Friday, January 22, 2010

Little Jersey Shore

Child exploitation -YES
Funny- YES

Monday, November 2, 2009

Touch ups

  • I'm feeling a little too expressive and want to get Botox. If you find an online coupon tell me- blame it on the recession. I'm getting 'angry lines' just like the lady below, sad not only because of the lines themselves but also because of my realization that I must be making that face so much that is leaving marks. Am I The Hulk?

  • I was in a car accident at the beginning of the month, and was advised not to exercise- by a medical practioner. Now I can act like a slob (typical), and feel good about taking care of my health. YES!
  • I came to the brilliant realization that I don't need to act like a housewife- I've got no house, and I'm no wife!

  • It has become extremely hard for me to finish an online tennis class (my last .5 credits). I'm in serious need of a tutor! It is impossible to learn how to play that game without actually playing. I need serious help.
  • I still love Glee, I am really developing a deep crush on this guy with the sick hair. His name is Mark ladies!

  • I really hate Carrie Prejean- she is conflicted about her career path and the image she is trying to project. Mother Theresa wasn't hot for a reason (and she didn't have a bf to send videos to for more obvious reasons). I do really like Sarah Palin these days though, the lady and I can be friends as long as she isn't running for office.
  • As of July 1st banks can't just charge you overdraft fees, you must allow them to first. The answer in 'NO!' Wells Fargo, get off my back.



Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Poem's Translation

Tonight I can write the most sorrowful lines.

I can write, for example: "The night is star-filled
and the blue stars are shivering in the distance."

The night wind turns in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the most sorrowful lines.
I loved her then, and sometimes she loved me back.

Through nights like tonight I held her in my arms.
I kissed her and kissed her under endless skies.

She loved me then, and sometimes I loved her back.
How could I not love her giant, still eyes?

Tonight I can write the most sorrowful lines.
I can think I'm not holding her. I can regret that I lost her.

I can hear the vast night, still vaster without her.
And the words settle on my soul like dew on the pasture.

It doesn't matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is star-filled and she is not with me.

That's all that matters. Someone is singing far away. Far away.
My soul cannot be content, because I have lost her.

As if they could bring her near, my eyes try to find her.
My heart searches for her, and she is not with me.

The same nightfall whitening the same trees.
But we have both changed so much since that night.

Surely I no longer love her, but how I once loved her.
My voice sought the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As before I had kissed her.
Her voice, her pale body. Her endless eyes.

Surely I no longer love her, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short; memories last so long.

Because through nights like tonight I held her in my arms,
my soul cannot be content, because I have lost her.

Even if this is the last pain she makes me suffer,
and this is the last poem that I write for her.

How to know he is THE ONE

Take the number of times he calls you "choice" on the first date
The number of years he has left to finish law/dental/business/medical school
how many mission stories he awkwardly shares on the first date.

Now, decide how many more years of Young Single Adult dances, and frownysmiles from the marrieds you can take.
Multiply those numbers together...
and if the number you get is higher than your age you should prolly just marry him.

I stole this from s.t.a.c.y.