Wallace). I’m obviously feeling quite lighthearted this year.
9.) I really just want to exercise. That's all. Call me simple, but I guess that's what's going to keep me happy these days.
Fascinating stuff, no?
Adult Clothes
I've gotten about 5 compliments on my outfit today. Not to toot my own horn, but it's worth noting, primarily because today I happen to be wearing a reasonably nice-looking dress, tights, heels, a big necklace and even attempted to partially blow dry my hair which is something normally reserved for Saturday nights and days Obama is elected president (maybe I'll sneak into the bathroom in a second and take a pic of the current outfit for ya), but anyway... In response to one of my guy friends who complimented me (shocker: guys like dresses too?) I declared, "Thanks I am wearing adult clothes today."
First of all, it's a little weird that I responded with that, but since I've written about 500 posts establishing my weirdness factor; no surprise there.
Secondly, it's a sad truth if you compare my outfit between today and yesterday. We all know that Mondays are tough, and usually my clothing choices reflect that. By Tuesday I have my shit together so I can actually clothe myself in something reasonable. Yesterday I looked like I child, today I look like an adult.
And my final point (who knew I'd be taking a three-point introspective into clothing choices today), I really am tired of having to figure out how to dress for a company where it's a total mix between casual and business formal. I could seriously wear jeans one day and a ball gown the next, and no one would bat an eye. Well maybe a few people would bat eyes, because who wears a ball gown to work, but you get what I mean, right? God I miss college.
Ironically, when making my formal Christmas list for my family yesterday (more on that later), the only actual clothing items were two different Patagonia jackets. I could probably even wear those to work, with my ball gown underneath.
First of all, it's a little weird that I responded with that, but since I've written about 500 posts establishing my weirdness factor; no surprise there.
Secondly, it's a sad truth if you compare my outfit between today and yesterday. We all know that Mondays are tough, and usually my clothing choices reflect that. By Tuesday I have my shit together so I can actually clothe myself in something reasonable. Yesterday I looked like I child, today I look like an adult.
And my final point (who knew I'd be taking a three-point introspective into clothing choices today), I really am tired of having to figure out how to dress for a company where it's a total mix between casual and business formal. I could seriously wear jeans one day and a ball gown the next, and no one would bat an eye. Well maybe a few people would bat eyes, because who wears a ball gown to work, but you get what I mean, right? God I miss college.
Ironically, when making my formal Christmas list for my family yesterday (more on that later), the only actual clothing items were two different Patagonia jackets. I could probably even wear those to work, with my ball gown underneath.
The Other Bruce
You guys remember Bruce Hornsby? I f-ing love that dude. Sure, he was totally overshadowed by a certain other Bruce (think nice ass, blue jeans, Jersey... you know who I am talking about) but man that Hornsby kicked ass with some beautiful adult contemporary piano jams. And okay, everyone loves "That's The Way It Is" but I would like to argue that "Every Little Kiss" is the superior ditty in this case.
Listen to a preview here, and feel free to fist pump in support.
Listen to a preview here, and feel free to fist pump in support.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Because Mondays Suck
I just had to watch this video three times before I figured out how to wrap up my headphones. And then I realized this is essentially the exact same thing as coiling a rope. And then I banged my head on the desk a few times.
Friday, November 07, 2008
I'm not alone!
Obama Win Causes Obsessive Supporters To Realize How Empty Their Lives Are
Special thanks to DiTonto who's convinced many of her friends to read the blog, and therefore extra special thanks to Malach who emailed DiTonto this video pour moi. I feel much better now. Not really, but thanks.
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Geek Attack
It's been some time since I last geeked out (by which I mean yesterday when I was talking about the CNN hologram) so how about a kick-ass John Williams tribute.
A CAPELLA.
A CAPELLA.
News Addict, Need Help
I have a problem.
I am addicted to the news.
BAD. VERY BAD.
Every five minutes or so (probably less) I refresh the following websites, desperate for any new information that wasn’t available five minutes previous:
NYT
HuffPo
WSJ
Politico
Gawker
Daily Intel
CNN
I’m a junkie. 100%
Thing is—my guy won! The election is OVER yet I remain in a frenzied pre-election state where I am expecting all news outlets to be live blogging EVERYTHING. So much so, that this morning I began actively searching for MORE new blogs/online newspapers to read. But it doesn’t help! It’s like I will never be satisfied. It's gotten so bad that I start to recognize writers, and know sources before I see bylines or credits. And all that dumb liberal blogosphere in-fighting and joking--I get it all. Even worse, I think this is really messing with my other skills—like being able to write, or generally just accomplish any amount of work. It’s like I am brain dead because I spend all related brain power clicking from one website to the next, hungry for one new headline after another.
