nsync is so full of mistakes.
the girls in the video. the horribly generic lyrics matched with generic video clips but oddly mismatched couples. everyone's hair. EVERYONE's. i know the dreads and the curly blonde stand out, but if you look closely, they are ALL mistakes.
Saturday
pdx schmdx
i am at the airport right now. the portland airport has its own wireless network, which makes it totally worth having to take your computer out of your bag at security. especially when your flight is delayed two and a half hours. a one and a half hour flight, delayed two hours. silly. and actually, security was a breeze. there is no one at the airport right now. when i dropped jake off yesterday morning, it was a zoo; we stood in line for 45 minutes while two attendants helped the line of people who actually needed to talk to someone because they were old or going to denver, and like eight attendants were helping people who were in the self check-in line. silly. i wanted to scream. but there's no one here today - checking in took about eight minutes. i got here really really ridiculously early because i thought i was going to have to stand in line for hours (i never stood in line at all) and i was sure i would forget that i had lotion or a drink and get in trouble ( i didn't), and now i'm just bored. i've eaten a burrito, an oreo fixnmix from wendy's which was pitifully far from an oreo milkshake, and a bigkat kitkat and my original boarding time hasn't even rolled around yet. any time i have kitkats, i could just eat them forever, but the second i take a bite of a bigkat i'm already satisfied. i threw away the entire second half.
awesome. orbitz just called again to tell me my flight was delayed a little bit more, and then during that call i got a call waiting, also from orbitz, telling me my flight was delayed even more than that. i wonder if orbitz gum is by the same people as the ticket people. i think their marketing campaigns are pretty similar.
on the train on the way to the airport, there was this woman talking on the phone. usually i get pretty annoyed at people talking on the phone in public places - not that they're being intentionally rude, just that they're apparently dumb or self-absorbed enough not to be able to read social signals that tell them that it's inappropriate. you know, people rolling their eyes when they laugh like a horse or sometimes just straight up glaring at them (this is my style, especially if they are using swears). i mean, i am not an extra perceptive person, but i can tell that when i'm on the phone on the bus or in an elevator, people are annoyed and don't want to hear whatever i'm talking about, even though it's usually delightful. it's like reverse privacy - people on phones don't care what other people know about their lives, but other people don't want to know even a single thing. anyway, if i can tell that it's not an appropriate thing to do, most other people should too. i think the majority of people know this by now, so when someone does do it, especially in a horsey voice, it's especially irritating.
as should be obvious by now, this woman had a horsey voice. i didn't really get irritated, though, because her end of the conversation was so transparent and pretty pathetic. she was obviously talking to a family member, and trying to impress upon them how many people cared for her and how many different households she was invited to for christmas and not to worry about her spending christmas alone. all well and good, although she also told the person that she was walking to her car, which she obviously was not because she was on the train right across from me. it made me feel pretty sad, and really lucky that i'm going home for christmas to people i care about and haven't seen in a while and we're all going to have a terrific time together.
i know my work friend/boss reads this blog, but hopefully i'll post a bunch after this and it will be so far down that she'll miss it. this christmas, she decided not to let her husband by her something pretty expensive that she really wanted. instead, she spent money on buying presents for children whose families couldn't afford to. then, on christmas day, she wants to go to mcdonald's and buy a bunch of breakfasts and hand them out to the homeless. her selflessness just shames me. sometimes we talk about people who are so awesome that we are simultaneously ecstatic to have them as friends and hate them for being way more awesome than us. when we talk about these people, i almost can't believe that she would be jealous of a friend of hers for being more awesome than her. look at the stuff she's doing for other people this christmas! also, her apartment is totally awesome! i'm really glad that my cat is spending the holidays there. maybe he will learn a little something about selflessness.
awesome. orbitz just called again to tell me my flight was delayed a little bit more, and then during that call i got a call waiting, also from orbitz, telling me my flight was delayed even more than that. i wonder if orbitz gum is by the same people as the ticket people. i think their marketing campaigns are pretty similar.
