I Want I Need

I'm going to Uganda.

I'm going to be there for almost four whole months.

I like to read.

In 2010 alone I have read:

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
The Lost Symbol
Anne of Green Gables
Anne of Avonlea
Anne of the Island
Anne's House O Dreams
Rules for Radicals
A Clockwork Orange
The Art of War
High Fidelity

Just how am I supposed to fit all that nonsense in my suitcase?

Which is why I need one of these for my trip I think:

It's a Kindle and this one is less than $70. I can upload enough books to last me for my trip and then I'm good to go for the entirety of my trip to Africa.

Brilliant, huh?

A Hilarious Misfortune

I took this picture when I was in England. We were at Stourhead which is where part of Pride & Prejudice a la Keira Knightly was filmed.

I took a picture of myself:

With the intention of photoshopping Mr. Darcy in later. This is the same place where he proposes to her the first time you know with the:

DARCY: Miss Elizabeth. I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you. I had to see you. I have fought against my better judgement, my family’s expectation, the inferiority of your birth, my rank and circumstances – all these things -but I am willing to put them aside and ask you to end my agony

LIZZY: I don’t understand.

DARCY: I love you. Most ardently. Please do me the honor of accepting my hand.

Look for these images in this scene:

But I digress . . .

The point was I wanted to photoshop Mr. Darcy into a picture of me in the same place. I finally got around to doing it today. I pulled up a picture of Mr. Darcy looking at Keira. I magnetic lassoed Mr. Darcy, masked and fixed the lines, cut him out, flipped him (vertically) and then dragged the picture into my original . . .

Needless to say, it failed miserably. I need to pay a bit more attention to file size next time perhaps. I didn't even both with cropping the original as I had intended because let's face it, what's the point?

Geeeez

Please Find It

I want this dress. If anyone can find it (or something like it) for me I would be eternally grateful. If you can find something like it for less than $40 I would really really love you!

Keep those eyes peeled . . . please!

I have to look my very best for the lawn party.

On Ridiculousness

I love when a weekend you thought would be completely boring turns out to be anything but. Originally, I planned on redboxing a movie on Friday night, sleep in on Saturday, clean, maybe go to the library or watch another movie.

Instead I ended up driving to a dance in Anaheim on Friday, going to Sonic and not getting home til 3 am. What more could you want from an evening than hanging out with people you barely know and getting forever stuck in a photograph with those people looking like this:

On Saturday I went to a birthday party that culminated in the birthday girl and several others (including myself) jumping fully clothed into the pool in 60ish degree weather.

Someone remarked that the pool jumping incident as peer pressure at its stupidest or something like that. Basically, it was implied that we did something stupid and pointless because we were talked or pressured into it.

Let it be known that I don't have to be pressured at all into doing something stupid or pointless. I did it absolutely of my own free will because I wanted to. Sure, jumping into a pool at someone's house you barely know in a pair of shorts that belong to said person you barely know in 60 degree weather knowing you have to drive home with wet hair and underwear is a little stupid. But aren't the stupid and ridiculous things sometimes the most fun?

And they are definitely some of the most memorable.

I honestly can't count the times I have jumped into pools fully clothed in my Mr. Gatti's uniform after work or that one time at Tiny's house or that one time at the lake in Knoxville etc. etc.

And I'm willing to bet more than one person regrets not jumping right in with us poor victims of peer pressure.

They'd probably make me eat a live chicken!

I'm going to a lawn party come April 24th. It's true! Complete with dresses, hats, pearls, bowties AND

CRAWFISH!

Doesn't that just sound like the epitome of Southern gentility and sophistication?

Well I don't eat crawfish. The eyes are still looking at you even after you boil them! uuuggghhh . . . you know how it is.

It's very Steel Magnolias of me if I do say so myself.

I cannot even wait. I think about 99.9% of women want and like to dress up at least every once in awhile. And as everyone knows from my post a few days ago I do love wearing hats. A pretty dress with a hat is even better. Add those pearls and I'm practically in heaven!

Maybe a little something like this:

I do always wish I could dress like the characters from Gossip Girl you know.

But seriously. I am very excited to go home. I'm from the South, and it doesn't really matter where I live or go for the rest of my life--I'm Southern through and through and that's not changing.

Pepperoni

I'm rather weird about my meat eating habits. A lot of the time I just avoid it altogether. I'm not a vegetarian by a long shot because sometimes I just want to murder a BigMac and whatnot. But seriously, I cannot think too hard about what I'm eating.

