Things I Won't Miss About Last Year

Here is a list of things I will not miss about last year:

1. My roommate, obviously.  

She was quite literally the messiest person I have ever met.  I mean, if you looked in her room, it was like a disaster area.  It was as if a tornado and earthquake like hit her room, and only her room.  You couldn't see the floor, and couldn't walk anywhere without walking all over clothes.  Her room was one thing, but it trickled out into other parts of the apartment, like common rooms, such as the bathroom, the kitchen, and the living room.  She like never did dishes, and they would sit in the sink for weeks on end.  And the bathroom always had so much of her shit in it.  The place was never clean, from day one.  Like when I moved in, it was a mess.  Plus she was kind of a bitch, what with leaving me all of those notes and such.

2. My Floor was the messiest, weirdest floor.

So the floor I lived on really sucked.  Like I think we had a lot of guys on my floor, who like didn't know how to take care of themselves.  They would leave bags of trash in front of their doors, and like expect someone else to like take it to the garbage room, which was like a couple of feet away.  And they were constantly making messes on the floors, which like wouldn't get cleaned up for like a couple of weeks, it was gross.  Like these awesome peaces of grossness:

Some one spilled fries on the floor, and didn't even bother to pick them up:

And this one, is like tomato sauce, which went really far down the hallway, and some sort of soda or something, that when it dried up got really sticky, and them people walked through it and made it look really dirty:

3.  The Weather.

If there is one thing to be said of San Francisco, is that you never know what the weather is going to be like.  Don't get me wrong, I love San Fran's weather, when it's foggy and a little bit chilly out, love it.  The only thing that sucks is how unpredictable it is.  I mean it could start out sunny, and then twenty minutes later, it's freezing, but it's too late for you because you didn't bring a sweater, cuz it was nice out.  That type of stuff.  Although, I must say that I do like it way better than PA weather, can you say no humidity.

Well, I guess that's about it. It's not much of a list,  three things does count as a list right?  Well this is my blog, so I'm saying that it is.  Let's hope next year is better than this one.

You Know When You Can't Stop Listening To Some Else's Conversation...

This morning, at about 4:30 in the morning,  I was riding the shuttle( ha, I almost wrote shuffle) bus from the rental car place to the airport, to catch a flight back to PA, which was going to leave at six in the morning, when I was stuck in the back next to these two guys.  I have no idea what these guys did for a living, but i could not stop listening to their retarded and inane conversation.  Now here is the conversation, as I transcribed it:

Guy 1: What time did you get to bed?

Guy 2: Kind of late.

Guy 1: Really?  I conked out right away.  I hit the bed at 9 and it was lights out.

Guy 2: Well, I did what my wife said I would do:  I went to bed at 10 and laid in bed until I could barely move, then I was like I got to do this presentation, and got up and did it.

Guy 1: Well, at least you'll be home in a couple of hours.

Guy 2: Very true, so excited for that.  Hey, I have a question for you, when you use the process blah blah blah blah process blah blah blah.

Guy 1: Oh the process blah blah blah blah, process blah process blah blah blah.

Guy 2: Blah blah blah blah process blah blah blah.  Hey Mike (Guy 3) process blah blah blah process blah blah...

...and so on.  They literally used the word process about a thousand times in like a 5 minute span.  It was made all the worse by the fact that I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open.  To which I give you this warning:  never, ever,book a flight that leaves at six in the morning.  No matter what time zone you're in, it totally sucks ass.  So anyway, then they started talk about how the drive to the Oakland airport was much nicer than the one to the SFO airport.  I am going to end this blog now, before I pass out on my computer.

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Red Sox Fans Suck Ass

So tonight my mom and I went to a baseball game, the A's v. Red Sox, and can I just say that Sox fans annoy the crap out of me.  It's like, first of all, the A's are in Oakland, California.  The Red Sox are stationed in Boston. Massachusetts.  They are on the exact opposite coasts, like they aren't even close to each other.  So why the fuck are you even here?  I mean, I went to see the Giants v. the Phillies a couple of weeks ago, but I go to school here, so it makes sense.  But to just come to see a baseball game?  WTF? 

