I have an enormous pimple on my face.

I'm 28 and I still get zits.

I think it's worse when your skin is otherwise relatively clear and you've just got that one big honkin' zit right smack dab in the middle of your face. Though...it's really more like on the left, not so much the centre. But the point is, no amount of makeup is going to cover that thing 'cause it just comes off as this bump on your face that wasn't there the day before...or maybe it was but it's just bigger today and more noticeable.

And maybe the smart thing to do would be to leave it and let it go away on its own instead of maybe aggravating the situation further by adding makeup onto it, but at 28, you'd think your body would just cut you a break already and leave the zits behind.

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You know what I realized today?

I was going to complain about doctors and nurses wearing their scrubs out in public, but I realized I'd complained about that before. I wonder if I maybe complain too much. It's such a way of life with me now. And that's not good, right? I mean, those are just steps away from becoming an ornery, crochety old woman that kids run away from.

I don't know.

The last couple of days haven't been good ones. You just wake up and it's like you're moving around in a fog, you know? It's not so much that you're having a bad day...just a day that seems pointless.

When N called yesterday, I didn't even bother answering. I didn't care who it was on the other end. I just pretended I didn't hear the phone ringing because I just didn't feel like talking to anybody --- especially when, people always seem to think something's wrong just because you don't feel like talking to anybody or doing anything or seeing anyone.

Some days, you just want to be left alone, you know?

Maybe it's the depression kicking in again.

I think I need to go on vacation.

I have three younger sisters.

Technically, I should call them: Sister 1, Sister 2, and Sister 3. But I consider myself Sister 1, so that bumps all the numbers down.

A typical email exchange between Sister 2 and me.

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-----Original Message-----
From: Sister 2
Sent: February 26, 2007 11:16 AM
To: Me
Subject:

remember i told you about the psychic that predicted a lot of stuff that
came true? here is her website, and she was featured in a lot of other
news/entertainment sites as well. she had also predicted anna nicole
smith was going to die.

http://www.nikki-psychictothestars.com/predictions.html

she predicts a terrorist attack in toronto.

----- Original Message ----
From: Me
To: Sister 2
Sent: Monday, February 26, 2007 11:22:12 AM
Subject: RE:


OMG. She says there's going to be a cure for acne!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-----Original Message-----
From: Sister 2
Sent: February 26, 2007 11:25 AM
To: Me
Subject: Re:

i wonder how many of her predictions come true. i'm sure a lot of them
don't.. though i read in an interview she did and she said sometimes
what she predicts can span up to 2 years for it to happen.

toronto and new york are supposed to get a giant snowstorm.. all i could
think about is not having to come into work.

she predicts leonardo dicaprio is going to be kidnapped, HAHAHA..i
wonder if that will actually happen.

----- Original Message ----
From: Me
To: Sister 2
Sent: Monday, February 26, 2007 11:29:21 AM
Subject: RE:


I just hope the terrorist attacks don't happen in Toronto. That's all I
care about. Oh, and the cure for acne.

Sometimes, I want to go to a psychic just to find out what's going to
happen in my own life.

-----Original Message-----
From: Sister 2
Sent: February 26, 2007 11:45 AM
To: Me
Subject: Re:

then you'll regret it when they tell you you're going to die a slow
painful death (or whatever they said to cousin v).

she had predicted that anna nicole smith was going to die since 2003 and
it didn't happen till 2007. i just noticed that michael jackson has been
on her death list every year since 2003 as well. he's probably going to
die soon then.

and i also noticed she mentioned twice that there will be some sort of
explosion or something at the cn tower. so if we have a terrorist
attack, maybe it'll be at the cn tower.

-----Original Message-----
From: Me
Sent: February 26, 2007 11:49 AM
To: Sister 2
Subject: RE:

Oh great. That's just fabulous. I think I'm far enough from the CN
Tower...what do you want to bet it happens during the work week and
during the day? Fuck.

I always think about what happened the day of the blackout. I hope
nothing impacts the subway.

