Breakfast: Water and a 1 hour walk/jog
-shower
Pre-lunch: 1/2 a can of tuna with lemon and salad Maybe an espresso too
Exercise TV+ serving of fruit
Pre-dinner: Bowl of rocket, feta, tomato salad
Weight training
-Wash face
Evening meal: 1 cooked egg
Friday, July 23, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Teddy Bear Rape Whistle
Today I was looking at rape whistles. I had just discovered what a rape whistle was about a month ago and was curious to see if any place sells them. As I was browsing Google Shopping, I came across this little jewel:
It is a children's teddy bear rape whistle/flashlight. Now I'm all about keeping our children safe, but isn't the design of this particular whistle just a little bit horrible? It kind of defeats the purpose of having a rape whistle.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Pam But Not Pam
I'm obsessed with the Office...newly obsessed.
So that's where "Pam" comes into place. Its really not anything too deep to look into. Basically If I were in the Office I would, like Pam, like Jim, be nice, and kind of hate my job.
I have always wanted to work in a cubicle or some other dead end job. It was just because of those TV shows and feel-good romantic comedies. They hated their job but it never really seemed to take its toll until 5 years or so when it shows the character on day 3 of the movie. So something must have been going right until then. Or that was my mindset as a nine year old. It was all appealing to me. It was grown up and stimulating. It was comfortable. I have alwas been an artist at heart and quite the ingenue, so it is a natural phenomenon to want a mundane and lifeless job. Excited yet?
I like shows like The Mighty Boosh and I find Andrew Vanwyngarden from MGMT quite charismatic and humorous in the "Elctric Feel" video. Combine this with The Office or cubicles of a similar nature (I shall do the combining. You just sit and listen.) and you get this odd moment of truth. I'm sitting here writing this while my 11 year old sister is showing off her homemade bra inserts that have inflated her 11 year old chest into a D cup. I laugh and shake my head observing the moment as if I am looking down upon myself like one would a movie. Now she walks away and the smile is gone and I realize I have nothing to do. I am left listening to MGMT and watching a headbopping "yeah, you know what I mean" scene and feeling very satiricle and oddly smooshed between this moment and everything the Mighty Boosh has ever been. It feels oddly sexual. But I'm too comfy to move.
Yeah....
-I was google stalking some friends from middle school and this one girl, a horrible singer who was totally full of herself, showed up on every single link. They were just for local productions but still-wow. There she is going after her dreams of becoming a Broadway star and here I am sitting inside all summer with nothing to do and feeling a little bit queasy. Right on.
I'm not sure if I should get a Facebook or not. Because I want to reconnect with some old friends and make new ones around whereI am moving next year, and to delete my myspace account. Only two problems:
1. I don't like enteing my real name
2. I don't like Facebook or any social networking site. They have never felt very me. I am really just looking for a reason to selete my myspace.
And things are messy. I have a project going where I was supposed to make this publication and I got a few very special people excited about it but now I just don't have the motivation or the will. This is all relating to my myspace. Should I just make at leastone issue then abandon it? I don't know.
I hate my life. I hate my life. I hate my life.
I don't want to work in a cubicle. I don't, but I still don't want to anymore. My life feels like a cubicle. Everything sucks. I need a boyfriend. I need friends. I need a car, a license, and a permit. Where was my motivation to write music?
Should I record a few songs and sell them on iTunes and be done with it?
Or should I wait until I can make a physical album? I have stage fright so I'm not performing until I am out of my parents' house and have a little more space. Actually it is more of a strong will not to perform because I have no clue what I am doing. I thought music was my life, and I thought love was my life but I suck in both categories. Ugghh. I wish I had more supportive people in my life.
I need a cell phone. I have been without contact for 2 months now. It went missing. My cat is also missing. And today I smell like kitten pee. I am now suspicious that those kittens I held today were eating marijuana enriched kitty chow, because I smell like marijuana too. Or my hair does.
Fuck. I am kind of trying to be unlikeable.