I think a lot of my aversion to various types of meat started as a child. I used to go fishing. So when I think of fish I associate it with yucky worms, dead fish hooked on lines, powerbait and that fishy lake smell. Maybe a little bit of Little Mermaid influence in there somewhere too.

I don't eat fish.

(With the exception of some sushi but mostly just the kinds with crab in it.)

I also used to help my grandpa, mom, aunt and cousins show sheep at county and 4-H fairs when I was younger. So when I think of sheep I remember that my first sheep that was my very own was named Sugar. I also think of smelly barns, poopy boots and the nasty way my hands felt after washing about 15 sheep in an afternoon.

I don't eat lamb.

I think maybe a combination of Bambi, dead deer pictures that hunters (i.e. my family) take of themselves with their kill and this beauty on the living room wall led to a general avoidance of deer meat.

Yep, you guessed it . . .

I don't eat deer.

And the only reason I can come up with for my distaste for pork is Babe. I mean seriously, I watch this cute little movie about a talking pig who wants to be a sheep dog. A TALKING pig mind you. A cute little pig given many human characteristics. Then someone fries up some bacon and expects me to eat it. I don't think so!

I don't eat pork.

Lucky I didn't have any emotional connections with cows and chickens or meat may have been entirely ruined for me.

Oh, the reason I bring this all up . . .

I was talking to Gage on the phone the other night. He was eating pizza. When I asked him what kind he said pepperoni. I then told him I don't really like pepperoni. To which he responded, "You try it next time you come home and I bet you'll like it."

All I can think of is Babe.

That'll do pig.

Seventy Times 7

I love music! Did you know that?

Directions for this post:

1.) Play this video




2.) Read this post while listening




I love how a song can transcend just being a song. It can be connected to a thousand memories. The song means so much more than just the original tune and lyrics that the artist records. Because of your experience with it you make it your own. It doesn't matter how many years go by or how your musical tastes may change. This song comes on and you can remember with almost perfect detail the moment that this song became something so much more. Unfortunately this can be a good or bad connection, and I have songs that qualify in both categories. But I certainly have more songs that remind me of some of the best times, friends and memories I have in my life than ones that remind me of the bad times.

I'm going to tell you about one of them.

While driving to work this morning Seventy Times 7 came on my iPod . . .

Immediately I was driving through the Smoky Mountains by the Little River en route to Gatlinburg. The car is full of my very best girlfriends. It is the perfect day in one of the most perfect summers of my life. All the windows are down, feet are hanging out the window and we are young, relatively carefree and anxiously awaiting our post high school lives. We weren't really sure what would happen come fall when we would all go our separate ways or how the years at college or wherever else we were going would change us, but I know at that moment we couldn't care less. All that mattered was that we were together and having an awesome time. I don't remember what we did in Gatlinburg, where we went that night, or even who's car we were driving, but I will never forget that drive and that song.

Using cell phones, water bottles or whatever we could find we sang (or maybe we screamed)

And is that what you call tact?

You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back.

So let's end this call, and end this conversation.

and is that what you call a getaway?

well tell me what you got away with.

cause you left the frays from the ties you severed 

when you say best friends means friends forever

just as loud as we could into our "microphones".

It was definitely one of my infinite moments (see Perks of Being a Wallflower for explanation).

I will admit that if I heard Brand New's first CD for the first time today, I probably wouldn't think much of it. But Your Favorite Weapon and I have history, and I will certainly never forget it. How could I when it is the background music to practically every good memory from the summer of 2005? Or as I like to call it the summer of the Posh Elite complete with high school graduation, Warped Tour, hooker high heels, Kelsie's hot tub, Jessica's dad's pool, being water logged practically the whole summer, hanging out in Kelsie's basement, Tom and Blockbuster, my first job at Mr. Gatti's, scary movies and the circular conversations of which of us would survive in a scary movie situation, my brains falling out (i.e. nosebleeds) and perpetually loosing my contacts at Kelsie's house, driving down a curvy road at all hours of the night either to or from Kelsie's house, late night trips to Wal-Mart and late night meals at IHOP. 

Ahh . . . can't you just feel the nostalgia? 

Hats

I love them. Truly I do!

They are the perfect thing to try on when you go to a store. Trying on shirts can get a little tedious.

Off, on, off and back on again.

It gets even more complicated when you're trying on pants because then you have shoes to contend with as well.

