I'm 5'3'' 1/2, and This is My Journal Entry
I'm so into Morgellons lately. It's this disease where you feel this constant crawling sensation like there are bugs all over your skin. That's because there are tiny bugs just under the surface of your skin that will frequently emerge through lesions. These bugs look like blue and red fibers. The disease also causes problems with brain function, such as depression, ADD, OCD and chronic fatigue syndrome. This suggests, to me, that bugs are possibly crawling around your brain as well. The coolest thing is that the CDC is just starting to study Morgellons because so many doctors are adamant that it absolutely does not exist. Ahhhhhh!!!!!! So anyway, that's what I'm googling lately.
There are two great commercials these days that I'd like to tell you about...
1. "I'm Larry Suffredin. I'm 6'4'', and I'm running for state's attorney." This is the introduction to, you guessed it, Larry Suffredin's campaign ad for his run for state's attorney. He goes on to tell how height, in a figurative sense, will be helpful to his chosen office. He'll be able to do lots of cool shit, such as "tower over" those who try to make our city dangerous and "stand tall" against criminals in our streets. I'm totally voting for him because he's totally tall.
2. The WWE (the wrestling thing) has a new promotion going on. You just have to go to their website and tell them about your dream Quinceanera, and they'll make it happen for one lucky winner! Sweet jeezis! Every little Latina's dream of having a wrestling-sponsored Quince is finally coming true! As stupid as it sounds though, it's a very smart marketing ploy in that it appeals to their main demographic, 14-year-old Hispanic girls.
I'm really upset that Heath Ledger died. He was legitimately a pretty good actor, and I appreciate that he didn't just keep churning out crap after he got famous playing shitty roles. This is totally Hollywood, but I like to imagine that he just got too into his dark roles and couldn't sleep because his mind was all racing and he killed himself because he wanted to turn it all off. I like to creepily imagine how people die. So sue me. There were over 300 paparazzi standing outside his apartment when they brought out his body, which makes me wanna vom. Imagining someone's death as though it's a movie is one thing; filming it is another.
When Judy Garland died, her body was brought out draped over someone's arm with a coat over it to avoid the paparazzi frenzy, and she was so tiny that no one even noticed. Weird, huh?
My friend Andrew wrote a note about the five musicians that most influenced his taste and appreciation of music. I'm gonna do that soon. Get excited.
There are two great commercials these days that I'd like to tell you about...
1. "I'm Larry Suffredin. I'm 6'4'', and I'm running for state's attorney." This is the introduction to, you guessed it, Larry Suffredin's campaign ad for his run for state's attorney. He goes on to tell how height, in a figurative sense, will be helpful to his chosen office. He'll be able to do lots of cool shit, such as "tower over" those who try to make our city dangerous and "stand tall" against criminals in our streets. I'm totally voting for him because he's totally tall.
2. The WWE (the wrestling thing) has a new promotion going on. You just have to go to their website and tell them about your dream Quinceanera, and they'll make it happen for one lucky winner! Sweet jeezis! Every little Latina's dream of having a wrestling-sponsored Quince is finally coming true! As stupid as it sounds though, it's a very smart marketing ploy in that it appeals to their main demographic, 14-year-old Hispanic girls.
I'm really upset that Heath Ledger died. He was legitimately a pretty good actor, and I appreciate that he didn't just keep churning out crap after he got famous playing shitty roles. This is totally Hollywood, but I like to imagine that he just got too into his dark roles and couldn't sleep because his mind was all racing and he killed himself because he wanted to turn it all off. I like to creepily imagine how people die. So sue me. There were over 300 paparazzi standing outside his apartment when they brought out his body, which makes me wanna vom. Imagining someone's death as though it's a movie is one thing; filming it is another.
When Judy Garland died, her body was brought out draped over someone's arm with a coat over it to avoid the paparazzi frenzy, and she was so tiny that no one even noticed. Weird, huh?
My friend Andrew wrote a note about the five musicians that most influenced his taste and appreciation of music. I'm gonna do that soon. Get excited.