Jeez.

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You know what song I can't get out of my head?

Watched this last Friday.

I get embarrassed for Hugh Grant just watching it:

Finished watching the second season of "Extras" over the weekend.

I almost died laughing in the episode with Ian McKellan.

But you know who steals that show? Ashley Jensen. My sister was like, "Does she play a mentally ill person or something?" (Or as Kate Winslet said in her guest-starring stint, "Y'know what wins an Oscar? Playing a mental.")

I'm not too crazy about her as Christina on Ugly Betty, but she's adorable in "Extras."

I hope they do a third season.

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So, in a bid to lure viewers away from the Oscars last night, Global decides to show the new Heroes episode one day early...which I only found out about by accident as I was channel surfing.

Only missed about two minutes of it, but I was really annoyed.

Not going to spoil it for those of you in the U.S. who haven't seen it yet, but OMG, I was crying by the end of it.

But I'm kind of a sap that way.

Will probably post more about it tomorrow.

On a somewhat related note, did you know that the guy who plays radioactive man is the real-life husband of Claire's adoptive mother? It's kind of cool...but I find odd factoids like that to be kind of cool.

With Heroes already aired last night, I guess it's just Prison Break tonight. Y'know, T-Bag used to really creep me out, but he sort of redeemed himself a little when he decided to let that family go.

Y'know, he's such a good actor that I actually think he's creepy creeps in real life, too.

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Is it just me or does George Takei look like he's had plastic surgery?



He looks kind of scary.



But isn't Noah Gray-Cabey the cutest little thing ever?

I wish they'd show more of his power, 'cause if there's any power worth having, it'd be his.

Bumped into someone I hadn't seen in a really long time and for some reason, my mind went blank when he asked me what was new with me.

And the thing is...tons of things had happened, but you know, how, when you haven't seen someone in a long time and you're just not close to them, it just doesn't seem worth it to get into it all? On the one hand, you risk sounding like you've got no life, but on the other hand...what does it matter? This person doesn't really have any part in your life, so it shouldn't matter what he thinks about it.

It seems like today was the day for a lot of people from my past to resurface from the woodwork.

One of them was someone I would have never imagined I'd still be in touch with, but every now and again, I hear from him -- usually around the holidays. It's the online equivalent of getting the yearly Christmas card from someone who's not really a friend anymore, but you still stay in touch with just because they're on your list.

I kind of have no interest in meeting up with him for lunch...even though we'll be working really close to each other.

I don't know...I just sense that if we did meet up again, it'd be a little weird.

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How great was last Thursday's Grey's?

The thing that struck me the most was when Cristina called Meredith her "person".

My Best Friend is my "person".

When I was talking about this with some friends, I was a little surprised to discover I was "the person" for a lot of people.

It's kind of nice.

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PRESTON: "Meredith. This is about Meredith."
CRISTINA: "She doesn’t know yet."
PRESTON: "Meredith?"
CRISTINA: "She’s my person."
PRESTON: "Right. And if Meredith doesn’t approve, then what?"
CRISTINA: "This... this is not about getting her approval, it's about…"
PRESTON: "What?"
CRISTINA: "Telling her makes it, makes it…. If I murdered someone she’s the person I’d call to help me drag the corpse across the living room floor."
PRESTON: "Okay, now you’re likening someone here to a corpse. I’m done."
CRISTINA: "She’s my person."

Dreamt about T last night --- which bothers me because I hadn't thought about him in a really long time.

You know when you start feeling like you're in a good place and that you've actually started to move on, but then you find yourself thinking about someone you just wish you could erase from your memory...sort of like what Jim Carrey tried to do in Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind.



Sometimes, I think that if I could completely erase T from my mind, I would. But that was before --- before, when I used to wish he'd get an STD or that his career would fall apart or that he'd just do me a favour and fucking leave Toronto, you know?

It's weird how bitterness can just turn you into this horrible kind of person, you know? You get so stuck in feeling bad.

