Glee: You’re Doing It Right

All I wanna say tonight is that Glee was EXCELLENT.

Tonight’s episode was really stellar – and last week’s scene when Finn motherfucking burst in and beat the shit out of Brody and was all STAY AWAY FROM MY FUTURE WIFEomfg.

Why can’t I have someone who loves me that much? Goddamnit.

If I really sit and think about these things, I just get more depressed about the road my love life is taking – which is straight to the nunnery because I’m clearly not good enough for anyone. I’m just gonna be celibate for the rest of my life.

Don’t you love how I can make that shit about my love life? Me too.


A Graduation Post.

I just spent the last 10 minutes or so crying about a DAYDREAM. The Glee season finale (which I will discuss shortly) peppered me up, but I had a good little cry session in the mirror (I know, this just sounds all kinds of odd) and now I feel better. What threw me over the edge was imagining my future daughter (if I were to ever have such a thing) telling me she had an imaginary friend named Lena and I immediately knew it was my great-grandmother. And I just started bawling. I am of the nature to believe in such things, and I wonder if even though I imagined this, it was her way of saying hello from the other side tonight. She passed away about 13 years ago and I don’t often think about her, but I have a strong feeling she poked my brain. WHAT IF IT WAS A PREMONITION THOUGH!? Oh my god, children…that I popped out…
I’m not entirely against having kids. I mean, don’t get me wrong, for the most part I am. They’re a huge responsibility among many, many other things. But if the right person came along and really wanted to have kids with me, I might consider it…I could be swayed. BUT I NEVER SAID THAT. *COUGH*
So about that Glee finale! I missed it last week, and I actually, believe it or not, had time to watch it tonight! First of all, the music choices were pretty great. What got me though was the graduation ceremony. That was LITERALLY the most unrealistic graduation ceremony I have ever seen on television. They were called out of alphabetical order, they freaking CAME OUT THROUGH CURTAINS and there were about 35 graduating seniors on that stage. Their high school cannot be a multi-national sports champion high school with so little graduates – no way in flaming hell. 
However, that particular scene jogged the reminiscence of my high school graduation and that’s when I started being on the verge of tears. I remember feeling nervous and excited as well as sad. I was extra nervous and excited because I was in choir my senior year (BEST FUCKING 6TH HOUR IN THE WORLD, BTW) and we performed at graduation. I wore my very high heeled Guess by Marciano wedges and happened to be on the top steps of the choral stairs. I had no trouble getting up there, but getting down was a different story. I personally think it was one of the most amusing parts of the whole ceremony and I look back on it with merriment. I got stuck on the top step (mostly due to fear of falling down and breaking my ankles or something of that nature) long after the rest of the choir had exited. I think about 2 or 3 of friends lagged behind to watch me struggle to get off the steps, and my fellow graduate friend Heather helped me down. I remember the audience laughing (me included) as our principal took to the microphone and I was still perched up there afraid of stepping down and slightly screaming for someone to help me down.

Oh look, it’s 17 year old me with short hair. Graduated with honors, bitches! Historian for National Honor Society 8). I think I might’ve been a little heavier here. I think. Maybe. I’m not sure.

Anyway, after remembering my high school graduation, I imagined what my college graduation might be like. I determined that I will probably cry, a lot. And hug people. Like, a lot a lot. I’ll probably be so emotional I’ll say really awkward things to people (it’s inevitable, I did it at my HS graduation too; I still feel embarrassed by those memories) and probably do awkward and embarrassing things as well.And then I shall be thrust into the real world.
And I will cry and wish I was a stupid teenager again with next to nothing responsibility, zero loan payment bills, and “real” summer vacations where I could stay up until 4 AM talking to friends on messenger chats and trolling the interwebz. Oh youth, where art thou gone?

Too Close

I have nothing worth while to talk about tonight and Glee is on and I still have to shower after my vigorous aerobics exercise today.

So, I will share the song from the Internet Explorer 9 commercial cause I really like it and I feel it needs to be heard more often.


