WELL,
I haven't been DM-ing with my blogger-crush, which is [sad panda]. I still want him to whisk me away to Brooklyn so we can make fun of horrible TV shows together.

My grandmother is hanging in there for now. We all thought she was going to go at any minute a month ago, but she's rallied, to a point, and she's back to being half coherent/half non-sensical. It's the best we're going to get at this point.

My career counseling is going well. She's opening me up to new ideas and areas that I haven't considered. I found out that one of the co-workers I really like is getting ready to blow the pop stand. I don't know how many other people know. He doesn't know that I know. I'm guessing some other people that he's close with are aware of it. The funny thing is that it's an architect but he applied for a business degree. Maybe he wants it in case he starts his own firm once he's registered? I'd like to ask him about it, but it's not my place. I will miss him, though. He makes me feel attractive, which is so rare.

I finally borrowed Firefly from my friend. I don't remember how I came to know Nathan Fillion. I think maybe I tried watching an episode once, a few years back. But I went into the show knowing that I found FIllion to be oh-jesus-attractive, and Jewel Staite was on it, and I love her from "Flash Forward," back in the day. I'm about halfway through the series, loving Fillion, having a million questions, and just enjoying the heck out of it. Of course, I've selected the un-canon 'ship of Mal/Kaylee for myself, but I can't win 'em all. I'm not sure how I feel about Simon. Sean Maher reminds me of Roger Bart mixed with someone else who I can't remember at some point. I guess I think he's a little slimy, but he has his moments. The best part of everything is that the Serenity movie is available for instant play on Netflix, so that's what I'll be doing tomorrow night, probably, since there's not a Sunday Night Football game (thanks very much, NFL, for caving to the World Series. Some of us are NOT into baseball!). I think I'm kind of spoiled for something that happens in the movie, but oh well. You can't go hunting around for fanfic and emerge without learning some things that you weren't expecting to.

Okkervil River are on Austin City Limits tonight, and it's not on PBSHD for once, so I can watch it in my own room. Score! And they've got Jonathan Meiburg with them [I think he lives in Austin], their ex-vocalist/multi-instrumentalist, AND the cute bassist finally shaved, and seems to have transferred his beard to Will Sheff (the lead singer), who is actually working that extra hair. He looks more masculine and less like a scrawny, pale, indie boy. Also, Sheff's beard is like, carrot red under the ACL lights. He's a brunette. And he's playing piano! Which he never does in concert! Double-score!

And Friday Night Lights!! Kyle Chandler also falls into the "marry me" camp. Connie Britton, too. And Gilford. There's up-front hotness and stealth hotness on that show. And a lot of aviator sunglasses.

Magnolia Electric Co. is pretty much making my fall. Some of the songs go on too long, and Jason Molina's voice can get whiny, but some of the stuff is kind of gorgeous. Also, Arcade Fire.

 

Also, I would not have requested "Punk Rock Princess" at an acoustic show [I don't think it translates as well as some of his other songs], but whatever. It's Andrew. 

You guys, I'm totally obsessed with Panic's "Live in Chicago" like I don't even understand. All I want to do is watch it. They need more stage banter, though. Maybe next tour? I ran around singing "Camisado" all day, and debating whether or not to buy Pretty Odd on vinyl...would sound good out of my speakers.

Slept very late, stuffed my face, watched "Inside the NFL," and then went hunting for half-price Christmas cards with my mom, and a terrible selection everywhere! Encountered a massive line at TJ Maxx but managed to score at Target- finally a glass baking dish, and a good blanket to keep on the sofa. Tomorrow I'll do all of my cosmetic errands before heading back.