But with hats, so long as you hair isn't in a pony tail you're good to go. (Sunglasses are fun too!)
I tried on so many hats at Disneyland I'm sure Laura got tired of watching me . . . and taking pictures of me too. But how could I resist when they had so many Nightmare Before Christmas and pirate themed hats? It was a lost cause from the beginning even if I had tried to resist.

Boys and girls of every age, wouldn't you like to see something strange?

Come with us and you will see, this our town of Halloween.

Yo ho, Yo ho, a pirate's life for me

We're devils and black sheep, we're really bad eggs

Drink up me 'earties, yo ho!

(Laura's face is priceless in this picture.)

Save Me a Spot

So I'm sure no one has missed the memo about the give a day get a day promotion from Disney. This year if you give a day of service with a partner charity you can get a free day pass to one of the Disney theme parks. 

I'm in California only about an hour from Disneyland so it was perfect! I looked through many of the possible options. Many of them were full, required a long term commitment (which I can't give because I'm only here for a few months), or required extensive paperwork and application processes.

I finally found the one that was perfect for me. It was a volunteer judge position with the Save Me a Spot in College contest. All I had to do was read a batch of 30 written entries for this contest and submit my top three favorites. Easy enough right?

I found out this morning after I received and read my first batch that it is far from easy. 

My particular batch of essays comes from a group of 8th grade children. A lot of whom are the first generation of their family to be born in this country. Even more of them have parents who did not get to go to college. 

Now the task of picking only three out of 30 children hoping to go to college seems really, really hard. How do you decide which of these deserving and needing children gets an opportunity for a college scholarship? I only get to know about these kids in 400 words or less, and it is both not enough and way too much. Getting a scholarship to college could potentially change the lives of these students. How am I qualified to decide this?

When I know what doors college has opened for me, I certainly cannot take the responsibility of giving a child a chance to go to college lightly. 

Notes: These are paraphrased not direct quotes:

One essay said:

I bet you dreamed of going to college too. Now look at you! You reached your goals and now have the chance to give kids like me the same opportunity.

another said:

I want to prove that poor girls can graduate college just the same as rich girls.

One thing all the essays had in common was their complete faith in their ability to make a difference for good in this world. Almost every essay mentions how if they are able to go to college and make something of themselves they will benefit the entire state and its residents and improve the lives of their parents and their future children.

Nearly every essay also mentioned how their peers deserved to go to college as well. While they were competing for a scholarship, hardly any of the essays focused only on the writer. They used a collective we:

We deserve to go to college.

We can change the world.

We can have a better life with more opportunities than our parents.

My peers and I need your help.

Etc., etc.

But I do have to choose. Why don't we just instate a logistical nightmare known as free college education? Public college? I like that idea!

So the point of this post is I have a lot of thinking and decision making to do.

Oh, and I miss my job at the elementary school too.

And shame on the writers of The Office for the ridiculous Scott's Tots episode.

It wasn't funny.

This isn't what it should be

I had this glorious post all planned out for tonight. However, after watching 30 Rock, Community and The Office I have no energy left to put in the time and effort this post deserves.

So here is another one of my favorite things lately:

Post Secret

No, these are not my postcards. Just examples of post secret ones.

Also, I was told about this by a friend. Which is true of most of the things I like. Sometimes I like to think I'm original, but I'm really not so much.

Welcome to the Magical

I enjoyed Disney the second time around much more than I did when I went as a 13 year old on an 8th grade field trip. I finally got to ride Splash Mountain and was able to release someone from a long held grudge that he most likely didn't even know I had. I'm sure somewhere around 9:00 pm Pacific time on Friday March 12 he breathed a big sigh of relief for a reason unbeknownst to him.

We spent half the day in California Adventure riding the roller coaster, soarin' over California, and watching the Aladdin show. Then we rounded out the night with a parade, space mountain, splash mountain, fireworks and a few other classics at Disneyland. We even saw Tinker Bell fly! Yes, that really happened!!

Oh, and I was recommended for admission. More on that later!

Quake!!!

I was in my first earthquake ever this morning. It was at about 4 am if you want to be precise about it. Naturally, I was dead asleep at this time. I'm still not entirely sure if it was the shaking or the screaming that woke me up. All I know is that by the time I did wake up somebody was already screaming. So I guess I slept through at least part of it.

My first thought, a stupid one of course because most thoughts when I first wake up are, was that somebody in the apartment next to mine had just been thrown into the wall with considerable force and quite a loud shriek too. This is nonsensical of course, but I've never been in an earthquake so give me a break.

