This week wasn't as good as last week. I only lost 1.2 lbs. That's still a victory though, considering I pigged out at Thanksgiving, and I've been incorporating more of my normal foods back into my diet. At least I didn't gain, like most people this time of year. Anyway, this just gets me revved up for next week. Total weight loss so far = 4.4 lbs.
People keep talking about this writer's strike, and I'm like, "Pshaw, what are you talking about? All my shows are fine."
The Hills is still on Mondays. The Biggest Loser is still on Tuesdays. The Real World and America's Next Top Model are still on Wednesdays. And Project Runway is still on (my Tivo) Thursdays.
I bet those writers are going to feel pretty silly when they find out the TV world will go on without them. Bring on Making the Choir, Celebrity Apprentice, and The Pick Up Artist 2, baby. I got another season of Shot at Love with Tila Tequila American Gladiators, Couples Biggest Loser and Beauty and the Geek Season 4 coming for ya after that. Kitcha! Keep 'em coming, watch out!
Hmmm... that gets me thinking. People have said that The Hills is totally scripted. I guess now we get to find out for sure. Fingers crossed.
Man, this weekend was nice. Thursday I was a fatty and ate everything in sight. Who knew I could reach 63 points in one day (my daily max is usually 26)? Oh well. I've been pretty good every day since. And I've figured out how to keep tamales, pizza, french fries, and steak in my diet, so bonus there. If I lose weight this week, I will feel pretty good. My weigh-ins are Wednesdays, so I'll keep you posted.
The rest of the weekend was super chill. I saw a couple of faces from the past - my best friend Allison and her wife Kelly, and my college roommate Molly. That was cool. All the ladies were looking pretty fly.
I meant to go get my hair done Saturday, but got a flat tire on the way there, so I didn't get to do that. Damn construction on the 215. But I did get to feel all independent calling AAA and then putting on my neon green safety vest from my CERT backpack that I keep in my trunk. I didn't have to put it on, I suppose. I was just stoked I got to use something out of my safety pack, ok? Zoot, don't rain on my parade!
Sunday we went and saw a movie highly recommended by the illustrious movie reviewer Catlad - No Country for Old Men. The movie was really really really well-written and well-acted and well-made. It was clearly made by exceptional moviemakers. The only thing was that the story was just kinda weird. They don't tell you everything. Which makes it more intriguing, but also more frustrating. Anyway, overall good movie. Just don't expect the usual formula.
This weekend I'm going to see my college bitchez in Reno. Should be fun.
I've been in some kind of funk lately. I haven't felt social at all. I think it has something to do with turning 30.
I think it started a few months ago. I'm the type of person that holds on to her friends for a very long time. I've never had a problem reconnecting with any of them. It's always seemed very simple to pick up right where we left off. Some of the re-connects lately haven't been like that though. They've been stilted and awkward. I've left sad and unfulfilled. It seems like I'm at the age now where everyone's focus is on something else - family, career, etc. Not so much on being social anymore.
At first I thought it was them. Like they grew up and didn't want to piss the day away with me anymore. Now I think it's me. Or, rather, all of us. I've been feeling very withdrawn.
I feel like my spark is gone. I have no interest in parties, mingling, or meeting new people. It's like, why bother? Is this what turning 30 does to people? Or am I experiencing something else?
So the new season of Project Runway premiered last night. Michael Kors musta been practicing his one-liners, cuz he was funny as fu*&! Last night he called a dress "so M.O.B."
M.O.B. = mother of the bride. Fantastic!
The new cast seems pretty interesting too. There's a chick who's a total mental patient, and a pompous gay guy that looks like he's 12. And several already seasoned designers. It's looking to be another good season. I can't wait!
We just got back from seeing Beowulf. It was interesting. I still haven't decided if it was great or just okay. I think I'm leaning toward just okay. Naked, computer-animated Angelina Jolie is HOT though as Grendel's mother, a sucubus-type water demon. The movie did a good job with the story, I guess, given that it's like 3,000 years old. The monsters were done pretty well. Vividly terrifying for imaginary creatures. The 3-D was cool at times, but also distracting and annoying at others. I guess I have to say it was just okay.
We saw it at this amazing brand new shopping district called Town Square. It was huge - like 15 Green Valley Ranches in one place. I can't wait to take Allison there when her and her gimp leg come to visit next week.
On a totally unrelated note, I had my first Weightwatchers meeting today. It rocked. I'm really excited to start this new nutrition hobby. That's how I see it. As just an easy way to make me aware of what I'm eating. Making my 26 points today was rough, but I'm sure it'll get easier once I get used to eating differently.
I didn't blog the last 3 days. I know. Sorry. I was out of town! It was Rex and Annie's wedding. This was the wedding I was going to officiate way back when. I chickened out in the end, which was super great for the couple, because the lady that did their wedding was really good.
For those of you who don't know, Rex is a friend of mine from high school. Or, rather, from graduation night forward. Someone at the wedding said they heard I was Rex's first girlfriend. I didn't think that was altogether accurate, so I corrected him. I was more like Rex's first love triangle. I liked Rex. Rex liked Allison. And Allison liked girls. We had great times together though, and it obviously all worked out for the best. Anyway, here are pictures from their wedding in Moss Beach, CA.