“How Do You Make Love Someone Animal Style?”

I’m not entirely sure, but I think I may have caught a minor cold or something. I can’t remember how or why but it probably has to do with eating ice cream and leaving windows open on Sunday. Kind of annoying. So I brewed some Tulsi Jasmine tea. That shit is SO DAMN GOOD. The packet smells like my mom’s gingerbread cookies with extra cloves. I wish I could bottle the scent and spray it on myself as perfume. It’s that good.

So tomorrow is presentation day in textile design and fashion design 2. I’m pretty excited because it means after we present I’LL NEVER HAVE THOSE CLASSES AGAIN. HELL YES! I really hope HNI makes it to textile design to watch presentations and critique. I wouldn’t mind seeing some people in tears – but I really hope I won’t be one of those people haha.

Also, I caught Glee and New Girl tonight (YAY) and first of all, I just want to see Mercedes looked SMOKIN’ hot in this episode and every shot of Chord Overstreet was an orgasm for my eyes. I was like yess, Trouty Mouth, please move your luscious lips some more. He is so fucking hot.

OMG look at those sexy poppy-outy veins on her arms. I want to touch them with my face. All day.

Secondly, I got a little tipsy during New Girl (a big shot of Limoncello will do that to me…) and found it extra hilarious. INDIAN IN THE CUPBOARD. PLOW JOBS. POPOCORNO. WHAT IF I CAN’T GET TO 5TH CHAKRA? HOW DO YOU MAKE LOVE TO SOMEONE ANIMAL STYLE? WE MADE A CARAMEL MIRACLE. A RUSSIAN NESTING DOLL SITUATION. I mean seriously, the lines on this show make me cry because they’re so good. I want to make Schmidt pocket-size and stick him in my pocket and take him everywhere so he can say obscenely obnoxious things to me all day long. I would do the same to Sheldon Cooper and Chord Overstreet. Unf!

That said, Day 17: What is the thing you most wish you were great at?
Well, I personally believe I’m pretty great at everything I have an ACTUAL desire to be great at – in other words, artsy things. However, my math skills are eh on a scale of vanilla to orgasmically awesome. I like doing math when I understand it – like when we were doing all kinds of polynomial shit in College Algebra I was like HELLZ YEAH MOTHAFUCKAS I LEARNED DIS SHIT IN 10TH GRADE GET AT ME BRAH all over the damn place. I actually enjoyed it. On the other hand – ask me to do anything involving the quadratic equation and I will grow the urge to punch you in the sensitive area.


Sniffin’ Eucalyptus In The Corner.

Fridays seem to go by so quickly in this apparel production class I’ve got. I could barely believe it when it was lunch time. Alyza and I tried out Zoup! today and we both really liked it. Plus, this guy I see all the time in the library works there and recognized me when he served me, so that was kinda cool. Afterwards, we popped over to Whole Foods to get Alyza some eucalyptus oil for her sinuses and when we got back to class, I snapped this fantastic picture of her sniffing it like a crack addict.

I also participated in a photoshoot today where I know I didn’t model to my full potential and I’ve kind of been mildly kicking myself for it all today. I was the first person to be photographed, so while it was in progress I thought it was just test shots and not the actual shoot so I wasn’t giving it my all. And then it was like “Okay, you’re good!” and I was like wai…huh? But I glimpsed a few of my pics and they were pretty good. I was very happy to see my hair turned out really red. I felt like a true redhead, it was fabulous.

When I came home, my mom and I went out shopping and I ended up buying NYX lipstick at ULTA in these 3 fantasically bright coral colors. There’s one in particular that makes me super happy because it’s really bright and attention-grabbing. And given the fact that normally I do not wear lip color, it’s doubly awesome. NO, tripley awesome because I usually think of myself like a pig in a wig when I wear prominent lipstick – but this one I really love in particular. I’ll have to take some pictures wearing it. (And I was thinking of making a Youtube video too…haven’t made one of those in a while.) I also bought this coraly red nail polish that matches the tone of the lipsticks. And I picked up some dry shampoo because 1. I’ve been wanting to get some for a long time and 2. I don’t feel like washing my hair until Sunday, so I’m not going to.