When I finally had my wits gathered about me and realized what was going on it had already went on. Because I missed it really. I only realized I was in an earthquake after it was completely over. Lame huh?

I then proceeded to get up, go to the bathroom, stare at the ceiling and wait for those nasty aftershocks I hear tell of.  They never came. I went back to sleep. Still not entirely sure if I had assumed correct, I asked my roommate, a veteran earthquaker, if it was an earthquake.  It was . . .


a 4.4 from what I hear.

I'll update about the weekend tomorrow. Here's a little preview . . .

Just a Quick Note

My weekend was fabulous . . . exhausting but so much fun. I have some great pictures, but it's late and I would much rather watch tv right now. So suffice it to say I had a good time until I load the pictures (probably tomorrow). Plus I have to shower tonight. Isn't showering after 10 p.m. kind of unusual in an exciting way? I think so.

Here's one of my new favorite songs to listen to during the anxious wait time . . .

Betrayl

I have been completely betrayed by those yummy little squares of cinnamon sugar goodness I love oh so much.

While snacking on them, dry like it's popcorn, tonight during the ANTM season premiere I inadvertently inhaled quite a large amount of the aforementioned cinnamon sugar goodness. What followed, as you can imagine, was a prolonged stent of coughing, gasping, face reddening, tearing up and a general inability to breathe. Just like that episode of 30 Rock where Liz says she has a fear of choking while at home alone. Luckily I wasn't alone. And also it was lucky I wasn't really choking. I was faux choking if you will.

It was pure nonsense because honestly, who chokes when there is actually nothing literally blocking their air way . . . just coating it?

At least I didn't choke on my own spit though (right Michael)?

I always think of all these brilliant things to write on my blog while I'm out working. Of course, they all fly right out of my brain almost immediately after I think them. Have I talked about this before? If I have then obviously once again I forgot.

I had some pretty deep interesting thoughts today while eating granola, dismembered (i.e. crunched) knock off teddy grams and fudge covered graham crackers all mixed together in a baggie (to save plastic of course) like my own personal brand of trail mix. But you know, all I can remember now is how sad all the little teddy graham heads looked (I mean they were knock offs that only wish they were as cute and delicious as the real thing) peeking at me through the granola crumbles. 

I do remember seeing a man on a horse by a major highway and a train track. I just missed taking a picture of him as the train passed by a few seconds.

This got me to wondering if this guy refuses to ride in cars. Which reminded me of an episode of Speed Racer (yeah I watched that show) I saw long ago. There was a man who hated cars and refused to use them. Hence the riding a horse everywhere. Have I perhaps witnessed the real live man in the purple suit today? Maybe.

The episode went a little something like this:

The first one kicks off with Speed getting in a bar fight with some tough customers, whereupon one of them proclaims, "You're a groovy fighter!" Speed and Trixie meet a girl who's into cars, but her father, an angry-looking man in a purple suit, hates cars. He rides a horse because he's convinced that all cars are nothing but potential weapons. Speed averts conflict by telling the man that he works at a factory, but the old fellow soon figures things out. "You're really a professional racer!" he spouts, "LIAAAAAAAAAR!!" He then proceeds to attack Speed with a horsewhip. Fortunately, everything is ironed out in the end, but not before the car hater engineers a rash of auto sabotages that results in some hilarious, incredible carnage (something else which Speed Racer is known for-- cars don't crash in this show. They crash, then burn, then explode.) synopsis courtesy of animejump.com

P.S.~

My dear cousin Laura is coming to galavant around L.A. with me this weekend. To say I am excited is quite the understatement. 

Super Burrito

So I find it funny that every week I sit myself down in front of the television and watch The Biggest Loser while eating. Is it ok that I watch this show while eating a bowl of Lucky Charms (and maybe a cookie or two) . . .ok and sometimes some cinnamon toast crunch?

Does it make it ok that I ran alomst 3 miles prior to eating this while watching The Biggest Loser? Does it?!

I certainly hope so because that is certainly what I'm doing. I assume I am not alone in this situation either. Does it defeat the purpose of liking the show if I eat junk food while watching it?

Am I a Biggest Loser hypocrite/sham fan for doing this?

Oh geez, I just don't even know anymore. I don't want to be a bad fan of one of my very favorite shows.

Speaking of food, never order anything with the word super in the name unless you know exactly what you're getting yourself into. If not you may end up with what my roommate/co-worker had for lunch today:

a burrito large enough to feed a small city for a day.