I don’t know what to do.
DiTonto has suggested I take a Valium, but seeing as any potentially helpful pharmaceutical drugs remain out of my reach, I think I need to just quit this cold turkey. Yes, the only way to eliminate cravings is to just cut back altogether (hence my current ban on carbs and sugar—getting rid of bad habits and cravings, folks). I am considering an “internet vacation” but not sure how that would go down... maybe over Thanksgiving? Stay off the computer for 4 days straight—no news, no nothing? But what about TV? I gotta watch TV then... and movies... but I need to just get away from it all! How can that EVER happen when I am glued to a computer screen?
Despite my love for my own Mac at home, the big problem here is that for about 10 hours of the day I sit in front of a computer. And it seems that no matter how much work I have to do, like I did in high school and in college, I’ve already figured out how to get by, by doing enough work that makes me look good (and I will be the first to admit I never over-perform), while spending more time doing things that are entirely inconsequential to any relevant tasks. I seem to have perfected the art of procrastination and the lowest tier of success.
So what does this mean? Am I in a profession, that, once again I am not suited for? Is the reason I can’t throw myself into my job whole heartedly because I don’t really love it? But maybe this is just who I am (it seems to be a pattern)—maybe unlike those who are destined for greatness, I am merely headed towards mediocrity. (God, that’s depressing). I wonder if I were doing something I really loved, would I really be able to devote myself to it in a way I often see others do? Or maybe am I just not challenged enough in my current position? Maybe, like I often suggest, I am simply not suited for the corporate environment, and the years of brainwashing and self-convincing simply cannot cover the fact that I am not meant to spend my days at a cubicle. Or maybe, as my friend Ida just suggested, what I really need, the only solution to my current predicament is in fact that of the pharmaceutical variety—
Adderall.
Which brings me to my next question: does anyone know any doctors who are trigger happy when it comes to writing prescriptions?
I am addicted to the news.
BAD. VERY BAD.
Every five minutes or so (probably less) I refresh the following websites, desperate for any new information that wasn’t available five minutes previous:
NYT
HuffPo
WSJ
Politico
Gawker
Daily Intel
CNN
I’m a junkie. 100%
Thing is—my guy won! The election is OVER yet I remain in a frenzied pre-election state where I am expecting all news outlets to be live blogging EVERYTHING. So much so, that this morning I began actively searching for MORE new blogs/online newspapers to read. But it doesn’t help! It’s like I will never be satisfied. It's gotten so bad that I start to recognize writers, and know sources before I see bylines or credits. And all that dumb liberal blogosphere in-fighting and joking--I get it all. Even worse, I think this is really messing with my other skills—like being able to write, or generally just accomplish any amount of work. It’s like I am brain dead because I spend all related brain power clicking from one website to the next, hungry for one new headline after another.
I don’t know what to do.
DiTonto has suggested I take a Valium, but seeing as any potentially helpful pharmaceutical drugs remain out of my reach, I think I need to just quit this cold turkey. Yes, the only way to eliminate cravings is to just cut back altogether (hence my current ban on carbs and sugar—getting rid of bad habits and cravings, folks). I am considering an “internet vacation” but not sure how that would go down... maybe over Thanksgiving? Stay off the computer for 4 days straight—no news, no nothing? But what about TV? I gotta watch TV then... and movies... but I need to just get away from it all! How can that EVER happen when I am glued to a computer screen?
Despite my love for my own Mac at home, the big problem here is that for about 10 hours of the day I sit in front of a computer. And it seems that no matter how much work I have to do, like I did in high school and in college, I’ve already figured out how to get by, by doing enough work that makes me look good (and I will be the first to admit I never over-perform), while spending more time doing things that are entirely inconsequential to any relevant tasks. I seem to have perfected the art of procrastination and the lowest tier of success.
