Screw you, Carnie Wilson!
As I was driving home last night from the bar, I was a little depressed. The thing is, I'm only 23 frickin years old and it kind of feels like my whole life is flying by me. I wake up around 9ish in the morning- not too bad- and by the time I get up, eat, go work out, take a shower, have lunch and write for a little while, its time to go to work. Everyday this is what I do. And then a month passes and I go, what the hell, where did that go? And it's summer for God's sake, I should be out doing fun enjoyable things. The other day the waitress at a restaurant said "why aren't you out beach bumming" and I'm like, ha! yeah right, cause I have time for that. And I know I'm not the only one, everyone I know my age is doing the same thing- working like crazy to pay their way through school, grad school, film school or life in general until they either have a degree to get a job doing what they want to do AND make decent money or decide what it is they would like to do. BUT WE'RE FREAKING YOUNG!! doesnt it seem like this is the time when we should be out there doing things that we'll talk about when we're old because right now we have energy and there's a lot of time for possibility in our life because we've got sixty some years left. But we're all out there in grocery stores and restaurants and etc. freaking bored out of our minds ready to scream just trying to make due for the moment. And then, who comes on the radio but Carnie Wilson. Did you know that Wilson Phillips got back together? An unfortunate choice, as they remade "Turn, Turn, Turn" a fantastic song that is sacrilige to remake, but nonetheless. The DJ was talking to her and he's like, we'll, why did you guys break up in the first place? And Carnie's all like "Oh, because I wasn't walking into work everyday and loving what I do. I mean, I just wasn't feeling inspired. And I've always felt that you're vacation should be your vocation. So I just decided I wasnt going to do it anymore." You know what I'd like to say to you, Carnie Wilson? Screw you. You make ample amounts of money singing. Boo Hoo. Do you know how many garbage men there are in this country? do you think they feel inspired to go rid the world of garbage when they wake up? Why I understand what you're saying, that you should really love what you, there are so many people in the world who are just as worthy of a decent job, but dont have the option of quitting their million dollar singing career because they dont feel inspired everyday. Please refrain from coming on the radio in the future, after I have just finished work, and telling me that you took a decade off from singing because your vocation wasn't a vacation. BECAUSE I OFTEN FEEL THAT MY VOCATION IS A VACATION IN HELL.
Friday, June 25, 2004
Monday, June 21, 2004
Sick. Blah.
Eww. I am sick. Like, terribly sick. I puked my guts out last night. Today my ulcer hurts so bad from all of the stomach acid that I am only comfortable if I'm laying down or sitting up ridiculously straight, and even then every half hour or so a sharp pain will stab me directly in the back, causing me to squeeze something very tightly and breathe like Im in labor. No, its fun, seriously, come hang out with me, we'll have a blast.
Eww. I am sick. Like, terribly sick. I puked my guts out last night. Today my ulcer hurts so bad from all of the stomach acid that I am only comfortable if I'm laying down or sitting up ridiculously straight, and even then every half hour or so a sharp pain will stab me directly in the back, causing me to squeeze something very tightly and breathe like Im in labor. No, its fun, seriously, come hang out with me, we'll have a blast.
Monday, June 14, 2004
Nothin's New....
I'll try and make this an exceptionally long post, as Rob is waiting to use the computer with the whining, hopping from one foot to the other, sighing impatience of a five year old. tee hee!
Today we did laundry- five loads of it. You know, everyone asks me "is it hard getting used to living with one another?" and Im like, no, its basically no different. You know what IS hard though? The way Rob folds clothes. I hate the way Rob folds clothes. To the point that I want to take the clothes of mine that he folded and refold them so I can get some sleep at night. Of course, I cant say or do any of this because that would make me a psycho. But I think of my poor t-shirts, folded with their sleeves together instead of my traditional sleeves folded behind the front, and it gives me a tiny tic.
I also hate Nextel today. My service hasn't even BEGUN with them and they already screwed something up. That something being ORDERING MY PHONES. So, if you're trying to get ahold of me or rob.. good luck with that. You'll have a better chance on Wednesday or Thursday.
Tonight they're showing Finding Nemo outside on the new Arcadia Festival site and we're bringing a blanket and sitting out to watch it.
I'll try and make this an exceptionally long post, as Rob is waiting to use the computer with the whining, hopping from one foot to the other, sighing impatience of a five year old. tee hee!
Today we did laundry- five loads of it. You know, everyone asks me "is it hard getting used to living with one another?" and Im like, no, its basically no different. You know what IS hard though? The way Rob folds clothes. I hate the way Rob folds clothes. To the point that I want to take the clothes of mine that he folded and refold them so I can get some sleep at night. Of course, I cant say or do any of this because that would make me a psycho. But I think of my poor t-shirts, folded with their sleeves together instead of my traditional sleeves folded behind the front, and it gives me a tiny tic.
