You can quote me on this one.
The best thing I have found in myself lately.I am not ready for anything that is not love at first sight.
I am this much closer to feeling fully empowered.
On a Hollywood "romance" note, I hear that Daniel Craig plays the Casino Royale Bond who actually gets his heart broken. Thank god! Down with the pretty boys and charmers who get what they want in proportions out of balance to what they actually deserve! Sadly, though, I am less interested in this 007 simply because they've made him light-haired. Shiny, jet-black, and sleek - Isn't that 75% of what made Bond so irresistible before? (The other 25% being his gadgets, of course, which is supposed to be less emphasized in this one as well.) I also don't know that Chris Cornell channels 007 soundtrack sexiness the way Tina Turner or Madonna did (were supposed to).
Aside from a relatively recent heap of Sex & the City and Arrested Development, I don't watch a lot of TV. For some reason, tonight I saw an episode of Grey's Anatomy. Now, I've seen ER before, and I know that more goes on in the older hospital-based show than just hospital-based cases. Still, in watching Grey's Anatomy...I think I was just disappointed. Not in the writing, though "Grey's" monologue is kind of hokey in a "I want to be Doogie Houser" kind of way, but disappointing in the revealing of doctors' possible personalities. Just like the pretty boy that the world's romance factory tries to convince me I can find, I am now led to believe that doctors are shitty people, too. Yes, I will let the surgeon fix my foot, but no, I cannot trust the surgeon to break up with his or her mistress or kept man in order to salvage his or her original marriage. Shitty people! There are shitty people everywhere!
So the other day I got offered a job as a cocktail waitress. Haha! Look, Mom, I'm employed. Usually college grads aim to avoid sales rep jobs in retail and service positions in food & entertainment. Who knew, though? It's like a feast or famine of job offers. This is ridiculous. I'm very grateful. As worried as I was, I have not yet had a difficult time finding a job. (Knock on wood...It was over AIM, by the way, and I haven't fully accepted it.)
Speaking of jobs, Meez, quite interestingly, has me paying more attention to sports. Since we're in the Bay Area, I definitely focus on Bay Area teams and am only coming close to achieving a comfortable familiarity with how to stay on top of the most crucial news. Being expected to keep up on "trends" in general entails a lot, as I see it now. Hyphy music is not the only trend. Hip-hop is not the only trend. Penguins are not the only trend. MySpace is not the only trend. I'm being forced to sharpen my savvy to apply to more worlds and interests than I ever thought I'd need to. And admittedly, I actually care about Bay Area sports now. :P
(People come in and out of the Meez/Singshot/Tringo office all the time. Introductions are not protocol, and I pretty much only know where half of the people who frequent the fifth floor belong in terms of desks. In the past couple of days I noticed a new person. Today his phone went off. The ringtone was DMX. I think we are going to be friends.)
Speaking of sports...2012Auto Response from Mayka: A's to Fremont. 49ers to Santa Clara. Everyone's trying to get closer to me.
Vevek: ohhhhh I get it now, they're all just trying to get closer to mayka
Vevek: damn, you're being chased by 60 huge dudes
Vevek: player.
I want all the girls at my next birthday party to wear these: Dontcha wish your girlfriend batted lashes like these?
What I Read at PT
This week's Time told me not to make my characters consistent, because life doesn't. Well said, book reviewer! Well said! :) There's also quite the entertaining "science" column on why politicians are more successful with pretty faces. (But honestly now, was anybody surprised?) I think I'm going to buy this month's Elle because Edward Norton is in it and I love him.
I read a short interview with Elijah Wood, who is able to come across as humble in just five transcripted answers. He is only 25 years old and was once in a Paula Abdul dance video. He talks a little bit about romance and (clasps hands in praise) mentions how he would never marry Lindsay Lohan simply because he wants to be with someone he's truly in love with. (Sigh.) It makes me wonder. I crush on Jake Gyllenhaal. I crush on Ryan Gosling. How many women are also crushing on them? How many men? The Hollywood crush, for me, I believe, is pointless. The chances of me crossing with Elijah or Jake or Ryan are slim, at least as slim as all the other crushers' chances. Let's say that, among us crushers, at least some of us have similar personality traits. Let's say some of us are very similar people, period. If we reverse that, then hopefully that means there are more single bachelor/ettes with the (perceived) attractiveness, humility, and talents of Elijah and Jake and Ryan. Given that the US now has 300 million people in it, let's assure ourselves that there are simply more Elijahs and Jakes and Ryans.
...So where are they?