So what does this mean? Am I in a profession, that, once again I am not suited for? Is the reason I can’t throw myself into my job whole heartedly because I don’t really love it? But maybe this is just who I am (it seems to be a pattern)—maybe unlike those who are destined for greatness, I am merely headed towards mediocrity. (God, that’s depressing). I wonder if I were doing something I really loved, would I really be able to devote myself to it in a way I often see others do? Or maybe am I just not challenged enough in my current position? Maybe, like I often suggest, I am simply not suited for the corporate environment, and the years of brainwashing and self-convincing simply cannot cover the fact that I am not meant to spend my days at a cubicle. Or maybe, as my friend Ida just suggested, what I really need, the only solution to my current predicament is in fact that of the pharmaceutical variety—
Adderall.
Which brings me to my next question: does anyone know any doctors who are trigger happy when it comes to writing prescriptions?
We now return to our regularly scheduled programming.
That's right readers--I am going to attempt to hold off from the political commentary for now. It's back to normal around here. Normal-ish. Well, was it ever normal?
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
I've Never Felt Prouder to be an American
Right now, I love freedom. And liberty. And democracy. And all the people who voted and restored my faith in this country. I am really excited for President Obama.
So where was I when it all went down? Thanks to some issues with "crowd control" and an eager beaver fire marshal, we couldn't get into that Obama party at the Century Plaza Hotel. Instead, I bumped into a co-worker, with some other assistants I didn't know, and DiTonto and I followed them to the lovely Pink Taco, a hilariously named bar/restuarant nearby. The moment our new president was announced? DiTonto had another flip-out moment, while I just burst into tears. It was surreal. It still is. It's historical and incredible and utter happiness. His speech was inspiring and exceed expectations.
I also feel as though the perception of our country around the world is going to change, and that is heartwarming. I love reading about global leaders' reactions. Some more than others:
From the NYTimes.
And in other Election Night recaps, I just can't NOT say anything about that weird sci-fi moment on CNN last night. You know what I am talking about. Yes, my favorite part of CNN's election coverage had to have been the hologram. I mean really? A HOLOGRAM? Check out this Star Wars brilliance:
Help us Barack Obama, you're our only hope.
So where was I when it all went down? Thanks to some issues with "crowd control" and an eager beaver fire marshal, we couldn't get into that Obama party at the Century Plaza Hotel. Instead, I bumped into a co-worker, with some other assistants I didn't know, and DiTonto and I followed them to the lovely Pink Taco, a hilariously named bar/restuarant nearby. The moment our new president was announced? DiTonto had another flip-out moment, while I just burst into tears. It was surreal. It still is. It's historical and incredible and utter happiness. His speech was inspiring and exceed expectations.
I also feel as though the perception of our country around the world is going to change, and that is heartwarming. I love reading about global leaders' reactions. Some more than others:
Perhaps one of the most poignant accolades came from Nelson
Mandela, South Africa’s former president, who said in a letter to Mr. Obama:
“Your victory has demonstrated that no person anywhere in the world should not
dare to dream of wanting to change the world for a better place.”
From the NYTimes.
And in other Election Night recaps, I just can't NOT say anything about that weird sci-fi moment on CNN last night. You know what I am talking about. Yes, my favorite part of CNN's election coverage had to have been the hologram. I mean really? A HOLOGRAM? Check out this Star Wars brilliance:
Help us Barack Obama, you're our only hope.
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Live Blog: Election 2008
Hello loyal readers! While it's likely you won't be turning to my blog for any factual non-partisan election information today, I do want to let you know I am going to be providing some Live Blog coverage similar to the running inner monologue that was my Super Tuesday coverage. However, this time around it's going to be a LEGIT live blog. So keep coming back alllllll day long for updates.
6:05 am Wake up. Do I want to work out? No. Do I want to pee? Yes. Back to sleep.
6:40 am Wake up again, this time with the intention of getting some news and getting ready for the day. Run into DiTonto in the hallway, who, per usual, laughs at my crazy hair and sleepy incoherent ramblings about Obama winning some town in New Hampshire. She's clearly shown me up because she did work out this morning.
7:00 am Out of the shower to blow dry AND straighten my hair. Shit I haven't given myself a blow out in DAYS. All for you Obama.
7:25 am Election Day outfit:
Pre planned. My two favorite Obama buttons and a necklace with a little pendant that is the great state of Maine. So much pride. Feeling really patriotic today. I might be wearing bright green pants, but I am LOVING FREEDOM.
7:30 am Watching DirecTV's SWEET election coverage--8 split screens covering all the major networks. Why do I have to go to work again?