I once read, "Resentment is like taking poison and waiting for the other person to die."

No shit.

That's exactly how I was living.

But now? Yeah, the dream kind of shook me up, but I can see now that maybe I should be glad that things turned out the way that they did. Who'd want to be with a horrible person who didn't recognize your worth, anyway? If you were still with that person, you'd never be open and available to meet the person you're supposed to be with.

That sort of thing.

If I had to see him now, I don't think I'd even have the energy to say anything to him. I'd rather we just both pretended the other didn't exist anymore.

Sometimes, pretending just makes it easier.

Read my Chinese horoscope for this year and decided I don't really care for part of what it says.

The thing about horoscopes and superstitions is that...I want to dismiss it completely. I like to think that we determine our own fate. We have to take responsibility for what happens and we need to realize that, when bad things happen, it's not the end of the world. Maybe there's something to be learned from that experience, you know?

The other day, someone said that maybe there's an aspect of our lives that's predestined, but I thought that didn't make sense. Either it's all predestined or it's not. If everything's written out somewhere, then what's the point of making choices? Isn't it through choice that we're tested...to see what kind of people we are?

It's our actions and our words --- things that we choose --- that make us who we are.

So, shouldn't we be held accountable to that?

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He probably doesn't have much of a chance of winning the Oscar for best actor this year, but Ryan Gosling was pretty good in Half Nelson.



I found it a little bit slow moving at times, but I think Gosling's one of those guys who can really act...like Edward Norton.

So, you know how, on Wordpress, they'll tell you the referring URL?

Well, someone on Facebook --- someone I didn't know, I might add --- bounced onto my page, which made me go, "?"

First vain, presumptuous thought was, "Is someone actually passing off my blog entries as their own?" I mean...how lame is that? And how infuriating!

Okay, let's not jump to conclusions. (Which I used to do fairly often...flying leaps, actually.)

My sister has been trying to get me onto Facebook the way she wanted me to set up an account on Friendster. There must have been something cool about logging on and seeing you have, like, 1097 friends. And if I'm completely honest, the main reason I don't like joining these things is because I know I could probably count my paltry number of friends on only two hands. But then again, I don't call just anybody a friend. I'm a snob that way.

I was telling a friend about this whole Facebook thing and the key thing that she latched onto was, "You have a blog?"

I've had this conversation twice in the last couple of weeks. "Yes. And no, I'm not going to tell you where it is."

I think I used to be incredibly stupid and write crap about my friends...I might still do that, except I can't remember now and I'm too lazy to scroll back and do a purge...which is something I quite enjoy doing when I have nothing else to do. I like getting rid of stuff and going back to basics and starting from square one as I start the accumulation of junk again.

But anyways, I really should stop thinking about this.

It's weird. I mean, if I write down a paranoid kind of message like, "Why are you reading my blog????" then I stop being "Anonymous Writer" and I become, "Crazy girl on Facebook."

Now that I've joined...I kinda don't like it.

The Internet has only a few purposes for me: blogging, downloading music, TV shows, and movies, and reading the news.

C'est tout.

So, there's supposed to be a snowstorm.

But, you know, we're still expected to go to work. Or rather, my mother thinks I should still be able to make it into work because when I told her, "I don't want to go to work tomorrow just because", she looked at me with absolute, sheer disgust.

I'm not making this up.

That woman's look of disgust would shame anybody...except for me, 'cause, you know, I've grown immune to it after being here on this planet for 28 years.

Sometimes, I shake my head and wonder if it's really possible that I am the fruit of that woman's loins.

Get this: she thinks the new Millionaire Life lotto is "too much money" --- if you win, you get $1 million for 25 years.

"Too much money." Pfft.

Nut bar.

My sister and I were talking about what we'd do if we won the money. And who doesn't love talking about that?

I said I'd continue to work --- purely for the social interaction, of course. I'd also donate all of my earnings to charity. Oh, and buy lunch every day. And plus, I'd need at least eight weeks of vacation and I wouldn't work on Mondays or Fridays or on especially cold days in the winter or really hot days in the summer.

