Okay, watching E! search for a new host for Wild On E!. Rerun. Anyway, there's this girl on it that looked SO familiar. I could NOT place her for the life of me and it was driving me crazy. Then they said her name, Vanessa Minillo. I'm like, "Okay, I definitely know her now," but even though the name is insanely familiar, I can't figure out exactly where she's from. So, I call my sister, wake her up, and I think piss her off because she doesn't seem to know what I'm talking about. I wonder if I went to school with her, or what the fucking deal is, but I KNOW her. I look her up online and it turns out she was Miss Teen USA one year, but I don't think I've ever fucking watched one of those. Besides, her name sounds familiar in a personal way, not like I've seen it on TV. Apparently, she's from South Carolina, even though she said she was from Southern California on E!. Okay, I don't know enough people in LA to have known her at one point then forgotten her. I feel like she dated someone I knew or something. Well, it turns out she's Filipino, Irish, and Italian - my exact decent. I'm wondering if I know her from something that has to do with that, but what? Never figured it out, and it's driving me crazy. How do I know this fucking girl?

Well, I need to get one thing out of the way: The commercial for the Yoga Video.

...yeah, I'm not sure what to say about it. It's...strange, and a bit uncomfortable, to be honest. I am not the poster girl for a workout video. It feels more bizarre than anything. I'd rather not discuss it - I just had to acknowledge it.

I hope all had a nice Thanksgiving. It's hit or miss when it comes to holidays. Either it's relaxing and lovely or it's tense and frustrating. I had a good one. Chill. Sleeping in was fun too.

So, I don't mean to sound super-girly, but I DID break a nail, and you know what? I AM pissed about it. I should've kept putting hardener on it, but I didn't and my nails need extra special care with what I'm doing. Yay, my sister brought me nail glue. All fixed.

Not too much has been going on, to be honest. I haven't made more than 2 drinks in a week, and I'm a bartender. Needless to say, I'm not learning how to be a better bartender at all. There goes that at-least-I'm-going-to-gain-skills theory I had going.

Oh - I found out what the problem is with my wearing contacts. Okay, the problem was that I'd put then in, everything would be wonderful and clear, five minutes later - total blur. It was like smudges on the lenses. I'd take them out, clean them, put them back in - crystal clear. Five minutes later - total blur. I would look in my eyes, see if maybe I had make-up residue in my eyes or something. Nothing. It was like I had grease on the back of my eyelids. I told my mom about it, and she said that she had had the same problem and couldn't wear contacts. She told her doctor about it and she suggest that my mom come into the office with the contacts in her eyes. She went in, the doctor took them out and looked at them. "It looks like you literally smeared Vaseline all over these." The doctor informed my mother that she had greasy tears, and it was just her own genetic chemistry and there's nothing they can do about that. I guess my mom passed it down to me. I have greasy tears. Ew. not. It sounds like if I cried and wiped my face, the tears would smear across my cheeks like Crisco oil. Gross.

Let's see, what else. Well, I'm going on vacation next week, and I'm SO EXCITED. I'm counting down the minutes.

So, I have a problem. I like Jenny from the Block. HOLD ON - let me explain!! I still think J.Lo is a stuck-up, two faced loser, and I still think the lyrics are enough to make want to beat her as all around the block...you know, the one that she's fromnot, but I like the beat and the song. It's sampled, of course, so maybe I just like the original song.

J.Lo and Ben: everyone I talk to not only has an opinion on it, but is passionately annoyed by it. Also, Ben coincidentally being Sexiest Man Alive...<vomit>. Oh, sorry about that. Okay, let me say that sure, he's a decent looking guy, but really he's just average. There is NOTHING exceptional going on here. Put this guy in a tee shirt and jeans and throw him on the street, and what do you got? Such an average joe, you wouldn't notice him if you tripped over his boring ass. Please tell me what's the big fucking deal over him OTHER than his success as an actor and our being brainwashed into thinking he's amazing because E! Online says so and J.Lame is fucking him? His eyes, his hair, his mouth, his body? None stick out to me. His clothes don't could, the man is dressed by agents and publicists. Hey, if he were still just some dude from Southie that my sister brought home as her new beau, I'd totally thin he was a good-looking guy. He's really not bad. But if that same nobody from Southie walked into a bar, heads would not turn. It's just power. Hey, my sister thinks John Edward is hot, and he's not. It's just because he's psychic and ON TV. Shit, you think he knows I said that here? I don't want him sicking dead people on me.

(Side note: John Edward wouldn't and couldn't do that anyway. I love him and totally believe in him.)

That's it for now, I'm going to go and try to figure out this Vanessa Minillo thing. It bothers me.