I also hate Nextel today. My service hasn't even BEGUN with them and they already screwed something up. That something being ORDERING MY PHONES. So, if you're trying to get ahold of me or rob.. good luck with that. You'll have a better chance on Wednesday or Thursday.
Tonight they're showing Finding Nemo outside on the new Arcadia Festival site and we're bringing a blanket and sitting out to watch it.
Saturday, June 12, 2004
Thoughts on the so-called "Continental" breakfast and Airport Sightings
Let me tell you how much I paid for breakfast yesterday morning. 6 Euros. That is roughly equivalant to $7.50 right now. So you're thinking, "no big deal, some nice pancakes or an omlette could be worth that" and I would agree with you. The problem however, is that this was the continental breakfast, consisting of a bowl of cereal, toast, juice and coffee. First things first-which part of that breakfast cost the restaurant $7.50? Was it the two slices of white bread? hmm..no, no, i dont think so. The juice? pretty sure no. OH! then it must have been the bowl of Rice Krispies. WHO THE HELL CHARGES THAT MUCH FOR CEREAL AND TOAST!?!? But really, lets get to the heart of my concerns- the title "continental breakfast". Where exactly did that come from? Is it because its the same breakfast no matter what continent you're on? Because I think that its false advertising. To me, the phrase "continental breakfast" makes me think "oh look at me! Im a breakfast as big as a continent!" or "this is the breakfast to keep you full if even if you're traveling across continents." The word "continental", to me, brings to mind a breakfast with a vast array of choices. I'll tell you what it doesnt bring to mind. Cereal and toast. I think that it should be called the "Light Breakfast" or, keeping with the landmass theme, "Alcatraz breakfast" or "really tiny piece of ice that broke off of the polar ice caps" breakfast. For god's sake, in the U.S. I could have gotten a big omelette with toast and fruit AND TIPPED THE WAITRESS for $7.50.
Interesting things spotted in various airports yesterday- A business man, wearing a suit jacket, dress shirt, tie, nice shoes and those dress socks pulled all the way to the top of his calves.. with pale yellow shorts. Hmm.
The mullet to end all mullets- All short in the front and on the sides.. and a mullet all the way down to his butt. You rock on, mullet man! dont you listen to anything anyone else says about it!
Let me tell you how much I paid for breakfast yesterday morning. 6 Euros. That is roughly equivalant to $7.50 right now. So you're thinking, "no big deal, some nice pancakes or an omlette could be worth that" and I would agree with you. The problem however, is that this was the continental breakfast, consisting of a bowl of cereal, toast, juice and coffee. First things first-which part of that breakfast cost the restaurant $7.50? Was it the two slices of white bread? hmm..no, no, i dont think so. The juice? pretty sure no. OH! then it must have been the bowl of Rice Krispies. WHO THE HELL CHARGES THAT MUCH FOR CEREAL AND TOAST!?!? But really, lets get to the heart of my concerns- the title "continental breakfast". Where exactly did that come from? Is it because its the same breakfast no matter what continent you're on? Because I think that its false advertising. To me, the phrase "continental breakfast" makes me think "oh look at me! Im a breakfast as big as a continent!" or "this is the breakfast to keep you full if even if you're traveling across continents." The word "continental", to me, brings to mind a breakfast with a vast array of choices. I'll tell you what it doesnt bring to mind. Cereal and toast. I think that it should be called the "Light Breakfast" or, keeping with the landmass theme, "Alcatraz breakfast" or "really tiny piece of ice that broke off of the polar ice caps" breakfast. For god's sake, in the U.S. I could have gotten a big omelette with toast and fruit AND TIPPED THE WAITRESS for $7.50.
Interesting things spotted in various airports yesterday- A business man, wearing a suit jacket, dress shirt, tie, nice shoes and those dress socks pulled all the way to the top of his calves.. with pale yellow shorts. Hmm.
The mullet to end all mullets- All short in the front and on the sides.. and a mullet all the way down to his butt. You rock on, mullet man! dont you listen to anything anyone else says about it!
Thursday, June 10, 2004
Hello Hello Hello!
Well, I had planned on updating at some point while I was here, but now its the last day and Im just getting to it.. oh well, here it is nonetheless...
What I have learned from the last 10 days is that my map-reading skills are shit. Seriously, no matter what, I read the mad, I think I'm going the right way.. and without fail I am going the complete opposite way that I want to go. The busdrivers are so nice to me here because they feel so sorry for me. It is 1:26 in the p.m. here, which means it took me just shy of 2 hours to find my hotel. Im an Eiget. On a positive note, I visited the Guinness Brewery today. It was incredible. I dont even like beer and it was incredible. And really, it could have been pretty boring, if you think about it, its basically an explanation on how their beer is made. But they made it so inventive and interesting. I would say it was now one of my top 3 favorite places in Ireland. And I bought some cool stuff there.