When I was telling a co-worker about this, she told me that, sometimes, I seriously sound crazy.

A part of me is glad there's going to be a really bad snowstorm coming just in time for Valentine's Day.

I swear, when I heard about the impending storm, I actually tapped my fingers together like Mr. Burns and whispered, "Excellent!"

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Do you want to know why I love watching "The Office"?

Because I actually relate to Ryan, the former temp.

The looks on his face...or rather, the lack of emotion...the sheer weariness?

That's me.

Thought this clip was hilarious:



And finally...here are my thoughts on Valentine's Day.

So, you know how Oprah did a segment on The Secret last Thursday?

Okay, maybe you didn't know that. Maybe you don't watch Oprah. I mean, I don't even watch Oprah all that often. I'm just getting off at work when it comes on and religiously programming it just seems kind of...well, lame.

The thing is, this whole business about positive thinking...well, when you have a negative thought creep in (i.e. this morning when you're still groggy with sleep and it's another Monday morning and all you can think is, "Is this my life?") it's easy to see how that snowballs.

The woman who sits next to me is extremely negative.

It's kind of annoying.

I hate it when someone's such a Debbie Downer.

Why can't people just suck it up, you know? Just get on with your life, instead of whining ad nauseum about it all the time. I mean, you're just asking to be punched in the face at that point.

I also find it annoying when people refuse to try things, but feel like it's perfectly okay to bitch and moan about it. Like, how do you know something sucks until you've at least tried it out first, you know?

God.

People are so fucking stupid sometimes.

Like this one person who's in my course and who was in my group. She fucking quits the program and doesn't bother telling anyone about it!

Hello! It's common courtesy to tell your group members and give them a head's up at the very least. Like, what the hell? Were you raised by a pack of animals in the wild or something?

I hate group work.

And well, there I got again with the bitching and moaning.

I swear to God I'm not this tedious in real life.

Wrapped up watching Project Catwalk today.

You know what? Despite the fact that I think Tim Gunn is a huge component of what makes Project Runway so fun and great to watch, I actually really like Ben De Lisi as mentor for Project Catwalk.



He just brings a very different vibe and at the same time, I think he does what Tim does in a similarly constructive manner.

I mean, the guy obviously knows what he's talking about because he's been designing killer dressers for over 20 years and for celebrities like Rachel Wiesz and Kate Winslet (love them both!).

He did that gorgeous red gown that Kate Winslet wore to the Oscars in 2002.



But here's something interesting that I dug up on the web about Tim Gunn: it's an interview he did with Out.com, where he talks a bit about why he's single.

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Now the big question: Are you single?
I’m very single.

How can you be single?
This is going to sound ridiculous to you. I’m so resigned to it. I went to a psychic about 25-26 years ago. Ostensibly the real thing; she was a consultant to the NASA space flights, and she was a consultant to the FBI. And it was a horrible session. She punched holes in every myth I’d created about myself. I’d spent a lot of my life blaming things on prior lives. And she said to me, “I don’t believe in talking to people about prior lives.” I thought, That’s disappointing, it’s one of the reasons I wanted to see you. Then she said, “In your case, I have to make an exception. I have never met a new soul. Until now.” I say that because it helped explain a lot. I have never, ever been more hurt than from a relationship that goes back to Washington, D.C.—before New York. I’m welling up thinking about how horrible it all was. After many years, it was the advent of AIDS and knowing that this guy who I loved more than myself had been sleeping around… it was awful. More awful was his out and out rejection of me, saying, “I don’t have the patience for you. I’m tired of you. Get lost.” And I haven’t been in a relationship since. And I’ve run from a couple of opportunities. I keep revisiting this “new soul” thing and I think, It’s not gonna happen in this lifetime. It’s not meant to be.