My mom reads my diary, my sister wears all of my clothes, and I have been reduced to a walking sack of gelatin. I have no backbone. I am not allowed one.
I need a camera. I want to make YouTube videos. Yeah I know what you're thinking "Wow yeah Id love to watch you. Not."
I don't know.I'm making myself puke. Nothing I write comes out the way I want it to.
Just. Uh. Bye.
Now think of Pam because I have ended this post on very un-Pam like terms.
So that's where "Pam" comes into place. Its really not anything too deep to look into. Basically If I were in the Office I would, like Pam, like Jim, be nice, and kind of hate my job.
I have always wanted to work in a cubicle or some other dead end job. It was just because of those TV shows and feel-good romantic comedies. They hated their job but it never really seemed to take its toll until 5 years or so when it shows the character on day 3 of the movie. So something must have been going right until then. Or that was my mindset as a nine year old. It was all appealing to me. It was grown up and stimulating. It was comfortable. I have alwas been an artist at heart and quite the ingenue, so it is a natural phenomenon to want a mundane and lifeless job. Excited yet?
I like shows like The Mighty Boosh and I find Andrew Vanwyngarden from MGMT quite charismatic and humorous in the "Elctric Feel" video. Combine this with The Office or cubicles of a similar nature (I shall do the combining. You just sit and listen.) and you get this odd moment of truth. I'm sitting here writing this while my 11 year old sister is showing off her homemade bra inserts that have inflated her 11 year old chest into a D cup. I laugh and shake my head observing the moment as if I am looking down upon myself like one would a movie. Now she walks away and the smile is gone and I realize I have nothing to do. I am left listening to MGMT and watching a headbopping "yeah, you know what I mean" scene and feeling very satiricle and oddly smooshed between this moment and everything the Mighty Boosh has ever been. It feels oddly sexual. But I'm too comfy to move.
Yeah....
-I was google stalking some friends from middle school and this one girl, a horrible singer who was totally full of herself, showed up on every single link. They were just for local productions but still-wow. There she is going after her dreams of becoming a Broadway star and here I am sitting inside all summer with nothing to do and feeling a little bit queasy. Right on.
I'm not sure if I should get a Facebook or not. Because I want to reconnect with some old friends and make new ones around whereI am moving next year, and to delete my myspace account. Only two problems:
1. I don't like enteing my real name
2. I don't like Facebook or any social networking site. They have never felt very me. I am really just looking for a reason to selete my myspace.
And things are messy. I have a project going where I was supposed to make this publication and I got a few very special people excited about it but now I just don't have the motivation or the will. This is all relating to my myspace. Should I just make at leastone issue then abandon it? I don't know.
I hate my life. I hate my life. I hate my life.
I don't want to work in a cubicle. I don't, but I still don't want to anymore. My life feels like a cubicle. Everything sucks. I need a boyfriend. I need friends. I need a car, a license, and a permit. Where was my motivation to write music?
Should I record a few songs and sell them on iTunes and be done with it?
Or should I wait until I can make a physical album? I have stage fright so I'm not performing until I am out of my parents' house and have a little more space. Actually it is more of a strong will not to perform because I have no clue what I am doing. I thought music was my life, and I thought love was my life but I suck in both categories. Ugghh. I wish I had more supportive people in my life.
I need a cell phone. I have been without contact for 2 months now. It went missing. My cat is also missing. And today I smell like kitten pee. I am now suspicious that those kittens I held today were eating marijuana enriched kitty chow, because I smell like marijuana too. Or my hair does.
Fuck. I am kind of trying to be unlikeable.
My mom reads my diary, my sister wears all of my clothes, and I have been reduced to a walking sack of gelatin. I have no backbone. I am not allowed one.
I need a camera. I want to make YouTube videos. Yeah I know what you're thinking "Wow yeah Id love to watch you. Not."
I don't know.I'm making myself puke. Nothing I write comes out the way I want it to.
Just. Uh. Bye.
Now think of Pam because I have ended this post on very un-Pam like terms.
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