7:45 am Watching Yes We Can in DiTonto's room, dancing, singing along, spontaneously bursting into tears/laughter.
7:55 am In the car with DiTonto (carpooling to be good Americans and to save the environment), looking for something inspiring on the radio. NOTHING. Yes We Can again!
8:15 am At work. Boo. Coffee a must. Thank God for CNN live online.
8:43 am Dammit. I always forget that coffee makes me really hot. Sweating... what else is new...
8:57 am Order breakfast. Totally splurging on a delicious Election day feast.
9:06 am Reading this NY Mag article about Obama talking about his grandmother and start to cry. It's going to be a long day, folks.
9:39 am Just finished breakfast and watched this West Wing clip about voting (thanks to EW's PopWatch).
Josh Lyman, I adore you. I loved that show. Actually I watched a few episodes Saturday when I was laying around hungover. Nothing like a fake president to get me to feel involved. I wish President Bartlett was what we'd had for the last 8 years, not some other hack.
10:15 am Start watching Gossip Girl. Need distraction...
10:33 am Staff meeting, during which I am given 5 new projects. Hate being a Team Player. Forgot I had to work today...
11:04 am Never mind spending the whole day refreshing HuffPo. Time to work. Well, it will make the time pass...
1:14 pm Definitely learning that having a LOT of work not only distracts me from the polls but makes the day go much faster... bummed though, I had grand intentions of going to the Obama phone bank across the street for lunch to make some calls, you know really just FIRE IT UP on Election Day here in SoCal. Not looking like it's going to happen though...
2:21 pm Just ate some lunch at my desk. By which I mean, despite wanting to vomit/cry/spontaneously combust, I forced myself to chow down on Trader Joe's finest Sesame Tofu Salad. Even though I have had one cup of coffee today I feel like I am all hopped up on meth or something (hence the nausea, among other things?). Polls in Indiana close within the hour. Christ.
2:25 pm Just researched flights to New Zealand. Really fucking expensive. But if McCain pulls this off, I've got a lot of packing to do.
2:28 pm Okay. Work. Work. Work. WHY ISN'T ELECTION DAY A NATIONAL HOLIDAY? DO THEY HONESTLY EXPECT PEOPLE TO GET SHIT DONE?
2:44 pm Goddamn HuffPo. I love you but like every five minutes you have THE. MOST. DRAMATIC. HEADLINE. EVER. and it's stressing me out! Example:
I just went to the bathroom but that headline makes me need to nervous pee. Okay, yeah that is a gross description but YOU KNOW WHAT I AM TAKING ABOUT.
2:48 pm I THINK I AM GOING TO VOMIT.
2:50 pm I did not vomit.
3:05 pm I am drinking Chamomile tea in a preventive measure AGAINST VOMITING. Polls have closed in some places in Kentuck and Indiana. In one hour the real shit storm begins.
3:23 pm Must... refrain... from... reading... exit polls...
3:24 pm FUCK. I have not self restraint. Oh God, the exit polls are looking tighter than anticipated.
THIS IS BAD NEWS because they always tend to lean Democratic anyways. Now, I might actually vomit.
3:41 pm YES. 1% reporting in Indiana with Obama winning. If the rest of the state goes that way, I will in a significantly better mood. For now, I am going to settle for a disgusting sugar free chocolate mint hard candy. I CHOSE A BAD WEEK TO CUT OUT CARBS.
3:50 pm Workflow has calmed down, time to watch some TV in someone's office. God Bless you CNN.
3:56 pm 4 minutes until some big guns come out. Still comprehending significance of this election. However, the desire to vomit is subsiding for the moment... for some reason I started daydreaming about what it would have been like if Gore had won in 2000 (OH WAIT HE DID, so what I mean to say is, if Bush hadn't stolen the presidency) and then maybe we wouldn't be in Iraq right now, or maybe we all be driving hybrid cars and everything would run on solar and wind power and we'd all be getting Nobel Peace Prizes...
4:08 pm That nervous pee sensation is back. No wait, I really do have to pee...
4:32 pm Yep. Done working for the day. Seriously. I just don't have it in me. Thinking when it will be appropriate to ask to go the Obama HQ across the street, where I will be spending the duration of the evening (live blogging tonight might be spotty with the iPhone) but going to hold off until at least 5 pm.
4:36 pm A co-worker just told me Obama is leading in Maine. I LOVE MAINE.
