I Analyze Shit Too Much
How much am I loving this season's Real World? A whole effing lot. To the point where I'm looking forward to the new episode every week more than Gossip Girl. (Not that I don't like Gossip Girl anymore, because I totally do, its just I can't take anymore of Rufus and Lily and Serena and Dan breaking up every episode for retarded stuff and why aren't Blair and Chuck together?! Sigh. Whatever.) I seriously cannot believe how amazing this season is. There's no slutty chicks. No one is getting drunk and hooking up and cheating on significant others at home. (Well, maybe a little.) No one is bitchy to each other and their fights don't blow out of proportion. There's little to none drama. This show is entertaining because these are some real ass people that I can relate to, just interacting with each other. Isn't that what the show was supposed to be all along? I guess it took them 21 seasons.
But it's still MTV. One of the roomies, Ryan, kind of wants to be a singer and lay down some "tracks" while he's out there in Brooklyn. So what does MTV do? They call up their bitch, Pete Wentz, to sign a release form so that they can film the roomies inside his club and oh who happens to be there? One of Fall Out Boy's managers or some shit (the roommates, per contract, make sure to drop band names like Panic and Gym Class in their interviews about what a great opportunity this is) who in turn, introduces Ryan and roomate Chet-- who's dream is to "host TRL" (HAH!)-- to the guy who runs the website for...Friend or Enemies. Of course they do. Later in the episode, Baya is wearing a Clandestine Industries t-shirt with the bartskull on the sleeve.
Anyway, in reference to the blatantly obvious pimpwhoring oneself to get a record deal or whatever, is exactly what I hate about the pretentious douchebagginess of "The Industry". I can never wrap my head around it. I guess the same can go for the film industry as well, which is a bummer, because Hello. That's my major. And all the time, all I see are people bragging about whatever small job they got to do on some Jack Black movie over the summer or I see their lips permanently glued to Mark Medoff's ass or, I don't know. The only way to get anywhere is through references and recommendations, which eventually brings it down to "networking" or really, ass kissing. While yes, I think it would be great to make movies and whatnot, it the fore mentioned pretentious douchebagginess that turns me off.
Is it just me? Am I shy? Am I just lazy? Is that what it is? I guess. Whatever my handicap is, I've had it all my life. I think I can be a pretty charming person. Then why is it that my entire life, I've maybe had no more than 2 or 3 actual FRIENDS at any one given time in my life? I always told myself that its because I appreciate quality over quantity. But if it was really about the quality, how come I've never had a friend more than a couple years? Amber? Jolene? Melissa? Rose? Ashley? Michael? Jovanni? Audrey? All have been my BFF at one point or another and for one reason or another, the friendship was either terminated by myself or them. Now, I have Annie and Josh. What's to say that within the next year or two, I don't drop them like flies? No. I refuse to even think that. Those are the two people in the world who truly GET me. They know me better than I do myself and love me anyway.
Okay, this post is now getting off topic and I don't know what I'm talking about anymore.
So. The Real World. Turns out season 22 is going to be in Cancun. Oh Lord. That was the season I tried out for and never even got a 2nd interview. I just sat there the entire interview and said nothing so OF COURSE they weren't going to put me on. (Why didn't you say anything, Stefanie? Shyness? Lazyness?) There's nothing that bums me out as much as the "what ifs?" What if I did get on? What if I did get to go to Cancun? What if I did get to live with a bunch of strangers and shame my entire family on national television? I guess I'll never know. And that's my own fault. Just like the time I wondered what if I interned for a summer on the Van's Warped Tour? AND DID NOTHING ABOUT IT. Shame.
(Can we talk about the LOLZ of Cancun for a second? I guess MTV only agreed to *ONE* interesting season before going back to the drunken whore shenanigans.)
But it's still MTV. One of the roomies, Ryan, kind of wants to be a singer and lay down some "tracks" while he's out there in Brooklyn. So what does MTV do? They call up their bitch, Pete Wentz, to sign a release form so that they can film the roomies inside his club and oh who happens to be there? One of Fall Out Boy's managers or some shit (the roommates, per contract, make sure to drop band names like Panic and Gym Class in their interviews about what a great opportunity this is) who in turn, introduces Ryan and roomate Chet-- who's dream is to "host TRL" (HAH!)-- to the guy who runs the website for...Friend or Enemies. Of course they do. Later in the episode, Baya is wearing a Clandestine Industries t-shirt with the bartskull on the sleeve.
Anyway, in reference to the blatantly obvious pimpwhoring oneself to get a record deal or whatever, is exactly what I hate about the pretentious douchebagginess of "The Industry". I can never wrap my head around it. I guess the same can go for the film industry as well, which is a bummer, because Hello. That's my major. And all the time, all I see are people bragging about whatever small job they got to do on some Jack Black movie over the summer or I see their lips permanently glued to Mark Medoff's ass or, I don't know. The only way to get anywhere is through references and recommendations, which eventually brings it down to "networking" or really, ass kissing. While yes, I think it would be great to make movies and whatnot, it the fore mentioned pretentious douchebagginess that turns me off.
Is it just me? Am I shy? Am I just lazy? Is that what it is? I guess. Whatever my handicap is, I've had it all my life. I think I can be a pretty charming person. Then why is it that my entire life, I've maybe had no more than 2 or 3 actual FRIENDS at any one given time in my life? I always told myself that its because I appreciate quality over quantity. But if it was really about the quality, how come I've never had a friend more than a couple years? Amber? Jolene? Melissa? Rose? Ashley? Michael? Jovanni? Audrey? All have been my BFF at one point or another and for one reason or another, the friendship was either terminated by myself or them. Now, I have Annie and Josh. What's to say that within the next year or two, I don't drop them like flies? No. I refuse to even think that. Those are the two people in the world who truly GET me. They know me better than I do myself and love me anyway.
Okay, this post is now getting off topic and I don't know what I'm talking about anymore.
So. The Real World. Turns out season 22 is going to be in Cancun. Oh Lord. That was the season I tried out for and never even got a 2nd interview. I just sat there the entire interview and said nothing so OF COURSE they weren't going to put me on. (Why didn't you say anything, Stefanie? Shyness? Lazyness?) There's nothing that bums me out as much as the "what ifs?" What if I did get on? What if I did get to go to Cancun? What if I did get to live with a bunch of strangers and shame my entire family on national television? I guess I'll never know. And that's my own fault. Just like the time I wondered what if I interned for a summer on the Van's Warped Tour? AND DID NOTHING ABOUT IT. Shame.
(Can we talk about the LOLZ of Cancun for a second? I guess MTV only agreed to *ONE* interesting season before going back to the drunken whore shenanigans.)