Well, if that’s how you feel, then I say… you’re crazy! I could think of 20 great guys for you off the top of my head who’d want to be your life partner!
That’s nice to hear. I have very good friends, and I think that’s the way it’s probably going to stay. God knows I live in a gay Mecca. I live in the West Village and work in the middle of the fashion industry. It’s hard to find a heterosexual male within half a mile.

Do gay men approach you?
I was at the Human Rights Campaign dinner recently. I was at the Bravo table and I thought, I don’t think I have ever been in a room with so many extraordinary-looking gay men. And people came up to me. People are really nice. With the exception of one person who punched me when I was at the end of last season. You know what’s weird? No one ever asks, “Are you that guy from that show?” They just come right up to me and start talking. It’s weird to me.

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I find the man intensely interesting...I mean, he just doesn't give a bad interview. He's open, he's honest, and he's compelling.

I wish more people would be like that.

You know what irritates me?

Okay, granted, a lot of things irritate me.

Maybe it's more accurate to say that this particular thing irritates me the most when it comes to this particular person.

It's the whining.

When you reach a certain age, you shouldn't be allowed to whine like a little child anymore, because I feel like this should give me free license to slap you across the face like a little child. (Yeah. I'm going to be one of those parents.)

But seeing as we're co-workers, that's probably not kosher.

I mean, I just feel like, the closer you creep towards being middle-aged, you should just know better. Especially if you have a child.

Nut cases like "The Astro Nut" (read the paper if you don't know what I'm talking about...and if you don't read the paper, then you should start...'cause otherwise, you come off looking stupid) disgust me, but what equally disgusts me are the really rigid types who play the martyr and act all wounded, like the universe is conspiring against them.

Granted, we all feel that way from time to time, but to continually act the victim is also really tiring.

And another thing! I hate it when people aren't willing to try new things. They're just so afraid of venturing out and doing new things.

It disgusts me.

But I don't get why it bugs me.

I mean, if they die and realize at the end of their life that they've led boring lives where nothing was ventured and nothing was gained, then...well, how is this my problem?

Why do I even care?

Better them and not me.

Just look out for numero uno and forget the rest.

I was watching this episode of "The Office" the other day and when Steve Carrell did that scene where he was hiding from Andy and then you cut to him talking about it, I had a moment of, "This reminds me of someone I know."

*

"Love that Andy right? Solid fellow. Seems smart enough, likes me a lot. A lot, too much, like a crazy person, a little. Not super crazy, just...there's something about him that creeps me out, I can't really explain it. He's always up in my bidness, which is Ebonics for "being in my face and annoying the bejesus out of me". I don't understand how someone can have so little self-awareness." - Michael, "The Office"

*

This reminds me of TWO people, actually.

Well, two people from "real life". It also reminds me of the guy from Singapore who used to read my blog.

Yeah. If you're still reading this blog, I'm talking about you.

The thing is, I really doubt that people with little self-awareness would realize they're like that. I had actually intended to email a copy of this quote to those two people, but then I thought, "Why bother? They wouldn't even get the fact that I'm making a parallel between them and Andy."

Yeah. I tend to go for the subtle route...and sometimes, the subtle route just gets you freaking nowhere.

I've been "watching" Project Catwalk.

I write "watching" because there are moments, I'm really just listening to it on You Tube in the background while working on other things.

With no Project Runway on the air for the next couple of months, this is the closest I can get to a fix.

I was watching the fifth episode of Project Catwalk today --- the one where the designers had to make a wedding dress for their models. And when the designers were called out onto the runway to discuss their dresses, there was this moment where Matthew, the youngest designer, burst into tears when judge Julien McDonald, took him to task for not having enough confidence.

I almost burst into tears, too. (And I don't even have PMS as an excuse!)

I just felt so bad for the guy because he'd tried too hard to follow through on what his model wanted and when the fabric turned out be ill-suited for the dress, it just turned into a disaster. When he talks about how he couldn't even bring himself to look at the dress as his model walked down the runway, I just felt this huge wave of sympathy for him.

