Waiting for My Real Life to Begin

The life and times of a girl named Swishy.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

I can see clearly now ...

So I was at the eye doctor for, like, two hours yesterday.

Bad news: I have a retinal tear in my right eye. It pisses me off, because he showed me my test results from two years ago and they're PERFECT and then he showed me last year and this year, and you can see this huge difference. I want perfect! Basically, it affects my peripheral vision. It freaks me out a little because HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WATCH TV IF I GO BLIND?!? (I'm not really going to go blind, at least I hope not, anyway, but I do have to go back in three months to see if there's any change. Boo.)

By the way, the test to determine such things is the worst thing ever. You have to look into this machine filled with bright light and stare at this tiny black square in the middle. Every time you see clear, squiggly lines somewhere in the machine, you have to click a button. And you're supposed to try not to blink. And it goes on FOREVER! All I kept thinking was, "How come they never try THIS on 24?" Forget ripping off people's fingernails; give someone 20 minutes of that and I guarantee they'll spill all of their secrets and their next-door neighbor's to boot. I was seeing, like, quadruple by the time I was done.

Good news: This is the real point of my post. I GOT NEW GLASSES! This is huge because I HATE glasses. The very first thing I do in the morning is put in my contacts and the last thing I do at night is take them out. I only wear glasses to read or watch TV in bed. (It's so funny when I think about it, because ironically enough I was SCARED TO DEATH when I first got contacts--I was maybe 11 or 12, and I wanted them sooo bad, but then I realized I didn't really know what I looked like without glasses and I was afraid I would look bad and I wouldn't want them anymore and my parents would get mad at me.)

But anyway. I hadn't gotten new glasses in TEN YEARS. My glasses are such crap--they're all scratched, and I fall asleep on them all the time so they're totally crooked. So I decided it was time for a new pair. Here's the scary part: I let the girls at the doctor's office pick them out for me! I figured since I've hated every pair I've ever gotten, and they look at glasses every day, they would know better than I would. So the one girl brought me maybe 20 pairs and we narrowed it down to four, and then I tried on the four for her and two other girls. They independently picked the same pair as their favorite. And the one that was my favorite was everyone's LEAST favorite. (Ha! There you go.)

So I got new glasses. They are SO DIFFERENT from any pair I've ever had. They're forest green. (I KNOW! FOREST GREEN! But I have green eyes, so ... I guess it works.) I tried to find a similar-looking pair online, but I couldn't find one, so you'll have to wait until they come in to see what they look like. Is the suspense not killing you?!? It's killing me.

Monday, January 29, 2007

Good morning

It's 4 a.m. and I haven't gone to sleep yet. Why? Because I'm CRAZY.

This is my night: I got home at 10:30 and watched the last half hour of Grey's Anatomy on Lifetime. It was one of my favorite episodes, which is so fun even though I already have them all on DVD, so I was happy about that. I was getting tired, so I thought, OK, let me go take a bubble bath and read a little, and I'll (gasp) go to sleep a little early.

I took a bath, all right. And then I got out, put on my bathrobe, flopped on the bed and read a book. An entire book. An entire 358-page book. And then I got dressed, went into the living room, and put on the tape of the SAG Awards, thinking I'd just fall asleep in front of them. Ohhhhh, no. I watched the TV Guide red carpet, and then the E! red carpet, and then the awards themselves.

And now it's 4 a.m. and I am SO UP. I feel like I should go reorganize the closet or go through my cupboards or something. I mean, I swear. This is ridiculous.

(Best part of the SAG Awards: Chandra Wilson winning and then saying something about "those 10 people over there ... and the one in rehab." HA. Mariska Hargitay looked gorgeous. Vanessa Williams was most improved from the Golden Globes. I thought Jennifer Hudson's boobs were going to heave out of her dress when she gave her acceptance speech. I think that's all.)

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Today ...

* I managed to get ready for work--showered, blow-dried, made up--in 30 minutes flat. I'm not saying the results were anything spectacular, but a half hour! For someone with moderately long hair! WHO EVEN SHAVED HER LEGS AND SORTA MADE HER BED!

