['cause Lennon's on sale again]
1. My baby sister is graduating from college right now. She sits her boards in June, after which she will go on a cruise to Bermuda and start work in the emergency department of the hospital where she did her externship. She will also be, I predict, getting engaged any day now. I'm skipping her convocation, as I'll be going down to NJ in a few weeks for her graduation party, and I really can't afford both. (Translation: Hi, I am freaking out about my life, feeling old, feeling stuck, my lack of career ambition &/or advancement, etc. Apparently, my brain wants me to be a television writer, but I don't even know the proper formatting for such an endeavor. I'm currently in the research stage for a series idea, though, so who knows? Or: see how everything really is all about me?)
2. Now that the upfronts are out, I'll be doing a State of My Television Viewing Address. Topics to be discussed will include: falling in love with pilots that don't get picked up, breaking up with shows that have been renewed, falling in love with series that have been picked up (even though you know they'll be crap), and the sort of hopeful pessimism that comes of knowing there'll be a new Sorkin show on the air next year.
3. My fingers are apparently freakishly small. I remember that from piano lessons as a child, but I find it no less irritating now that I'm learning guitar.
4. I had a dream the other night that Mick Jagger was going on a solo tour in the fall. Then Keith Richards materialized in my kitchen, drank all my rum, and stared longingly at the trees in our yard. When Mick showed up to remind Keith that "everyone loves me- my solo tour's sold out," I may have turned invisible. I'm not sure.
5. Maybe I never really got over that whole "give me your tired, your poor" thing they sold me in fifth grade. In my head, America has always been the place anyone can go, right past the Statue of Liberty (technically in NJ waters), and onto those streets of gold (if you work hard, catch a break). In my head, it's the responsibility of the state to take care of its citizenry, to ensure the health and welfare thereof. I still haven't gotten over my disappointment when I learned about immigration quotas, about bootstraps, about blaming the child.
6. Pre-pregnancy? Really? How about I try to keep myself healthy because, I don't know, I'm a human being and that's something we all really ought to do? And if I want to smoke a cigarette, if I want to drink that vodka and coke, if I want to eat raw cookie dough, well. Those are risks to me, myself, and I, and not any possible foetus I may carry. (Not like I'm having all the sex right now, anyway, but that's another issue altogether)
2. Now that the upfronts are out, I'll be doing a State of My Television Viewing Address. Topics to be discussed will include: falling in love with pilots that don't get picked up, breaking up with shows that have been renewed, falling in love with series that have been picked up (even though you know they'll be crap), and the sort of hopeful pessimism that comes of knowing there'll be a new Sorkin show on the air next year.
3. My fingers are apparently freakishly small. I remember that from piano lessons as a child, but I find it no less irritating now that I'm learning guitar.
4. I had a dream the other night that Mick Jagger was going on a solo tour in the fall. Then Keith Richards materialized in my kitchen, drank all my rum, and stared longingly at the trees in our yard. When Mick showed up to remind Keith that "everyone loves me- my solo tour's sold out," I may have turned invisible. I'm not sure.
5. Maybe I never really got over that whole "give me your tired, your poor" thing they sold me in fifth grade. In my head, America has always been the place anyone can go, right past the Statue of Liberty (technically in NJ waters), and onto those streets of gold (if you work hard, catch a break). In my head, it's the responsibility of the state to take care of its citizenry, to ensure the health and welfare thereof. I still haven't gotten over my disappointment when I learned about immigration quotas, about bootstraps, about blaming the child.
6. Pre-pregnancy? Really? How about I try to keep myself healthy because, I don't know, I'm a human being and that's something we all really ought to do? And if I want to smoke a cigarette, if I want to drink that vodka and coke, if I want to eat raw cookie dough, well. Those are risks to me, myself, and I, and not any possible foetus I may carry. (Not like I'm having all the sex right now, anyway, but that's another issue altogether)