Hard to say: gentrification - gen-tri-fi-cation - jen-tra-fuh-cayshun
I am this much closer to feeling fully empowered.
On a Hollywood "romance" note, I hear that Daniel Craig plays the Casino Royale Bond who actually gets his heart broken. Thank god! Down with the pretty boys and charmers who get what they want in proportions out of balance to what they actually deserve! Sadly, though, I am less interested in this 007 simply because they've made him light-haired. Shiny, jet-black, and sleek - Isn't that 75% of what made Bond so irresistible before? (The other 25% being his gadgets, of course, which is supposed to be less emphasized in this one as well.) I also don't know that Chris Cornell channels 007 soundtrack sexiness the way Tina Turner or Madonna did (were supposed to).
Aside from a relatively recent heap of Sex & the City and Arrested Development, I don't watch a lot of TV. For some reason, tonight I saw an episode of Grey's Anatomy. Now, I've seen ER before, and I know that more goes on in the older hospital-based show than just hospital-based cases. Still, in watching Grey's Anatomy...I think I was just disappointed. Not in the writing, though "Grey's" monologue is kind of hokey in a "I want to be Doogie Houser" kind of way, but disappointing in the revealing of doctors' possible personalities. Just like the pretty boy that the world's romance factory tries to convince me I can find, I am now led to believe that doctors are shitty people, too. Yes, I will let the surgeon fix my foot, but no, I cannot trust the surgeon to break up with his or her mistress or kept man in order to salvage his or her original marriage. Shitty people! There are shitty people everywhere!
So the other day I got offered a job as a cocktail waitress. Haha! Look, Mom, I'm employed. Usually college grads aim to avoid sales rep jobs in retail and service positions in food & entertainment. Who knew, though? It's like a feast or famine of job offers. This is ridiculous. I'm very grateful. As worried as I was, I have not yet had a difficult time finding a job. (Knock on wood...It was over AIM, by the way, and I haven't fully accepted it.)
Speaking of jobs, Meez, quite interestingly, has me paying more attention to sports. Since we're in the Bay Area, I definitely focus on Bay Area teams and am only coming close to achieving a comfortable familiarity with how to stay on top of the most crucial news. Being expected to keep up on "trends" in general entails a lot, as I see it now. Hyphy music is not the only trend. Hip-hop is not the only trend. Penguins are not the only trend. MySpace is not the only trend. I'm being forced to sharpen my savvy to apply to more worlds and interests than I ever thought I'd need to. And admittedly, I actually care about Bay Area sports now. :P
(People come in and out of the Meez/Singshot/Tringo office all the time. Introductions are not protocol, and I pretty much only know where half of the people who frequent the fifth floor belong in terms of desks. In the past couple of days I noticed a new person. Today his phone went off. The ringtone was DMX. I think we are going to be friends.)
Speaking of sports...2012Auto Response from Mayka: A's to Fremont. 49ers to Santa Clara. Everyone's trying to get closer to me.
Vevek: ohhhhh I get it now, they're all just trying to get closer to mayka
Vevek: damn, you're being chased by 60 huge dudes
Vevek: player.
I want all the girls at my next birthday party to wear these: Dontcha wish your girlfriend batted lashes like these?
What I Read at PT
This week's Time told me not to make my characters consistent, because life doesn't. Well said, book reviewer! Well said! :) There's also quite the entertaining "science" column on why politicians are more successful with pretty faces. (But honestly now, was anybody surprised?) I think I'm going to buy this month's Elle because Edward Norton is in it and I love him.
I read a short interview with Elijah Wood, who is able to come across as humble in just five transcripted answers. He is only 25 years old and was once in a Paula Abdul dance video. He talks a little bit about romance and (clasps hands in praise) mentions how he would never marry Lindsay Lohan simply because he wants to be with someone he's truly in love with. (Sigh.) It makes me wonder. I crush on Jake Gyllenhaal. I crush on Ryan Gosling. How many women are also crushing on them? How many men? The Hollywood crush, for me, I believe, is pointless. The chances of me crossing with Elijah or Jake or Ryan are slim, at least as slim as all the other crushers' chances. Let's say that, among us crushers, at least some of us have similar personality traits. Let's say some of us are very similar people, period. If we reverse that, then hopefully that means there are more single bachelor/ettes with the (perceived) attractiveness, humility, and talents of Elijah and Jake and Ryan. Given that the US now has 300 million people in it, let's assure ourselves that there are simply more Elijahs and Jakes and Ryans.
...So where are they?
Hard to say: gentrification - gen-tri-fi-cation - jen-tra-fuh-cayshun