Because Everyone Hates David Blane

TV Shows are Stupid

The other night I stayed up until 6 a.m. watching season 2 of The L Word. This is a highly watchable show, but not that great of a show. Kind of like Grey's Anatomy or E.R. or American Idol. The season finale was set at a woman's (probably womyn's) concert featuring Betty and Heart. One of the characters--named Jenny--was in the front row rocking out to Heart singing their classic womyn's anthem (sarcasm) "Crazy on You" and somewhere during the chorus and the second verse, Miss Jenny appears to experience a cathartic transcendent moment--either that or painful gas. Her face drains of all joy and she seems to really get what the Heart sisters are putting out in the universe when they sing those dramatic lines:
Crazy
Yeah, crazy on ya
Let me go crazy, crazy on you, oh
Crazy on ya
Crazy on you
Let me go crazy, crazy on you, yeah
and the next scene features Miss Jenny riding on a bus crying and holding a young girl that we recognize from earlier episodes as being the manifestation of her girlhood self. And finally we see Jenny cutting her legs to ribbons with a razor blade--cuz Heart will fuck you up.

Now, I love putting on my American flag bikini, drinking wine out of the box while rocking out to Heart full blast as much as the next girl, but never in all my years of rocking out to Heart in my American flag string bikini drunk off my ass from boxed wine did I ever:
a. become depressed/morose/thoughtful after listening to Heart
b. delude myself into thinking the lyrics were anything other than the drug induced ramblings of the trashier Heart sister on mushrooms
c. ever stop rocking out to the sweet, sweet tunes of Heart.

Heart 4-evah, baby!

Yet another Gary Coleman update: he is still a virgin despite being married for several months. In an interview (on the ever classy The Insider) he said he didn't want to rush things because when you rush, you make mistakes. Umm...you are already married so you won't make the mistake of choosing the "wrong" person. And there are only so many ways to do 'it', and your lady will probably let you know which orifice she prefers it in and you are going to be terrible for a little while any way, so you might as well just do it already. He is so fascinatingly weird.

Want to see something gross/weird?
http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/photo/2008-01/23/content_6415939.htm

In honor of valentine's day, here's the last thing that was said to me by a male: at least you're a warm douchebag.
Any wonder I am single?
In context, the comment wasn't bad, but it is so much more amusing out of context.

I knew Gary Coleman was married. I did not know it is his wife that is the ebayer. Bummer--glad I did not buy the duck rings. Although, there is something really special about buying something from the WIFE of a has-been. It's like double the washed up talent or something.
http://www.eonline.com/news/article/index.jsp?uuid=1685a18d-c039-482b-aaf5-b97a831257fc

If I had tons of money, I would go to the Bonnaroo festival this year.

I'm thinking of quitting group. I am still fat so I think group is not helping me with that major issue, and I am even more reclusive than when I began group, so no help there. And now I don't even want to date anyone whereas before group I was totally into the idea of dating people. I think it has assisted me in other ways, but mostly I want out. I am also easily influenced by people I like, and there is a group member that I like that wants out, so this idea of leaving seems even better. Kind of like when you feel like blowing off class or exercise and then someone in your class or your exercise partner mentions having the same feelings, and then you feel like it is the best idea in the world even though before you heard the other person's opinion you were just kind of thinking about it. It's like that. And I sort of feel like just calling and leaving a voicemail saying hey, I quit because it would be so deliciously irresponsible.

I watched a tiny bit of the Grammys tonight. Herbie Hancock played Rhapsody in Blue with another musician, and I started thinking about my former life. I used to teach a section on 20th century music and I had another section about Gershwin . And I wondered if any of my previous students would realize they knew this song. But then I decided only white people watch the Grammys. Then I decided that couldn't be accurate, but the chance of a former student watching would actually be small and the chance of that student actually watching that segment was even smaller. So then I just embraced the idea that the 7 years I spent teaching music was a big fat waste of time for all involved. Except I am sure that I had a positive influence on some kids--I tended to love the unlovable and some kids were able to be successful in my class in contrast to their regular classroom where they were failures. And I am positive that I scarred at least one kid for life--I have nothing in mind, but it's inevitable. If you teach, you scar.

Rejection Letter from Monday's Interview

Thank you very much for coming in to talk to me about my law clerk position. As usual, we had a lot more applicants than openings, and because of the particular need I have at this time, I decided to hire third year students or students with previous clerking experience. I enjoyed meeting you and wish you the greatest success in your career.


As most of you know, I am a 3L and I have previous experience.
I need to learn how to impress someone who is not a good interviewer. As I mentioned before, he asked the same question several times, and in the end, I just gave up answering it. I hope whoever he hired sucks. I truly do.

Had another interview today. I'm not as convinced I blew it, but I just assume I did not get it becuase they talked about how they only have one position...blah blah. I give up. From now on, I will be a complete asshole in interviews. Bet I get hired on the spot.



I foolishly bid on something without looking at the shipping charges on eBay. 30 dollars shipping for a DVD collection. I am the high bidder. I really hope someone else outbids me.

I cut 3 inches off of my hair and darkened it. I don't like it.

I hate job interviews

I just got back from an interview where the guy talked forever. I am pretty positive I did not get that job--he asked me if there was anything else I wanted to tell him that was not on my application, and I said no--kiss of death. But really, he had already asked me that question, and I had already answered it. He started to write something on my application near the very end and then stopped. Pretty sure it was a no.

No, his moniker is not Arnold.
He has some ducky shower curtain rings for sale. I think I will purchase them and keep the box they came in as a memento.

Sometimes I get a bit obssessive...

I know Gary Coleman's ebay moniker. For real.