Plus, it's like every Red Sox fan is in some sort of competition where they all try and see who can be the loudest, drunkest person in the coliseum.  And let me tell you, they are all winners.  Every one of those fan were drunk off their ass by like the third inning, it's like they just had to try all of the beers being offered in the ball park.  And they love to fucking cheer for their team, but in the most annoying way possible.  It's like, extremely loud, and starting like chants for all the Sox fans in the coliseum.  Ugh.  This is why I'm a Phillie fan, when you go to a game there is none of that going on.  No fucking "let's go phillies!" No nothing.  They know how to do it right, not fucking Sox fans. I mean, I think there might have been more Sox fans at the game than, I would say it was like 60-40 in favor of the Red Sox. 

I guess I get it, they have to cheer for their team, but they get way into it.  Every time the Sox would score, the place would just erupt with cheering, but they were the fucking away team and they were losing really bad, but if you were like blind and couldn't see the score, you would think it was a close game.  But it wasn't.  The were like down by like 5 to 6 runs the entire game.  But every freaking time their team would score, "WOOOOOOO!!!!!"  Fucking spare me.

Despite all of this, I left the game happy, the A's won, 8-3 and there was this possible super fab, at the very least super effeminate, Sox fan sitting in front of me.  So all is well.

Damn!

There are no words to describe this.

Meh

Well, if I had my way, the American Idol winner would be Brooke White.  But, alas, America voted her off weeks ago.  So the producers got their way, and got their much wanted David-David finale.  All I can say is: meh.  I didn't really care for either one of them, and I seriously didn't really care who won the whole thing.  I mean David A. has little-to-no personality, and I guess he has a good voice, but I would not really want to buy his album.  And David C., well he just has the standard rocker voice, like you turn on the radio to any rack station and that's the voice you hear.  The thing I liked about Brooke was the artistry she put into each song.  Her rendition of Let it Be, awesome (and yeah I am aware that I saw awesome way to much.)  Love is a Battlefield, so good.  She completely rearranged it and really "made it her own".  She. Is. Brooke. White.  (oh paula, you crazy bitch)  I'm def going to buy her album when it comes out.  Come to think of it I already have, she apparently made one before AI, and it is available on itunes, so check it out. 

 So yeah. The finale and final two.  Meh.

The Most Amazing Thing Ever Invented!

(I'm really digging the explanation points today)  Anyway.  So as previously stated, packing is a bitch, but this thing really fucking works.  And if you don't believe me,  just look at the pics below: 

Before, with four pillows, and a foam bedding:

After sucking all the air out:

And holding it up:

Yeah, thought so, you're impressed right?  You want to go out to your local container store (which, by the way, is the most awesomest store ever!  I mean with a slogan like "contain yourself," how can you resist?) and buy about fifty of them, to store around your house, and you know to have like space bag parties, where you like pack stuff in them, just to watch the clothes deflate, which we were totally doing to occupy our time.  Again don"t believe me?  I leave you with these awesome pics: 

Get that air out!

Taylor loves her Space Bags!

Box Overload!

So moving out is such a bitch.  It's at times like this that you ask yourself, "how did I accumulate so much crap?"  I mean, when I moved in I felt like I packed a good amount of stuff, not too much.  But now, as I pack everything up, I realize I've been living in this room for how many months?  So crap just like builds up.  Oh well.

The Stupidest Stuff

Ok, maybe it is just that I did not get enough sleep last night, but today it became abundantly clear that people are morons and, in many cases, just fucking annoying. Like, for instance, I hate whenever a train comes, and everyone shoves on it and then stops at the door. This makes impossible for more people to get on, and it creates unnecessary crampedness, that could have been avoided if a few people would move into the train more. It's like get a grip people and move the fuck into the train more!

You know when you go to the store, and you're about to check out and you have to pick which line you're going to wait in, based on speed of the checker outer and the number of people in each line?  Well I was downtown, in a Wallgreens, and had to make such a decision. I was really only there to get some change for the train ride home. So I look and there are three lines, two of them seem to have a lot of people in them, and one of them only has one person in the line, so naturally I chose the line with one person in it, thinking that it would be quick. Boy was I fucking wrong. This lady was Now, you know when you're at the grocery store, and you have to decide which line to get into. You look to see how many people are in each line, and how fast each line is moving, and then you pick accordingly. Today I was faced with such a conundrum when at the Wallgreenssooo needy with all of her good, oh and by the way she bought some really retarded like ceramic plates that like tourists buy. So she was like asking the guy to like wrap them up, and was taking for fucking ever. I'm standing there, getting really pissed, if I had about five more nerds ropes I would have tied them together and strangled that bitch. Then after she paid, there was still some issue, no clue what it was, but at this point Allegra jumps into another line, and she moves up way quicker than me, who was the next customer in the fucking line! Oh yeah, and then another line opened up, and I was in the middle of bitching to Allegra, and didn't realize that it had opened up, SO the people BEHIND me CUT in front of me, and didn't even inform me that it had opened. God some people. At this point Allegra is further along than me, so I jumped in her line, after waiting ten fucking minutes in that fucking line! ugh.

