What A Stupid Thing To Say

I spent the day making soup (and I just have to say it is THE best soup ever…seriously), and doing laundry, and cleaning. It was nice. This evening I thought I’d watch a movie before turning in.

For some reason, at some point (I don’t watch a ton of tv, I’m a movie girl), I was watching something on MTV and thus, it was on that channel when I turned the tv on. Sweet 16 happened to be on and for the most briefest of moments I was captivized by the ridiculous decadence taking place on the show. My Super Sweet 16 is yet another MTV-Reality TV phenomenon whereupon we lucky viewers have the opportunity to watch ‘sweet 16′ parties belonging to celebrities, and various non-celebrities. The episode I was lucky enough to spot was TImbaland’s son’s party. It was ridiculous. There were tigers in cages, multiple rappers who took the stage to play blips of their most popular songs, belly dancers, and what looked to be 5,000 screaming teenage girls.

The segment that I caught featured various components of the 5,000 screaming teenage girls on camera verifying how “awesome” the whole thing was. One of the screaming girls actually said, on camera, “I wish my parents loved me this much!!”. Really? On national tv?

It bothered me because it was such a stupid thing to say. Had I been in her shoes and had said that I would have been mortified to realize what I’d said. I guess her parents don’t love her because they never made millions of dollars selling packaged rap to the masses and couldn’t throw her a party with tigers and belly dancers.

Ridiculous. I felt bad for her parents. I was pretty happy with my 16th birthday, I received a top of the line of quality flute and tickets to Pearl Jam, both of which I thought were “awesome”. I wasn’t sad that I didn’t have a tiger belly dancer party.

I was happy to quickly move on to the on demand free movies because the whole five minute experience was a horrid reminder of just how ‘out of it’ people are these days.

I made some damn good soup. Kait and bloody Andrew thought so too. :)

If you have to ask, you’ll never know.

I anticipate that none of the following sentences/paragraphs will have any relation to each other. My thoughts lately are a bit fragmented due to the heapings that keep getting piled on my plate of things to do and take care of. Disjointed and wandering thoughts tend to manifest in disjointed and wandering blogs.

As much as I adore the channel being tuned to food network as background noise-mostly because I have this unique fascination with watching them prepare/chop/julienne etc.-I just can’t stand the way that Rachel Ray refers to extra virgin olive oil by its initials; e-v-o-o. Sometimes I forget myself and upon hearing her do so turn to the tv and shout stop it. There is probably something wrong with me. On a somewhat side note; as her memorial peeks on the horizen of October 1st, I realize that it’s Jen who got me watching food network…and that makes me smile.

Speaking of food, I’ve started cooking again…and I’ve remembered that I excel at it. Tonight I’m making spanish egg rolls. Spanish? Yes. Spanish. During my neighborhood Safeway trip on the way home from work this evening I collected all the necessary veggies/additives only to find that Safeway does not carry wonton wrappers. Sigh. I stood there in the spanish/asian isle for what seemed like forever, in total disbelief. I considered replacing all the veggies and then considered that it would be embarrassing. I considered walking to the Met and then considered that I didn’t want to walk somewhere that offered the pleasure of spending $10 on one item. So, I bought tortillas. It’ll be interesting.

Stalking my text book online on an hourly basis via the USPS website, is not helping it arrive any faster.

My friend got a new cell phone which has caused me to want, yet another new cell phone. Again, there is probably something wrong with me. I’ve decided that it’s time to curb my compulsive cell phone-purchasing and I will not buy another new one.

It’s been confirmed…the painting fiasco from the other day has resulted in three splotches of mismatch. Damn.

I’m finally completing my application to be trained for DV counseling and volunteer at DAWN. I know, pile some more on, Kelly.

My job is really difficult.

I can’t believe I had completely forgotten how frustrating dating can be. It’s not all fun and games…especially when one finds themselves in slight disharmony with the social mores of others. I’d thought briefly about finding a way to express my frustration until Kait wisely quoted a Red Hot Chili Peppers song…”if you have to ask; you’ll never know.” Word.

I have five million apartments to turn over and get rented. It exhausts me.

My disregard and ill thoughts for a former family member was renewed this past weekend. 

I have become hopelessly addicted to mafia wars on myspace. Thanks a lot Kait. :)

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Thursday Thirteen #4

 Thirteen Things That Please Me

1. Food Network: I fell in love with it a few weeks ago. If I am watching TV it is probably on this channel.

2. Cooking: It’s a new thing really, because I used to be stubbornly convinced that I hated it. Turns out I don’t. The only thing as fun as cooking right now, is cooking for someone else. My Aimee seemed to seriously enjoy what I made last night (the real fun part was finally getting to hang out and chat after a pretty long time).

3. Facebook: I have a new preoccupation/obsession…and its name is Facebook. It’s horribly debilitating; especially when at work.

4. School: Thus far in my Substance Abuse and The Family online class I am getting 100%. Granted, I could pass the class sleepwalking…but I’m still proud of it.

5.Electronic Banking Edition Monopoly: Although it saddened me that this is one of those things that they didn’t have when I was younger it still excites me…and I sort of want it for Christmas now.

6. Diwali: Tomorrow is Diwali; festival of light.

7. Happy Hour: Tomorrow is Friday which means that Happy Hour is fast approaching. It’s one of my new favorite rituals during the week. Mostly because it makes me feel like an adult to meet up with colleagues and discuss worky-stuff for a bit.

8. Hair Appointment: It has literally been an entire season since I’ve had anything done to my hair (and now we’re in a new season even!). This will be resolved tomorrow at 3pm.

9. Weekend: The possibility of getting to hang out with someone who hasn’t had opportunities to do so lately pleases me. Plans to have some friends for dinner on Sunday pleases me. The fact that it’s a three day weekend due to Veteran’s day pleases me as well.

10. Thanksgiving: I’m Native American, so really the true ‘meaning’ (if one can call it that) of Thanksgiving is pretty much lost on me. I just like eating the food. It doesn’t hurt either that my work is closed Thursday and Friday that week which translates into a four day weekend. Nice.

11. Lola: I’m starting to really love her. I know this sounds odd. The thing is, it takes a while to really bond truly with an animal to the point where you couldn’t imagine not having them around.

12. Therapy: I suppose it’s not necessarily therapy that pleases me considering that deep down I’m sort of scared of therapy. What pleases me at this point is the fact that I even have a therapist. I’ve at least gotten that far in the right direction. My appointments with her where we actually talk about stuff begin on Monday.

13. Sleeping: For the past month the subject of sleeping has actually been very unpleasant for me. Part of the upshot to getting a therapist was being prescribed a very safe, non-habit forming sleeping aid (it’s actually an anti-depressant that they’ve found works really well for a sleep aid). I have actually looked alive this past week. I actually look forward to sleeping rather than dreading it. I actually have dreams again.

All in all…I’m way more pleased in general at this moment in time than I have been for a while.

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