Watched "Tropic Thunder" which was cute but really silly in places but BILL HADER is in it, which I didn't even know and that was 10 times more awesome than Tom Cruise and his OMG out of character cameo. Marry me, Bill Hader! (I know- he's taken, just like they all are). I fell asleep somewhere in the middle of the movie and then woke up and resumed it and it was mass craziness. And then watched "The Dark Knight" with my parents and it's such a damn long movie- I'd forgotten about some of the stuff that happens and then it was, "Oh fuck, the part with the boats." Ledger is still A-1, though. And it's still a shame, that whole thing. I actually found the Joker to be scarier this time around.

New journal layout- strawberry/watermelon for the dead of winter. Which means that this is about the time I start painting my toenails "Strawberry Margarita," because the name is awesome and it always makes me smile when it's 20 degrees out.

I'm finally having better dreams about MD, when I least expect it. I've had 2 in a row, one last night which wasn't bad. He kept trying to show me the pictures he had of me on his phone and every time I got close to looking at them, something would interrupt us. But there was much flirtation going on. Yay, dreams that will never, ever happen!! Maybe I can start dreaming about Patrick Stump now, huh?

Saw DK last night and her awesome friends, which was double-awesome. This one friend of hers is pretty cute...everyone got very, very drunk and passed out around 4am. Lame! I was more tired than I thought, though. I slept for basically 12 hours straight. But yeah, wouldn't kick this guy out of bed. In his drunkenness, he blew me a kiss goodnight, which was kind of charming. Shut up- I'm easily charmed. Her friends are so lovely and inclusive- I love it. Too bad they all live far away.

Today's goals are to paint nails, track down the Panic DVD, and GO GIANTS.

Second day in a row- no laundry, no gym. I can squeeze another outfit out for tomorrow, so that's cool. And my mom/aunt are back from Paris, safely. And I still want to marry Seth Myers. And the bassist from Okkervil River and so many others, sheesh. I wish I could figure out what kind of guys I like these days. I think the main things are that I find the person funny and attractive.

I always forget that I like Alkaline Trio and then I get out "Goddamnit!" and I rock out. And come upon "True Life" on MTV and get hooked. Tonight: "I'm a Single Parent." One poor guy's girlfriend went nuts and left him with 6 kids... ouch. At 25, too.

Maybe tomorrow morning I will actually hear my alarm go off. Three mornings in a row I haven't heard it- really, really bizarre. 'Cause that sucker is LOUD.

My dearest bb LH gchats and says he got a job. I do not know further details but OMFG if it's true and it happens and he comes "home," it will be wonderful.

Every night fireworks; us about a year ago:


Incidentally, I wore that dress yesterday because I felt extra fat due to a particularly nasty period and I wanted to be all covered up. Yeah, I gained 2 lbs. I didn't stay for my WW meeting; didn't feel like I was in the right mindset. Me and 140 lbs. are a bad combination. I'd rather go back when I know I've lost weight and I've done a good job. It's just... it's getting really hard. Because I'm always hungry and I'm bored a work more now and I just want to eat because I enjoy the act of eating so much and I want to eat when I read anything that's not a legit book. I'm just...all about the foodness. And I'm jealous of this girl and my meeting who is top-heavy but has better legs than me and a boyfriend, not that I know what the boyfriend looks like. Not that I even know this girl. Poo. PMS and weight gain makes me uber bitter.

Stay positive, right. Eat vegetables, have more caffeine, chew more gum. Gotta find those 0 point foods.

Here's a list of famous guys that I like; always the taken ones, eh?
-Joel McHale (married)
-James Murphy (LCD Soundsystem, married)
-James McAvoy (married)
-Bill Hader (married)
-Christian Bale (married)
-Trey Parker (married)
-Paul Rudd (married)
-Chris Walla (Death Cab)
-David Cook (girlfriend?)
-Jason Segel
-Patrick Stump (girlfriend)
-Zach Condon (Beirut, girlfriend)
-Brendon Small (Metalocalypse, Home Movies)
-Andy Skib (girlfriend)
-BJ Novak
-Joshua Jackson
-John Krasinski

From the "I'm Not a Feminist, But..." files: something about the stupid new flavored beers really pisses me off. Like, do we need raspberry/pomegranate and ginger/lime flavored beer? It's almost as if they are certainly gearing it towards women who don't drink "real bear." Pfft. I like anything as long as it isn't too bitter or doesn't taste like pee (ahem, Coors Lite). Granted, I like a splash of citrus in certain beers, but please don't feel the need to jazz them up with fruity flavors and even fruitier commercials. In the end, I think real beer will always win.

