Even #1: My brother and sister turned 21 on Sunday. Yes, they're BOTH 21 now. Yes, they're twins. No, there are no ESP(n) powers shared between them, except that they used to sleep in the same exact position in separate rooms when they were younger.
Celebration, with one individual present in spirit:
Event #2: As you can see in the picture, the bottom portion of the image is blurry. Yes, my camera got FUCKED UP AND I'M SOOMADDGRRRRRRRR. Taking the digital camera away from a Japanese person?????? Are you asking me not to breathe? I do have warranty, but the warranty is only valid in Japan because I bought the stupid thing in Tokyo... I will decide what will be the most efficient of way repair, later. For now, I'm trying really hard not to throw the camera on the ground in hopes of fixing it.
Event #3: Peter and I got the apartments, so we will officially become roommates this Saturday when we sign the contract!
I went to a very adult dinner party on Saturday (I was clearly the youngest by at least 12 years), and they were talking about what constitutes as an event to open a really expensive bottle of wine. I say, this week is enough to open 3! The negative one is worth opening a bottle too, for the sake of distraction.
Speaking of distractions, I haven't been able to get anything done lately because everything is a distraction. At work, things come up, like clients getting evicted or not having food, so I can't get anything done by deadline, because people's lives don't care about deadlines. At home, I sit down to relax after everything, and it's already time for bed. I can't even fathom the pace of things these days.
When I do have the chance to slow down, I do little things to keep me sane. One thing I've taken up as a guilty pleasure is watching this girl on Youtube. She's corny and such, but it makes me not think about anything, which is precisely what I need when I get home. It's a good sign that I'm wanting to not think when resting, because that means that I'm using my awesome brain powers at work, where I should be.
Thus ends my stream of non-thinking verbal diarrhea. But I just wanted to talk to you all a little bit here.
The biggest news today was by far the death of Anna Nicole Smith. The crazy astronaut lady got a teeny bit of a break because no one will be paying attention to her now.
You know, it's strange what death can do to a person's image. Early death is one of the ultimate ways to be immortalized. Anna Nicole was ridiculed until today, and now she's being considered as the modern day Marilyn Monroe.
I wonder how Marilyn Monroe was being portrayed like before she died. I'm way too young to have experienced what her public image was like at the time, so I'm wondering now if we've all been fooled. Obviously, her affair with JFK was more shocking than Anna Nicole and that old oil tycoon, and it seems like she was legitimately an actress (I've been told). But she was ultimately defined by mystery and tragedy, which lead her to become an icon. I wonder if, in the end, Marilyn Monroe was leading the same kind of life Anna Nicole Smith was up until today. I wonder if 40 years from now, Anna Nicole will be portrayed like Marilyn. I doubt it will be to the magnitude of Marilyn Monroe, but Anna Nicole's tragedy is what will ultimately define her, and tragedy creates romanticism. Her reality-TV-fat period that everyone made fun of will now be treated some what the same as Elvis's fat period. It was tragic. It was self destructive. It was unfortunate. She had a rough patch and actually wasn't that dumb blond. She was the bombshell. That's how people talked about her today.
I guess this all makes me sound super naive and ridiculously young and foolish, because Marilyn Monroewas probably this great screen actress that truly made an effect on Hollywood. But you just have to wonder, you know? Maybe her fame probably wouldn't have been immortal if she didn't die mysteriously. Anna Nicole Smith will now be famous forever only because of this tragedy.
Sucks for her daughter. In the end. She came into such a crazy world.
I don't have anything against Anna Nicole Smith or Marilyn Monroe. I was just... wondering. You know? I suppose it's Wikipedia time now to straighten things out.
What? You think I'm going to bitch about it? WRONG!
I luurrrve love. I don't really lurrve Valentine's Day, but I do approve of the general gesture. It is a gesture that should be celebrated year-round, like Black History Month, or Mother's Day, but at least there is a day where it is directly stated that you think about the theme.
SO! In contrast to the last entry, I decided to expose some comments that people make, which make me feel good, and perhaps fall in lurrrve. Yes, it is all about me, again. But yes, this is MY blog. So there.
First off, I luuuuurrrve it (I promise I'll stop now) when people tell me I'm funny. I generally equate humor with intelligence, and there is nothing more that I want from people than them thinking that I've got some things going on in my head. I always fall for a guy if they laugh at my jokes, rather than I laugh at theirs. Of course, it's gotta be give and take. Like I said, I lurve the intelligence, and stupidity is all the way at the number one negative on my list of criteria.
Second, I like it when people say that they like the way I dress. Most of the time, I dress the way I do to please only myself. In fact, I can't remember the last time I've dressed for someone else. I don't think I've ever done that. It's for my personal enjoyment and it's really the only thing about my appearance that I fuss about. (By that I mean, I don't care about make-up and hair. Most of the time.) When people compliment me about it, it's recognition about something that I cherish. Although, I don't really give a shit if people don't like the way I dress if I think it's alright. So, I suppose this is a win-win situation for me. (On a side note, it makes me laugh when people pull out things at clothing stores saying, "This is SOOOOOOO you." I don't know what it is, but sometimes they pull out things that look like sequenced potato sacks. I think they think I'm crazy.)
Third, and (I believe) last, I lurrrrrrrrrrrrrve it when people are impressed with my Spanish. I know that sounds conceited, but shit, I worked HARD for that! I think it comes from my general lack of confidence with it, actually. There is not a day that goes by at work, where I feel like I've spoken Spanish perfectly. Every time I get off the phone with my clients, I KNOW I've made some kind of grammatical mistake. I don't fret about it any more, because frankly, it's a waste of time. But it makes me feel accomplished when a Spanish speaking person tells me that, the way I talk is alright to them. You know?
So there you go. That's my top 3. If you could cook up a poem or something telling me those three things, you might just have me. I have to tell you though, I hate being serenaded. That is my worst nightmare. I will dump water on you if you come to my bedroom window with a guitar. A boombox a la John Cusack... maybe. But that's cutting it close too.