Monday, March 26, 2007

So much to say

Holy whore, I haven't written anything in a long time. I was on Spring break. Now I'm in DC. I come back tomorrow. And then I have a 30 page paper due 2 days later. I have not begun this 30 page paper. I have so much to say. But it will have to wait until Saturday.

Friday, March 16, 2007

Loud Talker on the Red Line #4


Uggh. This guy gave #3 a run for his money. Total drama geek fuckstain. And please. Check out his douchey chops. Here's what I now know about this guy (and his two friends who he got on the el with and his third actor friend who got on a little later)

They were of the drama geek garden variety douchebag. I feel comfortable making fun of them becuase I was a drama geek back in the day. So here goes:

1. He's the director or a play. He was talking with his stage manager and his music designer who he either really wanted to impress or really wanted to french kiss.

2. The last play he worked on was (insert obscure boring Tennessee Williams play) , which was such a positive expeerience.

3. He referred to some Korean horror movie as a "film" and not a "movie"- not knowing that calling a "movie" a "film" doesn't give it more artistic credibility.

4. They were on their way to the theatre, but had to continue to refer to it as the space. "It's really a great space", "I feel like I'm going to need some time getting used to the space" and "I hope Chloe will feel comfortable being vulnerable in the space"

5. His actor friend gets on at the Addison stop. The director greets him loudly. The actor is on his way to an industrial audition. He's supposed to play a cop, but didn't have time to go home and change into a cop uniform, so now he has the wrong headshots with him. Everyone empathizes with him.

6. Actor friend works at starbucks. Makes coffee joke that was over my head.

7. Director makes a plug to the actor to come to the fundraiser for the play by saying that it might be a good place for him to network.

It just went on and on and on. Finally they got off. I feel a tap on my shoulder, and it was this super cute woman, and she asked me what I was doing? And I said I was taking pictures of the loud talkers and I was going to post them on the internet. She laughed and agreed that they were all so obnoxious. She introduced herself to me, and I introduced myself. She askd the name of my blog. I told her. She said she couldn't wait to check it out.

So, just in case. Hi Sara! Nice to meet you. I was glad to share in the douchebaggery with you.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Birthday Song

Happy Birthday to me.
Happy Birthday to me.
I'm late for my externship.
Where I work for free.

Saturday, March 03, 2007

"Tyra Mail" Squak Squak Squak Squak

It's one of those stupid days where I'm on the couch, watching an America's Next Top Model marathon, AGAIN? What the fuck?

I did make it to the gym this morning, though. I learned something at the gym today. It goes a little something lke this...

IF YOU DON'T THIINK YOU KNOW HOW TO JUMP ROPE, DON'T TRY FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FRONT OF A ROOM FULL OF PEOPLE. JUST PUT THE FUCKING ROPE DOWN AND GET YOUR FAT ASS BACK ON THE TREADMILL!

Yes, and this was a personal experience.

Working out really is one of the most awful things a person can do. I really hate it. It's just so boring. But I do it. Why? So I can continue eating and drinking in the style to which I've become accustomed. And I'm going to Mexico in 15 days. And I will want to traipse around in a bikini. And when I say traipse, I mean traipse. I don't even know if that's how you spell traipse. But I know I'll be doing it.

Speaking of spelling, I JUST found out, in my second semester of my last year of law school, in my 19th year of formal education, that it's "a lot" - not "alot". I KNOW some people read my blog on a regular basis. I know SOME of you must have noticed this repeated error. You couldn't have mentioned it? It's just your hostile passive aggressive way of keeping me down, isn't it? Fuck you. I'm onto you.

Later in the afternoon, I am going to a gay chili cook-off. Totally bitchin.