on the train on the way to the airport, there was this woman talking on the phone. usually i get pretty annoyed at people talking on the phone in public places - not that they're being intentionally rude, just that they're apparently dumb or self-absorbed enough not to be able to read social signals that tell them that it's inappropriate. you know, people rolling their eyes when they laugh like a horse or sometimes just straight up glaring at them (this is my style, especially if they are using swears). i mean, i am not an extra perceptive person, but i can tell that when i'm on the phone on the bus or in an elevator, people are annoyed and don't want to hear whatever i'm talking about, even though it's usually delightful. it's like reverse privacy - people on phones don't care what other people know about their lives, but other people don't want to know even a single thing. anyway, if i can tell that it's not an appropriate thing to do, most other people should too. i think the majority of people know this by now, so when someone does do it, especially in a horsey voice, it's especially irritating.
as should be obvious by now, this woman had a horsey voice. i didn't really get irritated, though, because her end of the conversation was so transparent and pretty pathetic. she was obviously talking to a family member, and trying to impress upon them how many people cared for her and how many different households she was invited to for christmas and not to worry about her spending christmas alone. all well and good, although she also told the person that she was walking to her car, which she obviously was not because she was on the train right across from me. it made me feel pretty sad, and really lucky that i'm going home for christmas to people i care about and haven't seen in a while and we're all going to have a terrific time together.
i know my work friend/boss reads this blog, but hopefully i'll post a bunch after this and it will be so far down that she'll miss it. this christmas, she decided not to let her husband by her something pretty expensive that she really wanted. instead, she spent money on buying presents for children whose families couldn't afford to. then, on christmas day, she wants to go to mcdonald's and buy a bunch of breakfasts and hand them out to the homeless. her selflessness just shames me. sometimes we talk about people who are so awesome that we are simultaneously ecstatic to have them as friends and hate them for being way more awesome than us. when we talk about these people, i almost can't believe that she would be jealous of a friend of hers for being more awesome than her. look at the stuff she's doing for other people this christmas! also, her apartment is totally awesome! i'm really glad that my cat is spending the holidays there. maybe he will learn a little something about selflessness.
Wednesday
caffeine puts me in an awesome mood
i am SO excited about christmas. all my shopping/crafting is done, my cat's things are all packed for his vacation at a friend's house where i hope he will be thoroughly enjoyed or at least laughed at a lot, and i am going home on saturday. the only thing left to do is wrap presents, which i am really really good at. i can't wait to see my mom, eat her food, hang out with old friends, see my horse, and watch law & order. she even said we could watch a muppet christmas carol. and also we're going to greens, pretty much the best vegetarian restaurant in the bay area. it's funny, when i was a kid we would always go to mel's drive-in for my birthday, and that was the best treat ever. now it's this upscale joint with tiny if incredibly delicious portions. i guess even if i don't act like it, i am a little bit of a grown-up.
Monday
well i win
i was right.
it was just some british kids making fun of american teenagers. hey, i make fun of them too. it's cool.
it was just some british kids making fun of american teenagers. hey, i make fun of them too. it's cool.
why i eyes ya
this is pretty funny.
this is terrible, but also funny.
and then there's this.
is this even for real? ten bucks says it's another lonelygirl15, but either way, it is hilarious. jake seems to think that it's stupid enough to be real, but i'm optimistic enough to think that even teenagers aren't this dumb.
this is terrible, but also funny.
and then there's this.
is this even for real? ten bucks says it's another lonelygirl15, but either way, it is hilarious. jake seems to think that it's stupid enough to be real, but i'm optimistic enough to think that even teenagers aren't this dumb.