* I lost my debit card, which sucked ... but then I found it! Crisis averted!

* My friend made me laugh so hard I spit all over the place. Not, like, a little spray. A full stream of spit. I think of all the people who don't have someone to make them laugh so hard they actually spit, and it's the saddest thing ever. I'm very lucky.

* I ordered a kid-sized Oreo sundae for my Grey's Anatomy treat and the kid at the ice cream place gave it to me for FREE!

* Grey's Anatomy was good! I still want more Derek-Meredith, but it was good. It managed to surprise me not once (totally thought the Amish girls were lesbians at first), but twice! (I knew about George and Callie already, but Burke and Cristina? Seriously?!?) I've never been super on board with George and Callie, but I really, really liked the part where George ... oh, who am I kidding, I'm watching it again right now, I'll just tell you EXACTLY what he said. This is what he said to her:

"Every time I look at you, I feel better. It shocks me, and it knocks my wind out, but it's true. I don't have to have sex with you, I'd be happy just to look at you from across the room. And even that, anything, any piece of you--I mean, hopefully all of you, that'd be the best thing" (and then he gets all flustered and pauses) "... because I love you."

Cute, right? I totally, totally, TOTALLY got it, so I liked that part. And, actually, Cristina rocked that last scene, too. And, OK, so did Derek and Meredith at the end. And the Amish girls, before that. There were a lot of good parts. So it was a good Grey's day.

* And would you believe that I was able to type all of George's little quote as it played on TV without messing up or having to rewind ONCE? I mean, if you could have seen me in typing class in 10th grade ... definite evidence that I have progressed as a human being. If only in the tiniest of ways.

* An hour from now, I'll be soaking in a nice, hot bubble bath, with a vanilla candle next to me and some kind of book or trashy magazine in my hands.

Not bad, huh?

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Sweet dreams

I had a dream last night that I was in 24. I was hanging out at home, and all of a sudden Jack Bauer appeared and was like, "Get out of the house now!" So I did, because, duh, everyone knows you don't question Jack Bauer. It was like the nuke hitting Valencia: I had to grab everything I could and throw it in the car and haul ass out of town. I took some photo albums and (of course!) my laptop, and then I stood in my closet and thought, "OK, I need to pick out my absolute favorite clothes to take, because everything else I'll have to leave forever, and I definitely do not want to leave my favorite shirts forever," and Jack was like, "NOW!" so I just grabbed everything off the hangers, dumped them in a suitcase and ran. I got in the car and started driving, and then all of a sudden I was in Thailand (yes, Thailand. Why? I don't know) on a raft with the other refugees, my stuff piled behind me, floating down a river.

My sister, on the other hand, emailed me this morning to tell me she had a dream that I was pregnant. My parents, she reported, were less than thrilled.

And then the other day, my one of my best friends from college emailed me this:

"Do you ever have dreams that you are going to the bathroom in a public place, but there are no doors on the stalls and everyone can come in and see you going? I have had those more than once, including one last night. It is totally disturbing, and most of the time in my dreams I am constipated, so I am sitting there and trying to push out 'something,' but in the meantime totally self-conscious because people can see me. I don't get it. I so want to go to a dream whisperer. Needless to say, I woke up and had to go to the bathroom."

Dream whisperer ... hee hee. I can honestly say I've never had a dream about pooping. Which means I'll probably have one tonight. I'll keep you posted.

(P.S. In the interest of fair disclosure, no, that is not the first Jack Bauer dream I've ever had. In the last one, I was helping him save the world. My friend was with us, and he forgot to lock the back entrance at this auditorium place and the terrorists got in and Jack was SO PISSED! He still saved us, though. I also had a dream once that Brad and Angelina asked me to co-parent with them. And, of course, you know about the McDreamy one. I don't think we need a "dream whisperer" to help us come to any earthshattering insights about MY psyche. Ha.)

