Thursday, July 31, 2008
My body image idols are Crystal Renn and Natalie Laughlin. That's a pic of Natalie above.
They wear the same sizes as me: 12 to 14 and are beautiful and happy to be themselves.
Perhaps I can stop glaring at my hips now.
Here's a little article about them and other plus models: http://thetrendsetter.wordpress.com/2007/05/15/beautiful-plus-size-models/
I hate the term 'plus-size.' It gives the impression that a person is double the size of a normal person.
Newsflash people! The normal woman wears sizes 10-14. I could understand calling someone who wears sizes 22 and above a plus-size, because, technically, they are wearing a size doubled of the 'normal' size.
I don't mind calling them plus models, because they are A+ in my book.
Sort of a 'If you post it, they will come' kind of thing.
If you're interesting in reading stuff at my work website, here's the link to my work profile: http://www.hattiesburgamerican.com/apps/pbcs.dll/section?category=PluckPersona&U=cbd656ba4f1141deafbc1d78b74290f5&plckUserId=cbd656ba4f1141deafbc1d78b74290f5
So, upon moving here, I've learned that watching the weather channel is pointless.
The weather here is nothing more than a toss up of humid heat or humid rain.
Just make sure you've got an umbrella handy.
Tuesday, there was only a 30 percent chance of rain. Yet, by that afternoon, the sky had fallen in and there was flooding everywhere.
Thinking I was slick, I jumped over one puddle only to land in a much larger puddle behind it.
My shoes were completely filled with rainwater.
Yet, Wednesday, there was a 70 percent chance of rain.... and it was sunny all day.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
However, this was not the case when I went to the clinic yesterday:
The nurses were fantastic, they even made me laugh. Incredible!
On the downside, I am waiting with breath abated see if my blood results show that I have PCOS. Read about my possible illness here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polycystic_ovary_syndrome.
So yeah, this week is a bit weird..... as well as having my shoes filled with rainwater. :/
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Being born in '81 and being a lifetime gamer probably would explain what happened last night.
Something in my head snapped and I was speechless for about five minutes. Then I spouted complete gibberish and my eyes filled with tears. Then came the laughing. Slightly hysterical, yes, but happy nonetheless.
I felt like I was in my adolescence again. Where I sat in front of the TV, NES controller in hand and rocking out to mono vg music. Gnawing my lip while trying to get past a particularly tricky part.
My heart fluttered a bit. It seemed to ignore that hate wall it was applying mortar to and began to dance. Much like the Grinch's heart, mine grew a bit and I felt satisfied and really pleased.
I now NEED to get my hands on a Wii, PS3 or 360. Perhaps, all of the above.
What am I talking about?
Nerdgasm to all and to all a good night.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
So, I had full intentions of going to New Orleans today; there's a Huey Lewis and the News free concert going on. But due to lack of funds, high gas prices and the fact that I haven't won the lottery, I'll just be sitting around here for the day.
Hell, I've got just $100 to my name for the next three weeks. At least, I've got groceries and entertainment. And the bills are paid off.
On an annoying note, I woke this morning, not to the sound of an alarm, not to the sound of a phone ringing, but to the sound of a basketball hitting the ground over and over again.
Extremely peeved, partially asleep, I glare out my window to see a man running up and down the parking lot in front of my window and my neighbor's window, dribbling a basketball.
It's 8.30 in the morning, and someone's playing basketball, in front of my window.
And I couldn't get back to sleep. I'm that kind of person, the kind that can't sleep once awakened. And I hate it.
I could have vaporized that man with my glare.
Friday, July 25, 2008
No, I'm not dying.... at least not as far as I know.
No, this is a purely selfish post.
There's been a lot on my mind - besides the raging, which is probably constant - kinda depressing kind of stuff.
I also worry that I'm filling this blog with trite stuff, so here's something meaty.
Don't run away, I promise to give an uplifting surprise for those that wade through my muck.... or just scroll to the bottom of this post. Either way.
Many a time, I think I'm a terrible person. Yeah, I said it. There's a lot of things I regret.
No, I'm not going to list them. It would make this blog want to cut its own wrists if it could.
I try to be a nice person, see the goodness in everyone and all that jazz. This makes me come off as naive.
I am told this all of the time. And I agree. I am terribly naive. I'm naive, I wear my heart on my sleeve and I try to please everyone.
Well, not everyone, but a good lot of people.
I'm judgmental too. Which makes me come off as bitter. I just think I'm a good judge of character.
Except when it comes down to people I'm attracted to. I'm not so good a judge of character then.
I'm kinda pretentious about certain things. I'm not pretentious about myself. It's hard and really deep to explain. Or maybe it's not.
So, I am nothing if not bitter and naive. A bizarre combination. And I don't see how it works.....
Oh wait.... yes, I do. It makes me look schizo. Perhaps I am.
I will be 27 in November. I will be in my late twenties and I don't really feel like a grownup.
I know that sounds silly, but it's true. I see people around my age, some of them mature, and I wonder if I will be like that when I get to that age.