Season Two of Project Catwalk will feature Kelly Osbourne as host, replacing Elizabeth Hurley...whom I actually quite liked as host. (Despite the fact that there were complaints that she was too "wooden". I don't know about that..I really liked her parting line, "Fashion has no mercy." It was kind of cool. And she delivered it with a certain panache.)

I wonder how Kelly will do? I just feel like...I don't know...like she's not quite old enough to step into the role of host and I don't really see why she should be host, either. She's not a major player in the fashion industry and wasn't even a model. I wouldn't even pick her for the top 100 fashion icons of all time, you know?

Plus...she seems like she could be quite rude sometimes.

I don't know...when it finally comes out on the Life Network in Canada, we'll see. Who knows? Maybe we'll be pleasantly surprised.

Anyway...it turns out that Project Runway might be coming to Canada after all, which is incredibly exciting. I mean, I think the show's premise just works anywhere and you don't even necessarily need Heidi Klum or Michael Kors or Nina Garcia. (A show without Tim Gunn, however, is debateable.) But you know what I mean, right? It's really the tasks that make the show so interesting.

I don't know what it is about watching Project Runway/Project Catwalk...it just makes me want to make my own clothes, too.

The things people type in search engines and then wind up finding their way to one of my blogs always amuses me.

That's why, in my other journal, I've started actually writing posts with titles based on those searches.

I was reading out some snippets to my sister this afternoon. Just little things like, "How To Break Up With Someone You're Dating" or "How To Ask Someone Out Via Email."

*sigh*

We are turning out to be a group of socially retarded people, are we not?

So, uh, anyway...onto another subject altogether...a friend of mine is interested in speed dating. (And when I say a friend of mine, I don't actually mean me.) This friend claims that the reason she thinks "we" should do this is because I will have a rough time of it on V-Day because of last year's debacle with Ass Face. (And even this is really mean, I still hope he gets an STD and dies...not that I'm bitter or anything.)

As I was explaining to my mother, the reason I was really pissed off about this is because I don't like people using me as an excuse to do things that they want to do. When I told her that it sounded like she was the one who really wanted to do this, you should have heard how shrill and hystercial her voice got as she insisted, no no, she didn't.

I think the lady doth protest too much.

And maybe this is me being a pain in the ass, but I just want her to admit the truth: that she wants to meet someone.

Ain't no shame in that.

It's hard being alone.

Not all of us can do the indpendent, alone thing...I mean, some of us are forced to 'cause we're so totally repugnant to the rest of mankind, but it's my belief that, if you really wanted to be with someone, you'd probably be able to find that someone. (Whether you settle for someone or genuinely find love is another story altogether.)

Just think about all the horrible people out there who've managed to hook up with someone!

Let that be a lesson to all that there is always hope --- no matter how ugly, no matter how mean, no matter how morally repugnant you are, there is someone out there for you.

I love Josh Rouse --- I've had his "It Looks Like Love" playing on repeat for most of the morning as I lay on the couch in my polka dot PJs, staring at the ceiling, kind of trying to digest what it is, exactly, that I'm feeling --- 'cause, you know, I tend to be a little self-absorbed that way.

But I'm not going to write about that last part. Sometimes, it just gets really boring to write about it, you know? 'Cause, really, there's nothing to write about. You're just lying on the couch, you've pressed pause, there's other stuff you could be doing, but you're just lying there, still exhausted from hanging out with your friends Friday night/early Saturday morning. And as fun and great as that was...John Mayer's "Something's Missing" is playing in the back of your head. (Kinda making you want to just rip that internal CD player right out of its socket.)

Maybe that's why I'm listening to Josh Rouse, instead...to sort of get something else stuck in my head.

Josh Rouse is cute...sort of. Well, I think he's cute.

Josh Rouse opened for eight shows on John Mayer's winter tour last year, but I've been obsessed with Rouse's Winter In The Hamptons long before Mayer made mention of Rouse in his blog.