Sunday
we all want to change the world
so sometimes i tend to overrepresent my circumstances. maybe not overrepresent, really, but guild a little bit so that people don't feel sorry for me, or like they need to do something to fix what's going on because i don't like people meddling with my life and whatever mess i'm in, i got myself into so it's really no one else's responsibility. if i was ever in trouble - like arrested, or things being reposessed trouble (somehow when i picture my future, i always assume that i am going to make some horrible mistake, or some horrible mistake is going to be made and somehow related to me, and i will end up in jail. i don't think i've ever done a single thing wrong that has merited jailtime, and i'm pretty sure i never would - not because i'm afraid of jail, although i am, but because that involves hurting another person pretty badly and as a basically good person i spend most of my time trying not to do exactly that) - i know that there are at least half a dozen people who would help me and still love me, even after giving me a stern talking-to. thankfully, never in my life have i been in that kind of trouble. while i am not awesome with money, i'm getting better and i've never actually had enough money to buy anything big enough to put me in debt far enough to have anything reposessed. also, i don't think anything i own is worth enough to erase that kind of debt anyway.
one way in which i've misrepresented my circumstances lately is my living situation. i live with four boys, which superficially is awesome. there are no passive-aggressive notes anywhere, ever, there's no kind of time limit on how long dishes can be in the sink, and the washer and dryer are always free. always. i'm never asked to turn anything down, clean anything up, or change in any way. i also like all of them, every single one, and i like hanging out with them. they are all good people and hilarious in their own ways, which is important. i never have to put up with friends of theirs i don't like, listen to music of theirs that makes me want to beat them up, or question their motivations for donning ridiculous clothing because they all have different but pretty good tastes in all of those categories.
those are the things that i tell people about when they ask how it's going, where i'm living and what it's like. the things i deal with daily, though, are forcing me to secretly hate the people that i live with and spend all of my time up in my room alternately pouting and being furious. the kitchen is an absolute atrocity. i used to eat frozen food almost exclusively because it was impossible to cook, but now, with the sink and the dish situation what it is, i pretty much just eat snack food. i'm dying to go home and eat a real meal. i feel sick almost all the time, but the thought of clearing myself a place big enough to fix something real just makes me lose my appetite. the living room and den are extensions of both the kitchen and my roommates' closets. discarded clothes, overdue library books, bike parts and sewing materials are littered across whatever areas pizza boxes and leftover chinese food don't have covered. i don't even want to discuss the bathroom. it's not just the mess, either - if it was just the mess, i would probably clean it up myself every couple weeks and then be disheartened when it looked exactly the same way two days later and fancy myself a bit of a cinderella. it's also the complete disrespect for any kind of schedule, boundary, or basic need. the minute my head hits the pillow, either the revived-from-the-80's song of the minute is blasting from my roommate's stereo, there is a major session accompanied by 60's pyschedelic garage across the hall, or band practice is starting up. there is always someone jumping up and down the stairs, practicing guitar, or talking loudly on their phone somewhere in the house pretty much anytime i want to be sleeping, which is more and more often now that i don't interact with my roommates pretty much at all. if you lend anything, don't bother trying to get it back, at least not in the condition it was in when you owned it. if you're lucky, you'll find it downstairs either scratched to hell or taken apart. don't even think about buying any food that is mildly delicious or comes in attractive packaging - it will be gone. this is my biggest problem with living here, and i have told them all several times that this can't continue. they inhabit this shithole on their parents' dimes; they can go on a gourmet shopping spree anytime they want. they all eat out with some regularity and keep at least $40 worth of food on their shelves at pretty much all times. i have a job and pay for my food with my hard-earned money, and they steal it right out of my mouth. every time i go down to the kitchen, something else is gone. i have thought about keeping my food in my room, but there's no space for it - i have thought about getting some kind of foot locker for it, but every time i think about that it just makes me furious. i pay rent to live here, why should i need to take measures to protect myself from theft in my own home?! it's so disrespectful it disgusts me. i can hardly think about anything except how much i hate it here. i would move out in a second, but i love living with jake and don't want to stick him with my half of the rent, and also the rent is way cheaper than it would be anywhere else living on my own. so i've come to a crossroads - do i boobytrap my food withy laxatives and ipecac, duct tape abandoned items to the couch, and label messes with the offenders' names, since frank discussions about my dissatisfaction have gotten me nowhere, or do i take a stand? what should that stand involve? maybe some kind of negotiation, where i let them have the living room and the bathroom if the kitchen situation changes and the stealing stops. but no human being should have to live this way, why should i settle for a half-assed attempt at revolution? my instinct tells me that a roundtable will have the same effects as the sincere anger i have expressed so far - absolutely none. guerilla tactics it is.
