I think I hate my blog.
Look at that statement--I even hate how indifferent I am towards it!
So, first off, I don't think I ever have anything important or relevant or even worth writing to say. Ever. I don't think anyone reads this, but I am fine with that. At the same time, I can't let it be an open forum without editing and a bit of self-censorship because there is a chance that anyone in the internet public can come across it as well.
Also, I don't like the format. But I haven't found one that I like better. Seriously, though the whole thing justified to the left really bothers me. I hate to say it, but it really is also a little too pink.
In other news, I got to attend the NYC L Word Premiere party sponsored by the Human Rights Campaign last weekend. It was soooooo exciting. Jennifer Beals, Illene Chakin, and Marlee Matlin were all there. Apparently, the internet tells Pickle there were other people there, but I did not see them and those three were the most important, anyway. Marlee's interpreter did some of her talking, Illene spoke about how great HRC was, etc. But mostly I just stared at Jennifer Beals. She looked like a doll. A shiny, perfect, Hollywood creature that I have never before seen so up close. I was quite close to the stage and in my shortness I could see between
and below all the arms taking pictures! She is so beautiful. So. beautiful. It was also fun to be at an event with an almost entirely lesbian contingency. Oh, how it was just like Smith! Pickle was still away on her business trip, so I brought a friend. BUT it would have been a lot cooler if I could have been showing all those ugly lezzies how hot my girlfriend is and I could have been making out with her in the middle of the dance floor like it is my god given purpose and RIGHT, dammit...the attitude taken by the other, ahem...patrons at the event. You can read about some other person's experience at the party here.
I think I should just make a quick note that I am currently reading a pretty good book. I have left the chick-lit genre and am reading Elizabeth's Gilbert's memoir Eat, Pray, Love. I really like memoirs. And even memoirs that aren't really memoirs. I don't care what you call them. They are entertaining stories
about people, writers, authors. This book chronicles Gilbert's travels to "find herself, etc." through Italy, India, and Indonesia. My problem is that after the first third of the book, Italy, I don't want to read anymore. She jumps to religion, or faith, and I was still getting caught up in the excess and loveliness that Italy had to offer in its food, culture, and language. The character decides to learn Italian before going on this trip since she just always wanted to. And so, when she writes about the language's beauty, I am convinced I need to go back to studying Italian. (I only did it for 1 year, but excelled because of my 5 years of Spanish.) But, yes, I am trudging along.
I have been trying to get a new coat. I convinced my mother to help pay for it and when I stood in Macy's today in Herald Square (which I NEVER EVER go in), on my cell phone with her, I was so overwhelmed with choices about the perfect coat, I ended up simply buying a replacement of the coat I have now that isn't quite right. This coat is a better version of my old one, which was falling apart, but it is still not the perfect coat. I think that maybe by the time I am 30, or even 40, I will have the perfect coat for every occasion in NY. Until then, I will just have to settle with average coats, and a pretty nice everyday coat.
Look at that statement--I even hate how indifferent I am towards it!
So, first off, I don't think I ever have anything important or relevant or even worth writing to say. Ever. I don't think anyone reads this, but I am fine with that. At the same time, I can't let it be an open forum without editing and a bit of self-censorship because there is a chance that anyone in the internet public can come across it as well.
Also, I don't like the format. But I haven't found one that I like better. Seriously, though the whole thing justified to the left really bothers me. I hate to say it, but it really is also a little too pink.
In other news, I got to attend the NYC L Word Premiere party sponsored by the Human Rights Campaign last weekend. It was soooooo exciting. Jennifer Beals, Illene Chakin, and Marlee Matlin were all there. Apparently, the internet tells Pickle there were other people there, but I did not see them and those three were the most important, anyway. Marlee's interpreter did some of her talking, Illene spoke about how great HRC was, etc. But mostly I just stared at Jennifer Beals. She looked like a doll. A shiny, perfect, Hollywood creature that I have never before seen so up close. I was quite close to the stage and in my shortness I could see between
and below all the arms taking pictures! She is so beautiful. So. beautiful. It was also fun to be at an event with an almost entirely lesbian contingency. Oh, how it was just like Smith! Pickle was still away on her business trip, so I brought a friend. BUT it would have been a lot cooler if I could have been showing all those ugly lezzies how hot my girlfriend is and I could have been making out with her in the middle of the dance floor like it is my god given purpose and RIGHT, dammit...the attitude taken by the other, ahem...patrons at the event. You can read about some other person's experience at the party here.I think I should just make a quick note that I am currently reading a pretty good book. I have left the chick-lit genre and am reading Elizabeth's Gilbert's memoir Eat, Pray, Love. I really like memoirs. And even memoirs that aren't really memoirs. I don't care what you call them. They are entertaining stories
about people, writers, authors. This book chronicles Gilbert's travels to "find herself, etc." through Italy, India, and Indonesia. My problem is that after the first third of the book, Italy, I don't want to read anymore. She jumps to religion, or faith, and I was still getting caught up in the excess and loveliness that Italy had to offer in its food, culture, and language. The character decides to learn Italian before going on this trip since she just always wanted to. And so, when she writes about the language's beauty, I am convinced I need to go back to studying Italian. (I only did it for 1 year, but excelled because of my 5 years of Spanish.) But, yes, I am trudging along.I have been trying to get a new coat. I convinced my mother to help pay for it and when I stood in Macy's today in Herald Square (which I NEVER EVER go in), on my cell phone with her, I was so overwhelmed with choices about the perfect coat, I ended up simply buying a replacement of the coat I have now that isn't quite right. This coat is a better version of my old one, which was falling apart, but it is still not the perfect coat. I think that maybe by the time I am 30, or even 40, I will have the perfect coat for every occasion in NY. Until then, I will just have to settle with average coats, and a pretty nice everyday coat.
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