Monday, January 22, 2007

I'm a loser, baaaaaby

I'm so boring. For real. The good news is, at least I'm catching up on sleep and errands and becoming a functional human being again. The flip side is that I'm as boring as a two-hour line at the bank.

Here's what I've got:

* Do you see this? Do you SEE it? It's a salad. It's a salad I actually ordered and then ate (well, once I took off the cheese and pulled out all the lettuce that looked like grass). This marked the first time in my entire life that I ordered and ate a salad, and it only took my lovely BFF three years to talk me into it. It was a highly momentous occasion. Perhaps I'll even do it again sometime.



* Songs I'm loving right now: The Way I Am by Ingrid Michaelson, Samson by Regina Spektor and The Adventure by Angels and Airwaves. The first one was on Grey's Anatomy last week. I know, what a shock--Swishy likes a song that was on Grey's Anatomy.

* Speaking of, Grey's made me cry last week. And not because another week went by without a decent storyline for Derek and Meredith (although that was true).

* My hair got damaged from the power outage. Don't ask me how, but it did. All I know is that before the power outage, it was all healthy and normal, and now I have about 100 split ends. The strands of my hair: the silent victims in all of this.

* I am totally addicted to McDonald's french fries. It needs to stop, especially since my week-long, outage-induced hiatus from my New Year's resolutions is now over. But oh, I love them.

* You guys all rock. I hope you're having a great day.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Back from the edge

Ladies and gentlemen, we have power. Halle-FREAKING-lujah! Thank you all for your nice thoughts. It was seriously one of the suckiest things ever. I feel like it will take years to undo the psychological damage, but at least I have a warm place to start the process. Yay!

All right, so the Golden Globes. It seems a little anticlimactic to post about them NOW, but I'll give you the quick bullet points:

* OK, you're going to have to take my word for this, but I SWEAR it's true. Jessica Biel came out to present, and I turned to my friend and said, "Oh, my gosh, Justin Timberlake is TOTALLY eyescrewing her right now." It was almost embarrassing. And then what do I read today? That Cameron Diaz flipped out when she saw Justin hitting on Jessica at an afterparty. I was like, I KNEW IT! It was so freaking obvious.

* Reese Witherspoon looked AWESOME! She was my favorite. Good for her. Cameron was my worst dressed. Awful makeup, awful dress, and I think I like her better blonde.

* I thought Jennifer Hudson's speech was very nice, but it wouldn't have killed her to thank American Idol. It's not like we all forgot she was on the show.

* I liked seeing what Sacha Baron Cohen is like in real life. I find him absolutely fascinating ... such a contradiction.

* Brad and Angelina are pretty. They were analyzing her to death on that CNN showbiz show afterward. She WAS withdrawn, but I really do think she was trying to just let Brad have the spotlight. Plus, he seems to be much more comfortable at those things than she does anyway.

* Totally sick of Helen Mirren.

* Jack Nicholson CRACKS me UP. He's always right up front, holding court, looking like he's having the time of his life. I was laughing so hard, because he kept grabbing random people and pulling them over to sit next to him at his table. First Reese Witherspoon, then P. Diddy ... so funny.

* My winner wish list: Leo DiCaprio (for The Departed; I didn't see Blood Diamond), either McDreamy or Jack Bauer, Ellen Pompeo, Steve Carell (although kinda fun to see Alec Baldwin win) and The Office (ditto on Ugly Betty). Happiest to see: Grey's Anatomy win. Shocked to see: Babel win. What I can't wait to see on tape: Ryan Seacrest and John Stamos' little red carpet snark-fest (Stamos goes to Seacrest: "You work very hard for $20 million a year." Awww, snap!)

And, of course, the biggest Golden Globes story ...

Is Isaiah Washington freaking INSANE? What a complete embarrassment. (I'm talking about Grey's Anatomy and its resident angry homophobe--you can catch up here.) I thought he was an ass when the story first came out last fall, and I think he's an even bigger one now. He SO needs to be written off the show, if he hasn't been already. Clearly a great job on the No. 1 show on TV isn't good enough for him--he has to freaking choke McDreamy and make poor George feel bad and generally steal the spotlight with his tacky, classless behavior every chance he gets. Good for Katherine Heigl for calling him out.

