Friday, September 4, 2009
I am just waiting for the day ...
... when my cat headbutts me in the face so hard I get a nosebleed. It's pretty much bound to happen eventually, and on that day my life will have reached the Summit of Lameness. Hopefully after that I can get moving into the Valley of the Reasonably Cool.
Teenybopping
This is late, but what MK venture isn't? I am SO glad that Eve from Top Chef went home last week. I couldn't handle another episode of watching her mouth hang open. Shut your mouth, Eve! You may be the nicest person ever, and it seems like you might be, but you look stupid with your mouth flapping open. Gah. Add that to Jen and her GIANT gauged ears that went home in the first episode, and I can now handle watching Top Chef for the rest of the season without being unreasonably annoyed by aesthetics. If only I could get Padma to reconsider a few of her wardrobe choices ...
Speaking of ill-conceived clothing choices, I will be going to the Britney Spears concert tomorrow with my little. Big Brothers, Big Sisters was able to procure some tickets, so T and I are going to dinner and the show. Considering I also saw Hannah Montana: The Movie with her, I think I am turning into a teenybopper. Again. Didn't I have enough embarrassing Hanson and Backstreet Boys and MTV moments in middle school? Although I did secretly kind of enjoy the Hannah Montana movie (the guy was cute! Even though I looked him up later and he was 18 ... whoops. Just how I roll, I guess.) Maybe the Britney concert will be the same way -- not the way-too-young-for-me bit, but the enjoyable-in-a-guilty-pleasure-sort-of-way bit. What I really want to see, though, is a patented Britney shitshow, a la VMAs 2008. I will let you all know which one happens, or if it's secret option C) just annoying.
All right. It's late, I'm tired and I have to get lots of beauty sleep for Ms. Spears, or really in order to handle the swarms of screaming adolescents that will accompany Ms. Spears. Baby Jesus, grant me strength.
Speaking of ill-conceived clothing choices, I will be going to the Britney Spears concert tomorrow with my little. Big Brothers, Big Sisters was able to procure some tickets, so T and I are going to dinner and the show. Considering I also saw Hannah Montana: The Movie with her, I think I am turning into a teenybopper. Again. Didn't I have enough embarrassing Hanson and Backstreet Boys and MTV moments in middle school? Although I did secretly kind of enjoy the Hannah Montana movie (the guy was cute! Even though I looked him up later and he was 18 ... whoops. Just how I roll, I guess.) Maybe the Britney concert will be the same way -- not the way-too-young-for-me bit, but the enjoyable-in-a-guilty-pleasure-sort-of-way bit. What I really want to see, though, is a patented Britney shitshow, a la VMAs 2008. I will let you all know which one happens, or if it's secret option C) just annoying.
All right. It's late, I'm tired and I have to get lots of beauty sleep for Ms. Spears, or really in order to handle the swarms of screaming adolescents that will accompany Ms. Spears. Baby Jesus, grant me strength.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Never mind ...
I do have something to say. Even though I said nothing all of August, which is ironic considering August was the most eventful month of my life in quite some time.
But that aside, the something I have to say is this: it is good to be back at Emory, but I underestimated how empty Emory would feel without friends here. Not that I don't have younger friends, because I have a few, but without my close group, it really doesn't feel like the same place. It's almost like I am here for a job, and I have the advantage of already being familiar with the campus and the routine of school, but I still just have to slog through it. Maybe this feeling will fade, maybe it won't, but it's definitely here now and it's not fun. The good news is that is just regular not fun, not depressed not fun. Silver lining, right?
Oh yeah, and I have one more thing to say: I own the worst computer ever. I typed this post in between the screen flickering on and off, and it shut itself down for no reason during the middle of the previous paragraph. Anyone have donations to the MK's New Less Shitty Computer Fund (MKNLSCF)? Maybe I need to work on the acronym. It's not really as donatable as, say, UNICEF. Either way, though, I am currently working with a special-needs machine. Computarded is clever but not very PC (Ha, PC! Get it?), so maybe I'll say technologically challenged.
As my bro says, now it's time to make like a baby and head out. Good night, and thanks for stopping by. You stay classy, blogosphere.
But that aside, the something I have to say is this: it is good to be back at Emory, but I underestimated how empty Emory would feel without friends here. Not that I don't have younger friends, because I have a few, but without my close group, it really doesn't feel like the same place. It's almost like I am here for a job, and I have the advantage of already being familiar with the campus and the routine of school, but I still just have to slog through it. Maybe this feeling will fade, maybe it won't, but it's definitely here now and it's not fun. The good news is that is just regular not fun, not depressed not fun. Silver lining, right?
Oh yeah, and I have one more thing to say: I own the worst computer ever. I typed this post in between the screen flickering on and off, and it shut itself down for no reason during the middle of the previous paragraph. Anyone have donations to the MK's New Less Shitty Computer Fund (MKNLSCF)? Maybe I need to work on the acronym. It's not really as donatable as, say, UNICEF. Either way, though, I am currently working with a special-needs machine. Computarded is clever but not very PC (Ha, PC! Get it?), so maybe I'll say technologically challenged.
As my bro says, now it's time to make like a baby and head out. Good night, and thanks for stopping by. You stay classy, blogosphere.
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