5:12 pm MAINE TO OBAMA. YES. Also: you've lost me to the TV at this point... running around my office like a crazy person, have somehow become the de facto go-to person for all things politics, it appears. Will be light posting from here on out.
6:40 pm First Pennsylvania, then Ohio... Florida might be next... I don't even know what to say... I am feeling optimistic. Keeping my fingers crossed for the rest of the night.
10:33 pm Just got home. Elated. Obama is the next president of the United States. I never thought it would happen. It did. YES WE DID! Another great speech, another knock out of the park... had a hilariously bizarre night and celebration with people I barely knew at Pink Taco of all places... but I couldn't imagine it any other way... History folks, history. (And I promise a more coherent, better written election night recap tomorrow). Still watching CNN, hoping for a big NO ON PROP 8 here in California... Obama is the first step in the right direction. Obama is President-Elect.
Sweet dreams to all, and here's to a pleasant tomorrow.
6:05 am Wake up. Do I want to work out? No. Do I want to pee? Yes. Back to sleep.
6:40 am Wake up again, this time with the intention of getting some news and getting ready for the day. Run into DiTonto in the hallway, who, per usual, laughs at my crazy hair and sleepy incoherent ramblings about Obama winning some town in New Hampshire. She's clearly shown me up because she did work out this morning.
7:00 am Out of the shower to blow dry AND straighten my hair. Shit I haven't given myself a blow out in DAYS. All for you Obama.
7:25 am Election Day outfit:
Pre planned. My two favorite Obama buttons and a necklace with a little pendant that is the great state of Maine. So much pride. Feeling really patriotic today. I might be wearing bright green pants, but I am LOVING FREEDOM.7:30 am Watching DirecTV's SWEET election coverage--8 split screens covering all the major networks. Why do I have to go to work again?
7:45 am Watching Yes We Can in DiTonto's room, dancing, singing along, spontaneously bursting into tears/laughter.
7:55 am In the car with DiTonto (carpooling to be good Americans and to save the environment), looking for something inspiring on the radio. NOTHING. Yes We Can again!
8:15 am At work. Boo. Coffee a must. Thank God for CNN live online.
8:43 am Dammit. I always forget that coffee makes me really hot. Sweating... what else is new...
8:57 am Order breakfast. Totally splurging on a delicious Election day feast.
9:06 am Reading this NY Mag article about Obama talking about his grandmother and start to cry. It's going to be a long day, folks.
9:39 am Just finished breakfast and watched this West Wing clip about voting (thanks to EW's PopWatch).
Josh Lyman, I adore you. I loved that show. Actually I watched a few episodes Saturday when I was laying around hungover. Nothing like a fake president to get me to feel involved. I wish President Bartlett was what we'd had for the last 8 years, not some other hack.
10:15 am Start watching Gossip Girl. Need distraction...
10:33 am Staff meeting, during which I am given 5 new projects. Hate being a Team Player. Forgot I had to work today...
11:04 am Never mind spending the whole day refreshing HuffPo. Time to work. Well, it will make the time pass...
1:14 pm Definitely learning that having a LOT of work not only distracts me from the polls but makes the day go much faster... bummed though, I had grand intentions of going to the Obama phone bank across the street for lunch to make some calls, you know really just FIRE IT UP on Election Day here in SoCal. Not looking like it's going to happen though...
2:21 pm Just ate some lunch at my desk. By which I mean, despite wanting to vomit/cry/spontaneously combust, I forced myself to chow down on Trader Joe's finest Sesame Tofu Salad. Even though I have had one cup of coffee today I feel like I am all hopped up on meth or something (hence the nausea, among other things?). Polls in Indiana close within the hour. Christ.
2:25 pm Just researched flights to New Zealand. Really fucking expensive. But if McCain pulls this off, I've got a lot of packing to do.
2:28 pm Okay. Work. Work. Work. WHY ISN'T ELECTION DAY A NATIONAL HOLIDAY? DO THEY HONESTLY EXPECT PEOPLE TO GET SHIT DONE?
2:44 pm Goddamn HuffPo. I love you but like every five minutes you have THE. MOST. DRAMATIC. HEADLINE. EVER. and it's stressing me out! Example:
I just went to the bathroom but that headline makes me need to nervous pee. Okay, yeah that is a gross description but YOU KNOW WHAT I AM TAKING ABOUT.
2:48 pm I THINK I AM GOING TO VOMIT.
