Diversity Tomorrow--Because Today's Almost Over

I have headaches all the time. I'm not sure what's wrong with me. I wake up with a headache and get another one in the afternoon. What's the deal? I know--I should drink more water because 97% of headaches are due to dehydration. But seriously. It's chapping my ass.

Also, as much as I love shopping at Whole Foods, I sort of resent the guys behind the seafood and meat counters because I only ever buy one chicken breast or one fish fillet and they always comment on that. "Only one?" "These are pretty small! Don't you want another?" NO I DO NOT. I just want one. Thanks for making me feel lonelier than I already do.

Jules and I went to the Sox-Padres game yesterday and it was a ton of fun. I think it was sort of culture shock for the city of San Diego. Dang, there were a lot of Sox fans there.

Under Penny's advising, I am watching Flight of the Conchords. It is awkward and totally Penny-esque.

When is this headache going to go away?

Farewell to the Creek

After such a long hiatus, I'm sure there's a million and one things I need to update you about.

First, I finally say farewell to Dawson's Creek. It's taken some perseverance, but I managed to catch up on two weeks worth of episodes that I missed during my trip to Wyoming. And not only just catch up, but finish it. Today, I watched the finale of the show and I forgot how much I cried the first time I watched it. My qualm--well one of my qualms--is that they couldn't just dye Katie Holmes' hair one fricking color! This is supposed to be five years later and she's supposed to be this posh writer in New York and she still has half of her hair nearly black and the other half orange. Seriously? What was that hair choice all about? Why couldn't they just dye the bottom half of her hair darker and make it one color? Other than that, and the fact that Joey didn't choose Dawson and the fact that she's annoying, I have only fond thoughts toward the show. Maybe they'll start over at the beginning and I'll be able to see the beginning, which I never did see. Also, Eddie, who is played by Oliver Hudson, is amazing.


So, as I alluded to three seconds ago, I took a trip back to WYOMING. And i did lots of cool stuff. I went to Jackson and Yellowstone and went rafting in the Yellowstone River, resorting at Chico Hot Springs, sweating in a sweat lodge, and lots of other fun things.

I'm very excited: Jules and I are going to see Avenue Q and see the Sox-Padres game! Yay!

Also, I have a job. Ha ha. Finally.

As if you need another reason to love Ed Helms.

Here are two more.

"A lot of people think that zombies walk funny."

"Do you like onion rings?"

Update:
"Suck it up Glenn!"


Ed Helms is amazing. Andy Bernard is one of my most cherished tv personalities. He can sing and is crazy.

diatribe 735

Ok, bedding. Let me start by saying that there is nothing I love more than a well-made bed. That's a lie actually. There are actually a lot of things I love more, but a well-made bed is certainly a lovely thing. I have always, even in my "louder" phases, put together an interesting bed. I have always appreciated the subtle art of designing bedding. Anyway, when I became an adult, I got a real bed, not a twin or a xl twin or any munchkin bed and I couldn't have been more excited about creating my bedding scheme. I fell in love with this Jonathan Adler scheme to the right (or above, depending on how this post pans out) and sprung for the duvet cover. A pricey venture. I didn't go for the sheets because I thought it was a little too busy and I wanted to branch out with some other design elements. I went with some reallly realllly comfy like 9,000 thread count sheets or something in a sky blue. And I have some crazy accent pillows. All in all I love my bed. It's crazy comfy and I love going to sleep in it. I feel like a princess. Today, I decided to take our relationship to the next level. I went to get some shams. No, not that kind of sham or that kind. Pillow shams, but they might as well be sham shams. I picked up a beautiful near-navy sham that went with my bedding and had to resuscitate my own self when I saw that they were $45.00. A piece. Add that to the price of good pillows and I was easily looking at $130.00 for some pillows. Psych. No way. I found some standard shams in white that were on sale for $17.99 each which is still a rip off for two rectangles of fabric sewn together, but but better than $45.00. Son of a gun.