Lastly, I just watched the episode of Glee I missed on Tuesday (I’m in the process of watching New Girl, it’s loading; I love when Schmidt calls Cece “Cecilia.”) and holy moley! THE HELL WAS THAT!? What a total bloody (pun intended) cliffhanger at the end there! And now to play the waiting game until April. Woooo wee.


I’m A Pro, Guys.

The other day, our fat Oranda fish Robin died. So today, after going out for Chinese food (I was so happy when I found out that was going down) we (the whole family) went to Petco and got another Black Moor. He’s so cute. I haven’t named him yet. The other Black Moor we have is named Batman. Maybe this one will be Batgirl? I actually don’t know if it’s male or female.

On top of Chinese and an adorable new fishie, I also got to see HNI today for the first time since the end of last term at bowling when I got the most glorious hug of my life. I hope you all squirmed a little reading that. I kinda felt bad though cause me and were talking about cooking Romanian food when he waltzed over to us, and we were going back and forth about food and he didn’t quite get to say much, but rather stood there watching us like a tennis match with a look of total bemusement on his face. And he peaced out like not even 10 minutes later. Made me a wee sad. But it’s not like it’s going to be last time I’ll ever see him.

On another note, lately I’ve been thinking about the purpose of this blog. I feel like all I do is recount what I’ve done throughout the day and sometimes I feel like that’s insufficient and droney. But writing on a theme is what makes me stop keeping up with my blogs, so on the other hand, not having the pressure of that is what has kept me writing on this blog for 6 months. And I think that’s a good thing. But I think I’m going to start sharing more interesting things. Like:

You can thank me later. And no, that isn’t from the 70s or 80s. It’s from 2003 WHICH I TOTALLY FUCKING GOT RIGHT EVEN BEFORE I GOOGLED IT TO MAKE SURE. FUCK I’M A GENIUS. Yesterday my mom and I were watching Glee, and when they sang Mario’s Let Me Love You I was like “2005.” And she said “…what?” and I was like “That’s when this song was at the height of its’ popularity.I’m a pro, guys. 


Happy Valentine’s Day!

So my facial affliction seems to be getting better. I popped an allergy pill and applied hydrocortizone cream (prescribed by doctor today) and I’m much less red than I was throughout the day, as well as less bumpy. But I still look like an acne-prone teenager who just broke out like a beast. At least I’m not dead, RIGHT?

Anyway, tonight’s episodes of Glee and New Girl were pretty good. I really liked that Sugar Matta wasn’t annoying in this episode and I especially loved her birthday party (and the fact that she kept putting Artie’s presents everywhere but under his wheelchair). As my mom said, that’s what teenagers should be doing – dancing and singing and just having fun. Not getting drunk and drugged up so that they can’t remember what they did the next day. Although I didn’t appreciate the whole God Squad crap. Why did they all of a sudden get all Christian religious on us? And on Valentine’s Day? Really, Glee?

New Girl wasn’t as hilarious as other episodes have been, but it was still pretty funny. The ending, when Jess and Cece were talking about how Jess almost hooked up with Schmidt – I was like O_O. SOME DRAMA MIGHT GO DOWN IN THE FUTURE. But Schmidt can’t be telling Jess to go with her sexual flow with someone who won’t care afterwards (CLEARLY HIM) and then go and fuck Cece. The hell was that!?

In other news, as predicted, I am spending another Valentine’s Day single. Except you know, this year I’ve got dermatological problems on my money maker. Extra sad. LOL just kidding – about the former of the two – I about 90% got over the fact that I have no love life years ago. There’s still 10% of me that hopes though. Cheers to all the rest of you single people out there! May your faces be radiantly beautiful today in comparison to mine, <3.

Valentine's kisses for everyone!