I joined Weight Watchers yesterday. According to some online thing, at 6'5", I should weigh somewhere between 165 and 205. Right now I weigh 200. I would like to weigh closer to 165. I think 185 will do though. I don't start until next Wednesday, so I'm going to live it up for the next few days.
I got the new Britney album last Tuesday, the day it came out. Everyone says it's surprisingly good, but it's just okay for me. In fact, I think it's a mediocre dance/techno album, and Britney's voice gets annoying after about the first 4 songs. She just doesn't seem that into it. Like she called into the recording studio from the tanning salon or something. I just got it to listen to on the elliptical machine. Anyway, that's all I got.
Today, while we were in L.A. having lunch with a friend, we got mobbed by paparazzi chasing down Britney Spears. How random is that? Here's how it went down...
We met our friend at this cute little place in Sherman Oaks, on the corner of Ventura and Van Nuys. There was this chandelier store next door. When we first saw it, Brian actually asked how a store like that could stay in business. "Is there really that much of a demand for chandeliers?," he asked. "Maybe in L.A.," I said.
So we have lunch and then walk around a bit. Afterwards, we went back to the intersection where the chandelier store was to cross the street to our car. All of a sudden, a bunch of guys with cameras come running toward us and jump into cars and motorcycles and SUV's that are illegally parked on the sidewalk and all over the place. We asked them who they were chasing, and they yelled out, "Britney!"
I thought they were messing with me, until we saw Britney's white Mercedes convertible zoom out of the driveway next to the chandelier shop. She had the top up and dark window tint on all her windows, so we couldn't see who was in the car, but I definitely recognized the car from my gossip magazines. She immediately pulled out and ran a red light. As did all of the cars chasing her. It was crazy. Like a tornado had just passed us.
Anyway, here's the store and intersection where we were almost run down by Britney and her paparazzi. And here's the story of Britney chandelier-shopping already on PerezHilton.com. And another on I'mNotObsessed.com. I guess Jayden and Sean Preston were in the car with her. I'm bummed we didn't actually get to see them, but it was still pretty neat to nearly run into Britney during our trip to L.A.
Only three days in, and I've already broken my vow to blog every day in November. Oh well, you'll just get two instead of one today. So anyway... Saturday we went to L.A. to see the musical Wicked. It was my birthday present from Brian. The show was amazing. It was pure visual and auditory candy. I think it's my favorite musical now. Definitely see it if you get the chance.
Being the fangirl that I am, I stayed after with all the other little kids to catch the cast on their way out. I ended up meeting Eden Espinoza, who played Elphiba, and Megan Hilty, who played Glinda. Here's Eden Espinoza as Elphiba: And here's Eden Espinoza without her green make-up, with me, the fan girl:And here's Megan Hilty as Glinda: And here's Megan Hilty out of costume with me, the fan girl: As you can see, I really enjoyed myself.
The rest of the trip was really fun too. We stayed at a really nice hotel downtown with a view of the Hollywood sign. And we had dinner at this trendy sushi place on Wilshire Blvd. (It actually wasn't as good as the sushi places we go to at home, which kinda impressed us about Vegas, but it was nice nonetheless.) And we met up with my old friend Negar from law school at this fun little breakfast place in Sherman Oaks (where we had a brush with Britney - see bonus blogpost above). And we went shopping on Melrose. All in all, a very nice birthday/two-year-anniversary weekend.
Last Saturday, we went to Meredith's white trash birthday party. We were kinda costumed out from the night before, but we managed to muster up the spirit to dress up a little bit. We went to this dive bar where you couldn't tell who was part of the party and who wasn't. For example, the bartender was wearing one of those t-shirts with a bikini painted on it. At first, we thought it was a really good costume, but then it turned out she wears that all the time normally. Shannon put her foot in her mouth a few times that night cuz she had a really hard time telling who was in costume and who was not. Anyway, you can see photos here.
I'm going to be like my friend Todd and blog every day in November. I really do have tons to blog about. I still haven't posted last year's Japan pictures, or this year's Alaska pictures. Or my birthday karaoke soundtrack. Anyway, that's all for another time, when I have more time to edit and organize and learn how to post podcasts. For now...
So today I heard that this song, which has been playing at school assemblies and sporting events all across America, is actually one big filthy sex reference. I found that pretty amusing. Almost as amusing as the veiled sexual references contained in it. Almost. The references are hilarious, rivaling even the Sneaky Castro and the Portuguese Breakfast made famous in Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo.
Apparently, when he says "watch me... Superman dat," what he actually means is this. Yuck! And then, when he says, "watch me crank that Robocop," what he actually means is #6 here. And then I guess, in an alternate version, there's a reference to the verb "Spiderman," which actually means this.
Wow. That's really hot.
Part of me thinks this has to be some sort of clever marketing campaign aimed at generating more buzz about the song. Which has obviously worked on me. Either way, it's still pretty hilarious to think that all those mainstream folks are unwittingly singing and dancing around about filthy sex acts.