one way in which i've misrepresented my circumstances lately is my living situation. i live with four boys, which superficially is awesome. there are no passive-aggressive notes anywhere, ever, there's no kind of time limit on how long dishes can be in the sink, and the washer and dryer are always free. always. i'm never asked to turn anything down, clean anything up, or change in any way. i also like all of them, every single one, and i like hanging out with them. they are all good people and hilarious in their own ways, which is important. i never have to put up with friends of theirs i don't like, listen to music of theirs that makes me want to beat them up, or question their motivations for donning ridiculous clothing because they all have different but pretty good tastes in all of those categories.
those are the things that i tell people about when they ask how it's going, where i'm living and what it's like. the things i deal with daily, though, are forcing me to secretly hate the people that i live with and spend all of my time up in my room alternately pouting and being furious. the kitchen is an absolute atrocity. i used to eat frozen food almost exclusively because it was impossible to cook, but now, with the sink and the dish situation what it is, i pretty much just eat snack food. i'm dying to go home and eat a real meal. i feel sick almost all the time, but the thought of clearing myself a place big enough to fix something real just makes me lose my appetite. the living room and den are extensions of both the kitchen and my roommates' closets. discarded clothes, overdue library books, bike parts and sewing materials are littered across whatever areas pizza boxes and leftover chinese food don't have covered. i don't even want to discuss the bathroom. it's not just the mess, either - if it was just the mess, i would probably clean it up myself every couple weeks and then be disheartened when it looked exactly the same way two days later and fancy myself a bit of a cinderella. it's also the complete disrespect for any kind of schedule, boundary, or basic need. the minute my head hits the pillow, either the revived-from-the-80's song of the minute is blasting from my roommate's stereo, there is a major session accompanied by 60's pyschedelic garage across the hall, or band practice is starting up. there is always someone jumping up and down the stairs, practicing guitar, or talking loudly on their phone somewhere in the house pretty much anytime i want to be sleeping, which is more and more often now that i don't interact with my roommates pretty much at all. if you lend anything, don't bother trying to get it back, at least not in the condition it was in when you owned it. if you're lucky, you'll find it downstairs either scratched to hell or taken apart. don't even think about buying any food that is mildly delicious or comes in attractive packaging - it will be gone. this is my biggest problem with living here, and i have told them all several times that this can't continue. they inhabit this shithole on their parents' dimes; they can go on a gourmet shopping spree anytime they want. they all eat out with some regularity and keep at least $40 worth of food on their shelves at pretty much all times. i have a job and pay for my food with my hard-earned money, and they steal it right out of my mouth. every time i go down to the kitchen, something else is gone. i have thought about keeping my food in my room, but there's no space for it - i have thought about getting some kind of foot locker for it, but every time i think about that it just makes me furious. i pay rent to live here, why should i need to take measures to protect myself from theft in my own home?! it's so disrespectful it disgusts me. i can hardly think about anything except how much i hate it here. i would move out in a second, but i love living with jake and don't want to stick him with my half of the rent, and also the rent is way cheaper than it would be anywhere else living on my own. so i've come to a crossroads - do i boobytrap my food withy laxatives and ipecac, duct tape abandoned items to the couch, and label messes with the offenders' names, since frank discussions about my dissatisfaction have gotten me nowhere, or do i take a stand? what should that stand involve? maybe some kind of negotiation, where i let them have the living room and the bathroom if the kitchen situation changes and the stealing stops. but no human being should have to live this way, why should i settle for a half-assed attempt at revolution? my instinct tells me that a roundtable will have the same effects as the sincere anger i have expressed so far - absolutely none. guerilla tactics it is.
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