Anyway, here's the finished product with Buttons. Buttons got an updated ribbon for the scheme. I feel like the combination of the red + royal + greens is very Swedish or something. It's like Ikea. Which is not all that surprising considering how much time I spend at Ikea. And no, I don't have any art on the wall, and if my photographer friends want to send me some of their work and I will send them money or at least a care package, that would be cool. I'm having a hard time committing to adult art, so posters are out of the question.

lest we forget what is really important

The Office. I ain't messin around here. I'm so involved with The Office, that I nightly have dreams about it, as I've mentioned before. In my latest, which occured last night, I was Pam and I just walked up to Jim and put my hand around his waist and I think we walked around the entire day like that. And then obviously kissed and got married. Because he loves me and not that GI's daughter Karen. I also got so serious that I made a tee as you can see to the left, to the left. Sorry about the weird white space in between but I wanted to compile several photos but got too lazy so I just took a screen capture and that's what turned up. I'm so Team Pam, it's unbelievable. I like want them to be in love in real life. Alas, Jenna Fischer has a crazy husband who she like "loves" or whatever.





Oh. My. God. Yet another post about television. Yikes.

oh my god, the angst

for realsies! ok, so i don't do much. i don't have a job yet, and, well, i don't have a job yet so i don't have a lot of things that regularly occupy my time. so, as i'm sure you've figured out, i turn to television to provide a schedule. mondays are house, md days. tuesdays are (sorry) american idol days. and house, md days. wednesdays are american idol days again (although sometimes i just catch the last 15 minutes to find out who got kicked off). thursdays are big for me because there's earl, THE OFFICE, 30 rock, scrubs, and grey's anatomy. sometimes i have to do some fancy footwork with the tivo to make sure i can watch everything.

the day-to-day basis, however, is the tv that actually comproses my schedule. 5-6 i can catch two episodes of king of queens, 6-7: two episodes of that 70's show and 7-8: two will and graces. awesome. not that i always watch that slate of three hours of syndication, but sometimes i do. but most importantly: 9-10 am: DAWSON'S FRICKIN CREEK.

at this point, you still trying to tie in the title. fear not, i have not yet made a connection. that pollywog above, in addition to making me feel very lame and pitiful is to distract you from the fact that i wanted this post to be about dawson's creek. but, i write so much about dawson's creek, you'd think that it were still actively on television. man, i love that show. i'm a little grateful that i never watched it was it was really on, because this way is so much better. i don't have to wait a week or a whole summer to find out what happens next and who falls in the creek. so, today, joey and dawson finally "proved their love" if you know what i mean. and they spent this entire day in which you forget that she's supposedly going to this Harvard-esque fictional university and that she'd probably have a frickin lot to do, especially at the beginning of the semester. how cute and heartwarming. and then she's plays the annoying girlfriend card and steals his phone away when it's ringing to see who's calling and you want to shoot her in the face when she goes postal about the fact that dawson had been seeing some bird over the summer in la. the same summer that joey did not call him and also saw someone else. IT MAKES ME SO MAD. well, she makes me mad a lot of the time because she's frightfully annoying and her smile makes me want to punch a wall, but this made me mad at humanity as well. because how often do we hear about/see that? all the frickin time. people get jealous at the drop of a hat and it annoys the bananas out of me. like, for serious, did you not imagine that there could ever be someone else in a person's life beside you? and this isn't the case about dawson and joey, cause they've known each other their whole life, but for a lot of others, it seems like people refuse to accept that there may have been someone in their life before them that was really important and all that. IT JUST MAKES ME SO MAD. i don't get jealous like that, dude. america, you are NOT the father. i know that doesn't make any sense, but it's cool.

Mandy Listens to Muzak!

Ok, so I am no for realsies music critic. But, I do like music. All kinds of it. After my brief foray into Film Critique (see post below), I felt good, smart, etc., and in the words of Toby, I want to chase that feeling.

So, in the first installment of what I like to call "Mandy Listens to Muzak!" aka "I Don't Just Watch TV," I'll delve into a little music critique! Here weeeeeee goooooo!

Artist: Wyclef Jean
Album: The Carnival

I don't often like an entire album. I'm self-proclaimed totally music A.D.D. Totally. I'll listen to a song and 3/4 of the way through skip to the next. Or i buy an album and listen to three songs on it. But this album is one that I can basically listen to the whole thing! It's awesome! It has this crazy good mixture of upbeat songs, funky songs, moving songs and silly songs. You can hear Lauryn Hill on several of the tracks which is always a bonus with her powerhouse voice. The interludes are funny and they even feature a cover of a BeeGees song! I'm Barry F-in Gibb! How could you not love anything that is Wyclef Jean + Barry Gibb? The answer is that you could not not love it. The Carnival: because Wyclef Jean should not just be known for that Shakira song.