But then my faith in humanity was restored when this super fab guy walked onto the MUNI wearing this like green leopard print blouse thing. All I can say is: Awesome.

Best Quote Ever!

"For someone who could barely bang in the beginning, you banged with the best tonight!"

-Bruno Tolioli

Beach Games

Ok so that's not really the beach [it's actually a mural in the mission]. But going to the beach is super fun, and I really wish I did it more often. I feel like if I could I would totally live at the beach. Next year if it is ever nice out, you'll know where to find me. (at the beach, just in case you were wondering... I don't know why I changed it to italics) Anyway, a few observations.

First, dogs on the beach, adorable. If only I had a puppy here with me, I would bring him to the beach (that is if he wouldn't attack everything he saw, and if he wasn't terrified of the water).

Second, while most of the views on the beach are pleasant, say hot guys playing soccer, guys in wet suits surfing, puppies (again!), some are not. For instance, a guy lathering his, almost topless girl with lotion, really did not need to see that.

Thirdly, no matter how beautiful the beach is, you can, in fact, take too many pictures. After a while every photo looks the same, waves crashing is not that diverse.

So now I will leave you with what, in my opinion, are artistic and not the norm beach photos... (but really they probably are and not all that artistic, to boot):

So there is this moment, just after the wave come in, where the water is so clear and beautiful. Plus the sand underneath looks really cool (and the reflection of the people is not bad either).

So I was just aiming to take a picture of the waves, but got this guy in my picture. It's just such an awesome, happy accident.

I really like the way the water created this cool pattern when it was flowing back into the sea. Really cool.

Now I leave you with a pretty pathetic sand castle that we made. To be fair, we didn't have a pail, so we used the Frisbee we were playing with earlier. Oh yeah, and I made the tower on the left, and Allegra made the one on the right.

Sad Face

So today is the saddest day ever.  School is winding down and, while that is exciting, it means packing my stuff...and...going...home. [top model reference]  But the sad thing is that it means i have to take down my beloved posters that have hung on my wall since the day I moved in.  My walls used to be so lively and made my room feel homely and not like a college dorm room.  No the walls are white, and the only thing that still hangs is my office calendar.  Oh well, I guess I will be heading home soon, where many, many, posters hang.                                                                                                                                   

Before...

Now... :'(

Really?

Am I the only one who gets a little offended when whenever I'm watching a TV show where they are interviewing someone who has an accented and they feel the need to subtitle them? I mean, seriously.  I'm not moron, and most TV viewers are not idiots.  It also bugs me whenever they, in lieu of making the actors speak a different language and then subtitle it, just make the people speak with a foreign accent (I'm looking at you 24).  It's like the audience is not made of morons, we can, in fact, read! Gasp. I know, it's shocking. 

Why Disney, Why?

I always forget how awesome Disney movies are.  I mean, sure they are kids movies, but they are pretty freaking awesome.  I only say this because today I watched two Disney classics: The Lion King and a new classic Ratatouille.  Sure these movies are for children, yet they are so entertaining.  My one grievance with them is there inaccuracies as far as accents are concerned.  I mean in the Lion King, which takes place in Africa, you have animals with like ghetto, Jamaican, British, and the standard American accents.  Ummm, what the fuck?  You couldn't just like pick an accent and have all the actors do that accent?  And in Ratatouille it's even more apparent because the story takes place in France, and all the character, except for Linguini, are french.  Yet only like two of the characters speak in a french accent.  What?  Not even the rats, who have spent their whole life in France and therefore should at least have a french accent, have french accents.  Also the food critic guy, Ego, who grew up in France, has a freaking British accent.  Sure, it must have been a coup to get Peter O'Toole to do a voice in your movie, but you couldn't just tell him to do a french accent?  I mean, I love Disney movies, but couldn't they just be a little more accurate?