Anyway. On a kinda, sorta, not really related noted: American Idol. Have you been watching it? I've caught pieces. Did you see the monkey boy tonight? Oh, my gosh, I nearly died.

Monday, January 15, 2007

Hell has frozen over

And it's in my apartment.

That's right, kids: We've now entered Day 3 of the Great Power Outage of '07. Otherwise known as the Swishy Suicide Watch.

I look like a freaking war refugee. The living room is a disaster--newspaper, batteries, firewood, blankets, bottles of water, whatever--everywhere. I'm so sleep deprived that my hands are shaking. I'm serious. Last night, I came home from work, took one step into my apartment, and started bawling my eyes out. I slept from maybe 4 to 7 a.m.

I seriously did try to have a sense of humor about it all, I promise I did. The first day, it sucked, but I tried to laugh about it. Watch Swishy try to build a fire! Watch Swishy stumble into her closet door! Watch Swishy amuse herself by playing Tetris and watching season two of Grey's Anatomy on a portable DVD player until the battery runs out! It was like a little adventure--I'd make the best of it, and then tell funny stories about it later. But yesterday afternoon, all of my patience flew out the window. And last night? Last night was just miserable. And cold. And miserable.

A couple of people who had power offered to let me stay with them last night, but I just couldn't. I was working late, for one thing, and I didn't want to keep anyone up. I didn't want to inconvenience anyone. I have major sleep issues. And I'm stubborn.

But last night broke me. I am not going back home until the power's on. No freaking way. Because, aside from the fact that it's freaking absolutely FREEZING there, tonight is traditionally my FAVORITE NIGHT OF THE ENTIRE YEAR and I WILL NOT miss it or let it be ruined!

I love the Golden Globes. I love them like Lindsay Lohan loves vodka in her water bottle. I love them so much that when they used to be on Sunday nights, I would take a vacation day from work so I could watch them live. I love them because everyone gets tipsy and there are no boring filler awards and it's TV AND movies. I love them, love them, love them. And I WILL watch them and I WILL have fun doing it, come (frozen) hell or high water.

When I'm not angry, bitter, cold girl anymore, I'll post some more about my predictions because I care, even if you don't. I thought about live-blogging like I did for the Emmys, but I don't know. Actually, I'm sure I'll live-blog the pre-show at least, so come back and keep me company.

(And there are SOME funny power outage stories, which I'll tell when I'm a happier camper.)

**Very sad update: My piece of shit hotel room false advertised and only has 10 cable channels, none of which is E! or the TV Guide Channel. And NBC has inexplicably decided not to do a red carpet this year. So there will be no pre-show blogging for me. Thank goodness for Entertainment Tonight, at least. I'll check back later when I'm less depressed.

**Another sad update: I just found out my power won't be back on until Wednesday. WEDNESDAY. If someone can explain to me why it takes five days to restore power in one of the most advanced countries in the world--in a metropolitan area, no less--I would love to hear it. Actually, no, I wouldn't. I'd rather swim in an ocean of righteous indignation. This. Seriously. Bites.

So ... the Golden Globes observations are gonna have to wait until tomorrow, or at least until someone wrestles the shotgun out of my hands so no one gets killed.

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Sucky Saturday

An ice storm hit Swishyville last night. This was the view out my car window early this afternoon:



This is the window--UNROLLED--after 10 minutes of thawing out:



And in the parking lot, what used to be a very nice tree:



I have no power, which means I have no heat. That's a problem in itself ... add the fact that the most INCOMPETENT utility company in the COUNTRY services my city, and, well, it's gonna be a long night. Seriously. This company is like third-world-country bad. I can basically expect to be without power for the next three days.