I had a more reasonably sized quesadilla:

We were given our first free food today while working. A wonderfully sweet woman at this place called D'New Aristocrat gave us baked chicken empanadas. They were kind of like hot pocket/pasty/kind of sweet tasting deliciousness. 

Also, I've found the place where I really, truly belong.

Who belongs in Awesometown if not me?

Excuse

Excuse the short post. I am much too excited from the return of Gossip Girl tonight. It wasn't quite as eventful as I expected, but it certainly set up for some pretty interesting episodes.

And why have I never been informed of the Monsters of Folk before? Anything involving Connor Oberst must be made known to me!! Don't you forget it!

And the Oscar goes to . . .

So I watched (well technically I am watching) The 82nd Annual Academy Awards tonight.

First of all Cinnamon Toast Crunch makes an excellent substitute for popcorn.

Second of all, I really need to go to the movies more often. It's so expensive out here, but I need to suck it up and put it in the weekly budget. There are just so many I want to see. The Hurt Locker, Inglorious Bastards, Precious, Crazy Heart, Up in the Air, Up, District 9, Invictus, The Lovely Bones, The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus, Fantastic Mr. Fox, The Young Victoria, Bright Star, Coco Before Chanel . . . Whew I'm just exhausted thinking of how far behind I am.

At least I have seen Avatar.

Does anyone else think it's funny that everyone is the Twilight series are better actors than Kristen Stewart?

Anna Kendrick i.e. Jessica (a very minor character) from Twilight was nominated for an Oscar for goodness sakes.

And K-Stew got to present one award. She got only twoish lines and managed to scratch her nose, mess with her hair and cough in that short time. Not to mention the fact she mumbled the whole time. Why is she famous again?

Where is the love?

I am very saddened to say I do not think I can any longer be a fan of one of my most favorite time wasters Perez Hilton.

He posted a summary of a rather rude, unkind and generally false blog that used Marie Osmond's sons death as yet another anti-Mormon platform. First of all, this was in extremely bad tasting using the death of someone's child as an excuse to drag them and their religion through the mud. I could not even begin to imagine losing someone who I loved to suicide, and I certainly cannot possibly imagine being heartless enough to use this happening to someone as a way to promote my own agenda no matter what it was. However, this was used as an excuse to rant on and on about how Mormons are evil. It's nothing us members of the LDS church haven't heard before really.

However, just because it is not the first time it does not make it less disconcerting.

The blame game has never really got anyone anywhere. Saying that a Whopper has more calories that a Big Mac has never made me want to buy a Big Mac and hearing a political candidate rip into their opponent and lay to bare every mistake they have ever made only makes me wonder what skeletons are hiding in their closet that makes them feel the only way they can win is to belittle their rival.

Saying the Mormon Church is evil, a cult, hypocritical, homophobic, brainwashing, of the devil, etc. etc. will NEVER actually help further pro gay rights movements. It just won't do any good. The statement "If the Mormon church is false then gays should be allowed to get married" is not a logically sound if and then statement. That's not how it works.

So instead of proving a point or trying to find something beneficial out of a tragedy, someone has only propagated falsehoods, hate and contention.

Since this was posted on Perez Hilton today, 301(this is not counting how many people read and didn't comment and how many people read it on the original blog it was posted on) people have commented on the post. 301 people who may have never known anything about the Church may have had their first impression not of love, family, faith, Jesus Christ, salvation, scripture, righteousness, blessings, power of prayer, testimony, or any other of the countless wonderful aspects of my church. Sadly, their first impression of the Church was one of hate, evil, homophobia and suicide. All of the wonderful things my church does, all the lives it touches and changes, families it brings together, and people it helps are completely overlooked because someone who has little to no actual facts makes a public tirade about our church.

And surely enough many people will hold this impression their entire lives. Further antagonistic, hateful and fearful attitudes is the last thing we need in this world right now, and most likely this is just what has happened as a result of one person.

I don't expect my church leader to be able to tell me what it's like to be Jewish, or Hindu, or Baptist. I would certainly hope you wouldn't expect yours to be able to tell you about what it's really like to be a Mormon.

So on the off chance you don't know anyone else here's my first hand experience:

Being a member of the LDS Church has made my life better . . . without a shadow of a doubt. I have stayed alcohol, drug and smoke free. I have never woken up and not been able to remember what I did the night before. I am not encumbered by any physical or emotional addictions. I have not had a child out of wedlock.

I am a college graduate, and I plan to continue my education.