Also pissing me off- gladiator sandals. You have to have a really nice, slim, leg and foot to pull that shit off. Plus some of them go up way too high. And yes, part of it is jealousy because I have big ankles and possibly cankles and I'm short anyway so I really have no business wearing flat shoes most of the time. And also, a big F-you to any mirror that I own because I always seem to look fine in whatever full-length I have and then I'll catch a glimpse of myself in like Nine West and I'll look like a stumpy-stump. I guess full-lengths have a secret evil component. But retail stores should have that same component! Anyway- why the heck are they popular all of a sudden, these stupid shoes? I think they draw attention to one's legs and not in a good way. More like, "Look at all that shit on her shoes!"

I lost .4 pounds which is almost .5 which is better than gaining. And you know how I said that guy at my office probably wouldn't flirt with me now that we've moved? I was wrong, folks! I'm insanely jealous that I don't get to pick my lunch time but at least I have a temp who isn't a dumbass. And I don't have to answer every phone call. And I'm busy. And cute boys! (ftw)

My new 'ship is David Cook/Andy Skib. It's like the South-Midwest version of Pete/Patrick except more masculine and purely music-focused.

Alright, alright- hearts and hearts for "Shameless." It's just a bummer that the entire series isn't available for US consumption quite yet. Or even the second season. The show ran for like 5 "series" but McAvoy and Duff were in only the first 2. Can I start shipping Fiona and Steve now? Yes, I think I can. Also, people need to stop saying that McAvoy isn't "a traditional leading man"/"not pretty." He SO can be pretty sometimes. And he's a nice combination of charming/dirty-sexy/slightly emo/humorous. There's no way to get a hold of the second series- damn British TV!

Guess who didn't go clean up the office today? That's right. I'll do it tomorrow. Maybe I'll even go to church tomorrow. The only thing I want to do right now is eat. And god, I need a shower like crazy.

Music I Apparently Need to Check Out:
The Breeders
Fleet Foxes
Patty Griffin

CONFESSION:
Apparently, I still have quite the thing for Joshua Jackson. I'm halfway through this horrible movie that he did a while back called "Aurora Borealis" (taped off of Lifetime!) and Juliette Lewis is the love interest and I just can't stand her and her perma-druggie voice and it's the same feeling that I had when I saw "...Gilbert Grape." Why does it have to be her? But anyway, the love is still in full effect, I suppose. That voice will always slay me.

Thoughts on AB:

1. Kate (JL's character) drives a Wagoneer. Pacey Witter drove a Wagoneer.

2. There was an episode of "Dawson's" called "The Northern Lights."

3. Is there an unspoken rule that nearly every character Joshua Jackson plays must also be a hockey player? DC, Mighty Ducks, and now this. Granted, it's not every role, but they seem to work the hockey in quite a bit.

4. Lifetime is a collective square-pants for bleeping out all of the curse words. I'd like to hear Mr. Jackson swear, thanks very much.

5. But the sissy-ness is redeemed thanks to Donald Sutherland being overall awesome and (seriously, what's he doing in a Lifetime movie?) gratuitous shout-outs to Paul Westerberg/The Replacements.

We'll see how the rest of it pans out. In the mean time, I also DVR-ed "Ronnie and Julie," another horrible cheesefest that was pre-DC and guess what? His character is a hockey player.

Y'all know what else I DVR-ed? "Bunnytown." On The Disney Channel. I couldn't resist...the name alone.