So many things to talk about.

As I was furiously copying and pasting this new site together, I happened to reread a completed thought I hadn't read in forever, and I found that a final statement of mine suggested to the world that we do not waste energy on being negative about people who have nothing to do with us, who have lives that in no way effect ours. This basically says that we should not insult or gossip about celebrities. Okay, I think I had very noble intentions, and I do agree that it is a waste of energy to be negative about celebrities, but I would like to ammend that rule of mine, or suggestion rather. I decided that venting about celebrities and their bonehead decisions (i.e. marrying a million times in year or being disgustingly rich while stealing thousands of dollars worth of merchandise) is a good way to release energy we already have pent up due to our own lives. Therefore, we can rid ourselves of negative energy we could use on ourselves and use it on people who have volunteered themselves as social pinatas. Do they deserve to be insulted - no, no one we don't personally know actually deserves it, but if you're going to be in the limelight, you need to not look for the insults. Don't read reviews or tabloids or websites. I learned this lesson the stupid way. I let the world beat the shit out of me before I quit checking message boards.

I say all this because I cannot help but say nasty shit about some celebs. That could make me a loser, but whatever, so be it.

I need Mariah Carey to stop believing she can act. It's like the J.Lo trying to sing. Know your limits, people!! I'm even putting aside Glitter because it's too fucking easy. Right now, I'm just talking about her videos - particularly the "sad" ones, though she manages to fuck up the happy ones too. What IS that face she makes? You ALL know what face I'm talking about. It's very, very clear. It's semi-pouty, those wannabe puppy-eyes, her slanting her face towards the camera and raising her shoulders, lifting her hands up, like she's scooping meaning into her existence. I know she's older and her current competitors are 14 years old, but she cannot compete with that element. No matter how low her jeans, how high her skirt, how much cleavage she reveals, she cannot be 14, and being a slut does not mean being young (okay, Christina?). These chicks can sing. They can sing like FEW can out there. Mariah and Christina have instruments, and though image is unfortunately 80% of the artist, why THAT image? There has got to be another option.

I went to a party tonight. It was nice. Thank GOD Oly dragged me out or I would never go. I would never leave my room if someone else wasn't making me. Anyway, I had a good time, and I made a friend. This girl named Dana - a natural blonde, fair skinned lady of 26 who working at a hospital. She already got her M.D., but has to work that shit job in hosptals for $7 an hour before she moves up to psychiatrist and brings in the 6 figures. Fine, she's paying her dues, but the chick is a 26 year old DOCTOR. She's a doctor. I'm a bartender - not even because the new bar hasn't called me back yet to hire or reject me. It's just crazy. Dana has a lot of direction, and I admire that. She's starting young so she can get her shit together and be on a road to security before most people figure their paths out. I'm gonna need her advice.

When there is nothing on TV, I watch When Harry Met Sally. I could not tell you how many times I've seen it. The problem with seeing a movie too much is that you pick up on details you'd rather not have noticed. For example, in the beginning when Harry says, "Obviously, you haven't had great sex yet," and Sally responds with, "It just so happens that I've had plenty of good sex," and the whole room goes silent and kind of looks at her - there is this one extra who resumes her conversation WAY to early. The guy she's talking to is still looking at her like all the other extras, but she immediately starts looking at him and ignoring Sally's comment. It's just so distracting now. Now when that scene comes up, it's all I notice. I hate that. Good line ruined for me.

I have more to talk about, but I'll do that tomorrow. Lates.