And again, even though it's none of my business, I can't help but feel this sense of disappointment over the fact that John Mayer is dating Jessica Simpson.

Despite the fact that I'm a year younger than Mayer, the disappointment I feel is almost the kind a mother would feel if her son brought home an illiterate, bleached blonde hooker who's obviously dumber than a bag of rocks...you know, even if she had a heart of gold beating under her gigantic big boobs, I'd still be lying awake at night, staring at the ceiling and thinking to God, "Good Lord, why do you spite me so??"

Borrowing a page from my aunt's melodramatic ways, I might even piteously clutch at my shirt as I demanded of my son, "Are you trying to kill me?"

As far as female celebrities go, you've got the respectable ones where you just know at one glance that they're smart, driven, and strong.

Example? Reese Witherspoon.

Anyways, I digress.

Now, for something totally off-topic, there's nothing to watch tonight. Well, except for the Super Bowl and I've never been a fan of sports of any kind. Unless you count competitive ballroom dancing...which I'm sure nobody does. (I know. You're thinking, "Seriously? Ballroom dancing?" and here's a secret: I don't even watch that all too often. I count "So You Think You Can Dance?" as sport...which I also fully realize nobody does. Welcome to my Bizzaro World...but then again, I think "normal" is so overrated.)

On the topic of "normal", I remember reading something about how "funny girls" aren't as attractive to men as "normal" girls...ie boring girls.

You know, it's like the reason why Robert Redford chose that boring sweet girl in "The Way We Were" instead of Barbra Streisand's "Katie".

(Speaking of Barbra Streisand and Robert Redford, I read in that bio that Redford called her "Blah Blah" behind her back. I think that's kind of mean, even though Streisand came across as a difficult, mean person...so why the hell do I feel any sense of sympathy for her? She was mean, too. Okay, scratch that. Calling her "Blah Blah" isn't mean. Just not classy. I kinda expected more from Redford.)

You know, I should really stop thinking about why certain people end up with certain other people.

That kind of thinking will only drive you nuts.

As Brian said in My So-Called Life:
"What difference does it make? So, they happen to be, like, together. So what? So what? I mena, if you, like, analyze why certain people end up with certain other people, it'll make you want to kill yourself."

So, memo to self: stop caring about that sort of thing...with regards to real life and the lives of the stars.

I mean, life's not perfect.

We all make mistakes...and shouldn't it comfort us to know that we're not the only ones who kinda press pause and realize from time to time that "I've made a huge mistake"?

I love Arrested Development.

It kinda got old after awhile when Gob kept saying, "I've made a huge mistake" after almost everything that he did, but I find myself doing it from time to time, too.

You give someone your number and as soon as they walk away, it's like, "I've made a huge mistake."

You realize after a few dates that you don't really like someone but now you're in a relationship with them and again, it's like, "I've made a huge mistake."

You invite someone out with your friends and you realize they're a complete dud who doesn't do well in group settings and it's like, "I've made a huge mistake."

Life --- it's nothing but one huge mistake after another.

LOL.

I'm joking.

Kelly: You've got to tell them.
Harry: I can't! They're judgmental scum!
Kelly: But they're your best friends.
Harry: That's how I know!
- "In Case of Emergency"

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I bet nobody's watching this show.

That bit was really funny.

It kind of made me think about some of my own friends...you take the good with the bad, right? You can see they're judgmental scum, but you love them anyway.

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Isn't anybody else tired of American Idol yet?

I got bored with it after the second season when Reuben won...and speaking of which, whatever happened to him? The only American Idol we ever hear about up here in Canada is Kelly Clarkson...and say what you will about the American Idol franchise, but Kelly Clarkson can sing.

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Um. Is anybody else kinda disturbed by this?

Okay, not so much disturbed, but, when my sister was like, "Whoa. Did you check out that picture of the Harry Potter kid?", we were both staring with wide eyes.

Not really a kid anymore, is he?

I'm not quite old enough to be his mother, but a part of me feels wrong for doing a double take and going, "Wow."