So a short trip itinerary-
Spent thursday night in Dublin- Lily and I stayed in this awesome room where two entire walls were windows overlooking the city- while this was cool for one night, it was slightly out of our price range. Also saw St. Stephens Green and more importantly, Harry Potter.
Friday- Went to Pheonix Park to the zoo, where animals dont seem to be caged up. Saw many adorable Irish children in their matching Catholic school uniforms. Saw one boy in particular who was creating a lot of trouble and wore glasses. Loved him instantly and considered stealing him.
Went to Maynooth where we met up with Pat, Paul and Martin and went out to some pubs in Dublin- afterwards ate "kabobs" at Paul's insistance that he could "Just MURRRder a kabob right now"
Saturday- headed down to Kinsale, stopped at the rock of Cashel on the way down. Kinsale turns out to be the cutest seaside town in the world. Went out to the pub again. Drank a lot of wine. Went to a nightclub.
Sunday- visited castles and forts and put our toes in the ocean. Went to the pub, where I drank coke, explaining to the boys that I'm American and my liver cant handle three days of heavy drinking.
Monday- went to Limerick to see Tomas and met his adorable son Dean. Went to a Calligh (okay, thats probably not the right spelling- its "Cay-lee" and its a traditional irish dance/music event)did NOT go to the pub.
Tuesday- went to Galway- saw the Cliffs of Moher on the way. Hung out. Saw a movie.
Wednesday- walked around Galway, bought a claddagh ring, got on a train for Tullamore. I love the train. Finished reading "Angels and Demons" by Dan Brown which I recommend for the good story line despite the cheesy writing. Started "White Teeth" by Zadie Smith which I HIGHLY recommend in all ways.
So thats that. Im going to the Dublin Writers Museam now.
JOE PARCELL- I can help you find a cheap place to live in New York (I think...) we have this student webboard for my college that has all these listings- I will write you when I get back if you could still use a hand...
I will see you all soon.
Well, I had planned on updating at some point while I was here, but now its the last day and Im just getting to it.. oh well, here it is nonetheless...
What I have learned from the last 10 days is that my map-reading skills are shit. Seriously, no matter what, I read the mad, I think I'm going the right way.. and without fail I am going the complete opposite way that I want to go. The busdrivers are so nice to me here because they feel so sorry for me. It is 1:26 in the p.m. here, which means it took me just shy of 2 hours to find my hotel. Im an Eiget. On a positive note, I visited the Guinness Brewery today. It was incredible. I dont even like beer and it was incredible. And really, it could have been pretty boring, if you think about it, its basically an explanation on how their beer is made. But they made it so inventive and interesting. I would say it was now one of my top 3 favorite places in Ireland. And I bought some cool stuff there.
So a short trip itinerary-
Spent thursday night in Dublin- Lily and I stayed in this awesome room where two entire walls were windows overlooking the city- while this was cool for one night, it was slightly out of our price range. Also saw St. Stephens Green and more importantly, Harry Potter.
Friday- Went to Pheonix Park to the zoo, where animals dont seem to be caged up. Saw many adorable Irish children in their matching Catholic school uniforms. Saw one boy in particular who was creating a lot of trouble and wore glasses. Loved him instantly and considered stealing him.
Went to Maynooth where we met up with Pat, Paul and Martin and went out to some pubs in Dublin- afterwards ate "kabobs" at Paul's insistance that he could "Just MURRRder a kabob right now"
Saturday- headed down to Kinsale, stopped at the rock of Cashel on the way down. Kinsale turns out to be the cutest seaside town in the world. Went out to the pub again. Drank a lot of wine. Went to a nightclub.
Sunday- visited castles and forts and put our toes in the ocean. Went to the pub, where I drank coke, explaining to the boys that I'm American and my liver cant handle three days of heavy drinking.
Monday- went to Limerick to see Tomas and met his adorable son Dean. Went to a Calligh (okay, thats probably not the right spelling- its "Cay-lee" and its a traditional irish dance/music event)did NOT go to the pub.
Tuesday- went to Galway- saw the Cliffs of Moher on the way. Hung out. Saw a movie.
Wednesday- walked around Galway, bought a claddagh ring, got on a train for Tullamore. I love the train. Finished reading "Angels and Demons" by Dan Brown which I recommend for the good story line despite the cheesy writing. Started "White Teeth" by Zadie Smith which I HIGHLY recommend in all ways.
So thats that. Im going to the Dublin Writers Museam now.
JOE PARCELL- I can help you find a cheap place to live in New York (I think...) we have this student webboard for my college that has all these listings- I will write you when I get back if you could still use a hand...
I will see you all soon.
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