Worst Line-up Ever

Conon O'Brien:

Seth MacFarlane

Carlos Mencia

Random Quote

The Setup:

Last Week, a friend and I went to a baseball game; Phillies vs. Giants.  We were sitting on the first base side in the outfield and, coincidentally, right in front of the Phillies bullpen, where the pitchers warm up.  So this lead to perhaps the funnies thing I had heard in a while, said by a 15ish year old giants fan boy, sitting behind us, to the Phillies pitcher warming up:

"Hey Gordon, did anyone ever tell you how ugly you are?"

ZING!

America's Next Top Model?

So finally after weeks upon weeks of watching this god forsaken show, we have a winner, and like Eva and Jaslene before her, Whitney has broken ground to become the first ever plus sized girl to win top prize. And to this I say- eh? I mean at the beginning of the show I was definitely rooting for her to win, after all being a "plus size" girl myself, I typically tend to to want to see those people come out on top. I wanted Chris to win Project Runway, the big guy seemed so jolly in every task they asked him to do. And usually when a plus sized girl is on Top Model, I want them to go far and represent, so to speak. But the truth is I just could no get fully behind Whitney and her, ultimately, ground breaking run. First off, she looked way better with her dark hair then she did with the jacked-up blonde hair they gave her on makeover week. Also, she was just an ok model. I mean, girl had the same, open-mouthed face in every shot she took. "CLOSE YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!" my friend and I would yell at the TV. Alas, she just couldn't do it. It's almost like she has some sort of disorder where, when she's trying to look "fierce", she can't close it. Just can't do it. Maybe it is just because I am, let's face it, a little bigger than the average girl, I might just be overly critical of the girl, but I just don't feel like she represented being plus-sized. Sure she might have taken home the gold, but we all know Tyra is on crack, Saliesha anyone? or as many people on the internets call her, Scandaliesha) and has a Jesus complex. Plus clearly Tyra has lost almost every other way to "break ground" on the show. Up until this point whenever you saw a plus size girl in the competition you knew the farthest they could ever hope to get is getting kicked off right before the girls go abroad. Plus, she wasn't even the best plus sized girl they've ever had on the show, (Toccara?)

I, of all people, know what it is like to grow up a fat girl in America, and let me tell you, it totally sucks. We live in a society that values and idealizes being skinny, and if you're not you're not really considered "desirable". How many guys do you know would look at

a fat girl and say, "I'd totally tap that!" Not that many. And the guys that do are called "chubby chasers," which to me does not sound like a desirable thing to be called. It

also doesn't help that some people just don't get it either. For example, in my freshman speech class, this one group gave a speech about women's image issues, and about how the standard for woman is just too high, as far as appearances go. After they were done, it was open to questions from the class. What proceeded was a long debate about it, with most of the men basically saying they didn't really see a problem with objectifying women, and the girls being outraged by it. Except, this one girl, a skinny bitch with ginormous boobs who was kind of stupid, said that she thought that women are being represented better, and that fuller figure actresses are really gaining attention, "like Scarlett Johanssen." Scarlett Johanssen? Scarlett Johanssen!? You have got to be fucking kidding me. I can think of way more people who represent the more "average sized" girl better than Scarlett Johanssen. Queen Latifah? Camryn Manheim? Sara Ramirez? It was a proud day when Camryn Manheim won the emmy and said, "This is for all the FAT girls!" The only thing full figured about Scarlett is the fact that she has big boobs. Nothing else. Now I will admit to being a little bit more harsh on bigger actresses, for the sake of this sentence I go with America Ferrera (who I don't even think is that fat), when they say shit like, "yeah I want to represent all the normal girls out there." Bitch, please. Spare me your thoughts. I definitely prefer it when it almost isn't even addressed at all. Grey's Anatomy is a perfect example of this. The show does not really make an issue out of size. To them being fat is just the same of being skinny. Heck the even have Callie sleeping with McSteamy. Now that's hot. I guess in a way, I wish people would get over their fat phobia. Fat girls are no different than skinny girls. I mean, I guess in theory I'm all for a plus size winning, but why did it have to be this one?