2:50 pm I did not vomit.
3:05 pm I am drinking Chamomile tea in a preventive measure AGAINST VOMITING. Polls have closed in some places in Kentuck and Indiana. In one hour the real shit storm begins.
3:23 pm Must... refrain... from... reading... exit polls...
3:24 pm FUCK. I have not self restraint. Oh God, the exit polls are looking tighter than anticipated.
THIS IS BAD NEWS because they always tend to lean Democratic anyways. Now, I might actually vomit.3:41 pm YES. 1% reporting in Indiana with Obama winning. If the rest of the state goes that way, I will in a significantly better mood. For now, I am going to settle for a disgusting sugar free chocolate mint hard candy. I CHOSE A BAD WEEK TO CUT OUT CARBS.
3:50 pm Workflow has calmed down, time to watch some TV in someone's office. God Bless you CNN.
3:56 pm 4 minutes until some big guns come out. Still comprehending significance of this election. However, the desire to vomit is subsiding for the moment... for some reason I started daydreaming about what it would have been like if Gore had won in 2000 (OH WAIT HE DID, so what I mean to say is, if Bush hadn't stolen the presidency) and then maybe we wouldn't be in Iraq right now, or maybe we all be driving hybrid cars and everything would run on solar and wind power and we'd all be getting Nobel Peace Prizes...
4:08 pm That nervous pee sensation is back. No wait, I really do have to pee...
4:32 pm Yep. Done working for the day. Seriously. I just don't have it in me. Thinking when it will be appropriate to ask to go the Obama HQ across the street, where I will be spending the duration of the evening (live blogging tonight might be spotty with the iPhone) but going to hold off until at least 5 pm.
4:36 pm A co-worker just told me Obama is leading in Maine. I LOVE MAINE.
5:12 pm MAINE TO OBAMA. YES. Also: you've lost me to the TV at this point... running around my office like a crazy person, have somehow become the de facto go-to person for all things politics, it appears. Will be light posting from here on out.
6:40 pm First Pennsylvania, then Ohio... Florida might be next... I don't even know what to say... I am feeling optimistic. Keeping my fingers crossed for the rest of the night.
10:33 pm Just got home. Elated. Obama is the next president of the United States. I never thought it would happen. It did. YES WE DID! Another great speech, another knock out of the park... had a hilariously bizarre night and celebration with people I barely knew at Pink Taco of all places... but I couldn't imagine it any other way... History folks, history. (And I promise a more coherent, better written election night recap tomorrow). Still watching CNN, hoping for a big NO ON PROP 8 here in California... Obama is the first step in the right direction. Obama is President-Elect.
Sweet dreams to all, and here's to a pleasant tomorrow.
Monday, November 03, 2008
can't sleep
typing this in bed... praying to God Obama wins big tomorrow.
hoping I can fall asleep.
sick to my stomach.
CHANGE
WE
CAN
BELIEVE
IN
hoping I can fall asleep.
sick to my stomach.
CHANGE
WE
CAN
BELIEVE
IN
The Day Before
I feel positively sick to my stomach right now. Sure, I’m not helping my cause by reading every pre-election what-to-expect article out there, and I really can’t decide if I am pessimistic or realistic, but one thing is for sure—I am not expecting an Obama win tomorrow, and I won’t believe it until I see it. But God, I am hoping and praying—and maybe tomorrow this time I will have a better sense of the whole thing.
I will say that being on West Coast time has its benefits—all you on the East Coast will have to wait until probably 11 pm for any confirmation either way—so that's 8 pm here. And if things go in a favorable way, you better believe I will be celebrating. And if not, you better believe I am hightailing out of the US of A Wednesday.
So blame the light posting thus far this fine Monday on my serious election anxiety. Maybe I’ll get some inspiration later on to post some things, but at the moment I am too busy reading poll stats.
VOTE tomorrow.
Please.
Everyone.
I will say that being on West Coast time has its benefits—all you on the East Coast will have to wait until probably 11 pm for any confirmation either way—so that's 8 pm here. And if things go in a favorable way, you better believe I will be celebrating. And if not, you better believe I am hightailing out of the US of A Wednesday.
So blame the light posting thus far this fine Monday on my serious election anxiety. Maybe I’ll get some inspiration later on to post some things, but at the moment I am too busy reading poll stats.
VOTE tomorrow.
Please.
Everyone.
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