Or will I just be as immature? Will I just feel old? Will I still feel like crying when it rains? Will I still get a big grin on my face when the sun's out?
Or is this all part of my permanent charm?
Anywho, as promised here's the good stuff:
Love that song. Nothing better than some cute cats to brighten up your day.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
So, no excuses this time for not blogging... it just comes down to pure laziness. It's not as if I've had nothing to write about (because I have plenty), it's just..... I don't know, I can't describe it. Weekends have been a bit busy and after coming home from work, I usually make dinner and veg out in front of the TV, then hit bed.
Nothing special, nothing life threatening.
-- still currently want to kill upstairs neighbor for being a stompy, tripe-spewing waste of life.
-- got Twitter, but can't get the text message part to work.
-- finally got the 2-foot hole in my wall patched up, a slow process for the maintenance guys... my baseboard is still disconnected.
-- going to see the Dark Knight tomorrow morning
-- I occasionally play Secret of Solstice, a silly and cute little online gaming thing.
-- French still going slow, but well. Or, bon!
I have nothing particularly interesting to write about other than another rage item:
Seeing bad grammar in a professional setting.
I can understand an occasional slip up here and there and I expect to see them in blogs and random writings.
But sweet crustaceans! If you work for the New York Times or similar, I shouldn't see 'your' instead of 'you're' in your column or article. Nor should I see 'effect' versus 'affect' and the word 'business' or 'restaurant' misspelled. I especially shouldn't see them all in one column, together, near each other.
She wasn't quoting someone, she wasn't trying to be funny, she wasn't using funny Internet lingo.....
It was just bad! Where was spell check? Where was her AP style guide book?
Why can't I have her fun, cushy job? Seriously, I'm funny (to myself) and I have proper grammar skills when I need to use them.
I realize that this is silly behavior, but I can't help but spaz out and roll around on the floor of my mind in a crazy, rage-filled tantrum. Then I stop thinking this lest people near me realize what I'm doing and call up the people with the straightjackets.
I've noticed that I write about my little rage things a lot. This makes me wonder and worry.
Wonder: if everyone thinks I've got an anger problem; I don't.
Worry: that all this raging if going to give me a heart-attack, ulcer or similar.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Visa, accepted everywhere….
…except Sam’s Club.
Nothing brings me more fury than something trying to come between me and some delicious croissants.
So, it’s been awhile and I have a few excuses to give:
My computer’s been sick. Poor little LancasterRose (yes, I name my inanimate objects) was sick. Vista’s being a bit of a bint.
Ironically enough, this happened shortly after I was making a big deal out of how Vista was causing no problems for me. Then a Vista update comes up that, after installing, promptly causes little LRose to vomit all over herself. I was in a complete uproar over the whole fiasco.
Calling for Bill Gate’s head was a few of the things that spewed forth from my angry head.
Using the internets was an impossibility, much less even getting LRose to turn on without crapping out shortly after that.
After a little finangling and threatening to downgrade to XP, I cured LRose…. mostly. There’s still a few hang-ups here and there and she occasionally gets a little sneezing fit now and then.
But I think we’ve got it under control.
Getting stuff published at work. That’s right! I finally got my name in print. I wrote an editorial column on language (which I will cross-post here as well) and now I’ve got the chance to have a semi-weekly personal column!
Actually, not completely weekly, but at least on a semi-standard basis–it all comes down to space constraints. The first of these personal columns will be coming out Thursday(which I will also post here.)
The countdown to my debut column begins!
Currently turning my fury towards Southern Living magazine. There’s an article online (possibly in their magazine too, I don’t know, I don’t read it) that I stumbled upon while surfing cnn.com. The article goes a little something like this (things added in bold were added for pure fury making pointing outing):
“I love discovering a unique place to stay--an inn with character, heritage, all the modern amenities, and a restaurant that makes me smile. The South boasts lots of these jewels, and one of my favorites sits in the Brandywine Valley of Delaware, land of the Du Ponts--and those guys sure knew how to live.”
-- Wanda McKinney, www.southernliving.com.
Oi! Keep your filthy paws off my silky shores!! (ok, that didn’t make sense, but anyhow…)
A quick and never-fail way to piss me off and to make me RAGE is to put somewhere I love (Delaware, my homestate) in the same sentence with somewhere I hate (the south) and then try and say they are related.
And I’m not just saying this because of my hatred of the south, because there are a few nice things about the south: the few nice people I have met, Morgan Freeman, red beans and rice, the Aquarium of Americas….. ummm….
What I’m trying to say is that it’s just plain false – Delaware is many things, a Mid-Atlantic state, an East Coast state, a Middle state. One thing it isn’t is a southern state; the line stops with Virginia, people! – it’s also stupid. It’s right up there with saying, “Hey, let’s throw New Jersey, Maryland and Pennsylvania in the south as well.”
Things I’m looking forward to:
Batman makes the list twice with Gotham Knight and the Dark Knight.
The Tracey Fragments – it sounds interesting and the cover of the DVD is pretty neat.
Carla Bruni’s new CD – I’m very interested in hearing music by the First Lady of France.