Current Obsession

Anyone who know me, knows that I am a sucker for musicals.  I don't know what comes over me, but I just love them.  I especially love a tap number, I can't get enough of them.  This would explain my immense love for old 50's musicals.  Love them.  Singin' in the Rain, On The Town, An American in Paris, love them!  All Gene Kelly musicals, not Fred Astaire.  Granted Astaire was amazing at what he did, great dancer, but for whatever reason, he totally creeps me out.  Something in his face screams "PERVE" to me.  It really came into focus with me when I was watching this one clip of Astaire and Kelly doing a tap together, and at one point Astaire has this creepy goatee. Sends shivers up my spine.  

But I digress.  I love 50's musicals, and that's not to say that I don't enjoy the modern musical.  Chicago has got to be in my top 10 favorite movies of all time, and I greatly enjoyed Hairspray, and even Cry Baby (which has been adapted and made it's broadway debut, earlier this month) who doesn't love Johnny Depp?  I'm not saying older movies are better than newer ones.  I hate how people say that they don't make movies as good as they used to.  First of all that is crap, sure there are some terrible movies that are made nowadays, but not every movie that was made during the golden age of cinema was amazing, or the best thing ever made.  I'm sure some were downright awful.  And yes, there were some classics made back then, Casablanca comes to mind, but I hate how people don't give contemporary movies a fair shake.  I feel like there have been several amazing movies made in the last ten or so years.  Once, Lost in Translation, No Country for Old Men, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, the list goes on and on.  

But again I digress.  No. The reason for this post is that the other day my friend and I were watching this show on PBS where they were talking about Hollywood musicals.  It just whetted my appetite for more.  I should also mention that my friend is a dancer, and she taps, and at one point she attempted to teach me how to dance, which is no small feat, I have no rhythm and am awkward when it comes to that sort of stuff.  But i was starting to get the hang of it when, you know, school and life took over and we kind of fell out of practicing.  But anyway, I went on the youtube and searched tap dance,(I know geeky) thinking this would give me my tapping fix.  And oh boy did it ever.  I'm watching some Gregory Hines, some Savion Glover, and of course some Kelly and Astaire.  So i find this one clip of Astaire doing one of his more famous routines; him tapping with a drum set. Awesome. 

 Then on the side I see some other links, and I see one that says: Tom Chambers Tap Dance with Drums, and I think to myself "Ooo, this should be good." (Again, I know, total geek)  So I watch it, and it is really good.  So good I ask myself who this guy his.  He kind of looks like this weird combination of Orlando Bloom and Patrick Duffy ( and yes I did just throw a Step by Step reference in there)  So I ask myself, "Self who is this guy who is an amazing tap dancer?" So I proceed to wikipedia him, and find out that he is an actor, and that he is British.  So basically he is double-ly awesome.  Nothing turns me on more than an accents (unless it's a southern one...sorry, south)  So here's the scoop on this Tom Chambers fellow, apparently he is a British soap star (Soap Operas, one of many guilty pleasures of mine) and he likes to tap dance, so he's golden in my book.  So the whole point of this is that I cannot stop watching this video, it's so perfect and awesome.  If I could I would watch it on a continuous loop forever, or at least until I get bored with it, which will probably be like in a couple of days.  So here it is, hope it brightens your day like it certainly brightens mine.

Where to Begin?

I think the title pretty much sums it up.  Where does one start a blog? How is that even done?  I mean two minutes ago i was just like most people without blogs, and now I have turned into one of those hipsters who must tell everyone how they feel about what is going on in the world.  When did i turn into that?  Well i guess it was just a matter of time.  I am typically that person who tends to start liking things once they have peaked or have already peaked.  Then by the time i get into it, it's already passé.  The one current thing that I can think of is American Idol.  I totally resisted the craze for years and years, until like a year or two ago, and even then i was just a casual watcher, did not really care who one or anything like that.  That is until this year, when i find myself rooting for people to win and actually caring about the show in general.  What the fuck.  And I happen to get into the show the year it has the lowest rating ever.  The year when people stopped caring.  That is pretty much sums up my life. 

so I guess the question you're asking yourself is, why? Why start this blog, you ask yourself.  The truth is who knows.  So i guess to wrap this up, I am not promising to entertain you, hell i might even bore you to tears with the mundaneness of my life.  But i guess, c'est la vie.