I have a love for myself, my family, my friends, and my fellowman that has come from the knowledge that we are all brothers and sisters of our Heavenly Father. We are all here for the same reason, working towards the same goal, and are all fellow travelers to the grave.

I have learned that even the smallest acts of kindness can lift another's spirit, and truly have an impact on both their lives and your own.

I have learned that prayer is real and powerful. God will and does answer every prayer (if not in the way you expect). You might miss it because most of the time our prayers are answered through another person. Don't doubt that God doesn't listen just because he doesn't personally answer you. He uses us as his ministering angels most of the time. Be perceptive and listen to the Spirit and He will use you, too.

I know that everyone's particular situation in life, no matter how terrible it may seem, is that way for a reason. We all knew beforehand what we were getting ourselves into when we came into this life and we willingly and cheerfully agreed because we knew the reward would far outweigh the cost. Our situations, friends, family, location, co-workers--all of it is there for a specific reason.

Because of my religion, I am able to see beyond my daily struggles, disappointments and heartbreaks and know that someday, if not in this life then in the next, they will have been for my own good and progression.

I have learned that I can be with my family and those that I love and care for forever. Really, what more could one want than to be always with your loved ones?

I know my Saviour Jesus Christ, I know what he did for us all, and I know I am loved.

I know I have a divine potential.

I know there is a purpose to my life.

I can and do find joy in my life.

I gladly donate 10% of my earnings to my Church because I know every cent of it is used for a good purpose.

I think even the most spiritually devoid atheist would be impressed with the conversion stories and drastic life changes of the people I go to church with each and every Sunday.

I know that we lived before this earth and we will after. The potential each one of us has is more than we could possibly hope to imagine.

True story.

If you really want to know more, I suggest trying here:

LDS.org

Mormon.org

Chat Live with a Missionary (yeah this is for real)

Mormon Messages (you better believe Mormons have a youtube channel!)

And let us not forget what the great Charles Dickens said about ignorance:

`They are Man's,'' said the Spirit, looking down upon them. ``And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased. Deny it!'' cried the Spirit, stretching out its hand towards the city. ``Slander those who tell it ye! Admit it for your factious purposes, and make it worse! And bide the end!'' ``Have they no refuge or resource?'' cried Scrooge. ``Are there no prisons?'' said the Spirit, turning on him for the last time with his own words. ``Are there no workhouses?'' Charles Dickens A Christmas Carol, 1843



I'm done being serious now.

Here's a picture from Christmas I love, and I don't think I've posted yet:

A Suspicion

So about midday today (I think it was while I was having lunch in the car) I had an itch on my neck. In the process of getting it sorted out, I realized I had my shirt on backwards. The funny thing was, you certainly couldn't tell. I probably just looked just as fashionable regardless of my unintentional wardrobe malfunction.

This leads me to my thought for the day. I was reading Perez Hilton the other day (as I do most days) and there was some post or other about Lady GaGa and her fashion choices. I have to say I am rather impressed by the fact she constantly keeps up her out-there wardrobe all of the time in front of the paparazzi. But I must say I suspect as soon as she is away from the beautiful dirty rich lifestyle and the fame she likes to just dance around in her hotel room (brown eyes free from her gratuitous amount of makeup) in a t-shirt and basketball shorts.

I just know it.

With all the extreme fashion she is usually seen in it's almost hard to picture her dressed in clothes that seem normal for the rest of us but for her are just eh eh boring. Here's a rendering of what she might look like. Of course it's impossible to find a picture without makeup or accessories of some sort because of the aforementioned reasons.

I don't really know, but I really like to think so.

P.S. -

How many Lady Gaga song titles did I sneak in up there?

What do you call . . .

a blog with no identifiable subject?

I don't know.

But here's one thing I do know . . . I hate traffic. There is no excuse for it ever taking nearly two hours to drive 20 miles for any reason short of death, destruction, natural disasters or a zombie apocalypse. I suppose the ridiculously long drive gives some people time to contemplate deep thoughts about the true purpose of their life, or perhaps to de stress after a long day of closing extremely important business deals, or perhaps some people just enjoy the time to rock out to their favorite tune or listen to a book on tape. Who's to say?

I, however, did not contemplate any purpose to my life as I drove home today. I was sleepy, hungry and a little hot. Not to mention tired of being in the car. It's the worst when you're driving in the car tired, slow, and warm. Why can't we all just aparate? WHY?!

A little before 4 today we took a trip to the beach somewhere in the Venice area to write out some letters for work since we were so close, and believe you me it certainly beat sitting in the car to write them.