My Friday's Fancier Than Yours

Hater tots: Like haterade, the figurative snack you consume when you're hating on someone.
Guy 1: He acts like he's the shit because he has that Mercedes SLR.
Guy 2: Man, you need to cut down on all those hater tots you've been eating.

Top of the morn'! TGIF, huh? Can I get an amen?! Finally, I got the "the Man" off my back for the next two days. Gonna take my tie off and RAGE.

... Hah, if only my life slightly resembled that right now.

Stuff ain't bad—waking up at 10:30, messing around on the online abyss, catching up on old Vanity Fairs—but I got to find some work. Not just to make money but to get out of my house and feel mildly useful. It's hard to look for something just temporary and still interesting though.

I'm beginning to wonder if I'm supposed to stick around here for a while anyway—Chicago, I mean. The more I come back, the more I realize it's a city I can actually see myself living in for a while. Maybe that time is now.

Thailand is definitely still on the radar, but my mom's relentless protests aren't helping. She fears I will become a heroine-shooting surfer hanging with boy-turned-girl prostitutes who will later traffic me to Cambodia... where I will become Buddhist. Dun, Dun, DUN.

Oh, well. It's my decision in the end, and "I'm gonna get what I want!"

When I figure out what that is. But what I do know I want is this hair:

Rad, right? I may or may not get a perm.

Alright, I know this entry was short and pointless, but it's time for other stuff. Have a good weekend, and until next time, cut back on them hater tots.


- J.

It's Looking Like a Limb Torn Off

Leave Britney Alone: An exclamation made when your friends or family are teasing you to a point where you can't handle it anymore and a hissy fit is in order. Derived from a YouTube user's famed outburst following Britney's lackluster performance at the 2007 VMA's.

Sarah: OMG Susan, I can't believe you are wearing the same skirt as yesterday. Oh, and by the way, EVERYONE knows what you did with Kevin on the weekend. Plus you look a little fat, are you retaining water?

Susan: LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE!

Hi hi hi, sorry sorry sorry. But I just graduated, so I've been ENDLESSLY busy this past week. Actually, I've been basking in wonderful nothingness.

Recap of the past week or so:

- My family came up for graduation, including my lovely grandma from Seattle.

- Commencement with Bud Selig (boring and extremely generic). His speech could have been given at a batmitzvah.

- Various graduation parties/too much drinking.

- Half-heartedly researching my potential future, maybe sorta. I don't know.
- Chilling with the homies/avoiding unpacking.

- Watching movies—Rachel Getting Married, Doubt, Capote, Frost/Nixon, Wristcutters.

I LOVE Phillip Seymour Hoffman. He's my new favorite actor. He's so good in everything he's in. Definitely someone I'd want to have lunch with.

He'll have the BLT.

Oh man, crazy story. Some time during finals week, my roommate was lying out on our balcony when she heard something fall on one of the chairs. Look what she found:


The poor little thing had fallen out of its nest or something, and its mom kept swooping back and forth looking for it, but she couldn't see it. We didn't know what to do so we tried to give it water and feed it yolk. (Is that weird to feed to a bird? I mean, it's what they eat in their eggs.) That night, it stormed so we brought it inside and made a makeshift incubator to stay warm in. We named him Thomas. He died the next morning. It was really tragic but also kind of amazing to see something like that up close. Weird I took photos, I know, but I wasn't trying to be exploitative. It's part of nature—just watch Planet Earth.

On a lighter note, I can't stop listening to this song right now. It's not new, but I just discovered Band of Horses a few weeks ago.

EXCITING NEWS: This summer, I plan to start a movie blog called Cinemama (cute, right? because I'm like a girl and stuff). It won't be geared toward just girls, but it's meant to demonstrate we're not just designated to chick flicks and period pieces. Hopefully it will include reviews, news and opinions on the industry. Of course, I welcome other voices as well. But right now, it's a work in progress.

OK, gotta go. Until next time, RIP Thomas.


J.