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I’ve been posting mostly to my other blog now, healthypanda. I will still try and update this sometime.
Thoughts From an Admittedly Lame Fangirl
So Alexander Skarsgard is dating Kate Bosworth. Whatever. I’m cool with it. She does have a semi-decent sense of style. However, I read this People magazine article about them at Coachella, and I have a couple of things to say:
1. I think Alexander is with the wrong blonde. Kate is pretty but she’s so bland! There are other blonds who would suit him better, I think. Like someone around the height of 5’7” and hazel eyes who likes running and plays drums in her spare time. Someone who is a tomboy but can still run in heels. QUITE A PACKAGE DEAL, DON’T YOU THINK?
2. Um, so the article tries to make this heinous act seem “sweet:”
“Oh look how sweet, he’s picking up Kate and putting her on his shoulders because she’s too short to see over the crowd.” UM, NO. They are both incredibly rude for doing this. If I were standing behind them, I’d be so pissed! It’s hard enough to see a show in a crowd like that, let alone having a Scandinavian giant hoisting his vertically-challenged girlfriend on his shoulders in front of you.
Corpus TVs vs. San Antonio TVs
So Tap kind of hates my TV, as he always asks when I’m getting a new TV just about every time we talk. The next book club meetings will be at Conrad’s house and my apartment, and Tap is very concerned that he won’t be able to watch the next book club movie on our supposedly miniscule televisions. It led to this conversation:
Tap: You guys are weak sauce with your little TVs. I might just bring up my 40” up to Austin for this shit.
Me: You are such a TV snob. Fine, bring your TV, I guess our Corpus TVs aren’t good enough for your big city TV.
Tap: That’s right. My TV eats cheese and wine, drives a Prius. Listens to indie rock.
Me: HAHA. Goes green.
Tap: Your TV puts its last name in script letters on the back of its car. Your TV’s house is less expensive than its vehicle. Your TV goes fishing and works at First Data. My TV plays racketball.
Me: Omg, I’m loling so hard over all of this.
Tap: Hahaha.
Me: Your TV has an IRA.
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Zach made this sign for the restrooms at work as a joke to his coworkers. I probably laughed too hard when I saw this.
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Aww so qt !
haha, he looks like this is srs bsns.
I’m back. More to come…I think.
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Doll me up in my bad luck…
I’ve been feeling like a teenager lately. You know? Just with how intensely I’m loving things. I like that feeling. That’s the one thing I miss about being a teenager…with those crazy hormones, if you loved something, you LOVED IT WITH EVERY FIBER OF YOUR BEING. But now I feel like a teenager in that my mood has shifted and I am very, very tired. I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night. Surprise. Had things on my mind but whatever, I just put the big girl pants on and that’s that. Welcome to life, Jenny, and suck it up. No matter what, I’m proud of the fact that I don’t need to rely on anyone else for self-sufficiency. It’s a very nice feeling. I can take care of myself and that’s all I need.
Drum lessons were ok today. I mean, I love drum lessons and they are never long enough. I just meant “ok” in that I don’t seem to be displaying any promise. Maybe I am hard on myself. I did finally get that difficult (for me) beat down by changing the way I played the bass drum - I recalled something Dave Grohl had said about it in an interview, and voila. Like magic. But once I got that down and Michael marked it off in my book, then another tricky one got me. I just need to practice more, is all. Michael got a kick out of the fact that I’m using a sewing machine pedal to double as a bass drum pedal when I practice at home. He said that’s the most creative thing he’s heard.
I want to go back to dancing. I like the way I am bringing back passions in my life. One time music was a passion for me, and I’m rediscovering it again with drums. I’m still running - that will always be a constant. So I’d like to start dancing again. If I could start dancing again, start writing again, and start learning Italian again, then I will be complete. I will be fulfilled (for now).
I am tired. Perhaps I shall watch TV.
No, my title has nothing to do with this post. I’ve just been looping songs from that album.
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I saw a little bit of Zooey in concert at SXSW, before it became too cold for us to enjoy the music anymore. She’s just as awkward as some of her characters are. When there were technical difficulties, she attempted some painful banter before making a quick exit. But she was a trouper to be singing in the cold weather, and has such a beautiful voice.
I used to like her better with blonde hair, but the more I look at her, I think she’s more striking as a brunette. I wish I could be that way as a brunette, but being a brunette makes me look mousy.
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