Thankfully, my favoritest coffee shop on the planet has power, so here I am, sucking up their electricity until they kick me out. I was lulled into complacency by the last two big power outages, which didn't affect me one tiny bit, so I hadn't so much as charged my cell phone. The power went out a bunch last night, but it kept coming back on, so once morning hit I figured I was good. I was all cuddled up, ready to blow off everything and spend the day wrapped up in front of the TV, when POOF. Out. For good. Right in the middle of the I Love New York rerun, no less! And then my cell phone died 10 minutes later.

Oh, yeah--my flashlight's not working, either.

Since I'm stubborn and I have to work tomorrow, I'll probably go back home for the night even though it'll be freezing. I have three new books, I have an iPod with the first season of Grey's Anatomy on it (and Tetris, once I get finished downloading it), and I have a fireplace currently devoid of dead birds. And chocolate. So I should be fine.

But suuuuuuuuuck suckity suck, this sucks.

Friday, January 12, 2007

My socks are still on

It's like almost 4 a.m. so I'm gonna make this quick ...

* Grey's Anatomy was ... OK. It makes me CRAZY how uneven it's been this season! I was expecting a cliffhanger considering, you know, it's a TWO-PARTER, but nothing. Not a lot happened except for the Alex and Addison almost-kiss, which wasn't even a surprise considering I'd seen it in previews for like seven weeks or something. Even the writer (who usually writes some of the best episodes) sort of acknowledged the episode was a little blah.

Parts I liked: Even though I knew it was coming, Addison and Alex were totally, totally hot. Cute (albeit a little boring) that Derek sleeps on the couch because of the snoring and then crawls back into bed before Meredith wakes up. George and his dad ... thought it was REALLY sweet that his dad apologized for George feeling different and for not "getting him" well enough. And my favorite part was when George was shaking after his dad got out of surgery and Meredith went over to him when no one else was paying attention and was like, "George, you have to breathe." And then he just gripped her arm and she was so nice to him ... I like Meredith.

OK, I guess I liked a lot of parts. That's literally only five minutes worth, though! Maybe if I watch it again, I'll like it better. But I missed the voiceover. There was no context for Addison and Mark--that whole thing has been way, WAY uneven. Cristina and Burke are freaking dysfunctional. And nice that they used a shot of Addison from LAST SEASON to pad things out at the end. LAZY!!

I'll stop talking about Grey's Anatomy now.

* I still can't believe the girl from Once and Again is dating Marilyn Manson. Sick.

* I read the Men's Vogue cover story on Kiefer Sutherland this week and oh, my gosh, can I just bring him home with me this very second?

* Tori Spelling and I have the same dress. I'm serious. I saw a picture of her tonight while I was working out and they totally said how much it cost and where she bought it and it's the SAME EXACT DRESS that's hanging on my bedroom door right now! I guess those Lifetime movies don't pay as well as I thought.

* Seriously have to go to bed. Night.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Tomorrow

I will blog tomorrow.

In the meantime, cross your fingers and toes and everything in between for a good Grey's Anatomy tomorrow or Swishy might hurt someone. The last new episode was November 30. NOVEMBER 30. And it wasn't even that good. This one better knock my fuzzy little striped socks off.

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Rachael Ray, I'm not

More on the resolutions front later with Swish-O-Manic '07, but in the meantime, a sample of the rollicking times on the self-improvement bandwagon so far ...

I thought it might be a fun (ha) thing to try to make something new every week. As in cook. As in real food, not cookies or cakes or brownies (those, I do just fine). Just to broaden my horizons. This is not one of my for-real, drop-dead-serious resolutions. The for-real ones, I keep. This is one of the half-hearted ones that I'll keep up as long as I can. Which, since I value what precious little is left of my sanity, I'm guessing won't be long.

I got my little brainstorm reading USAToday.com. I clicked on the New Year's recipes thing in the Life section and this chicken marinara thing jumped out at me. It looked yummy and healthy and, most important, super-duper easy. It WAS easy. If you're not a complete IDIOT. Like, apparently, I am.

Mistake No. 1: Deciding to cook something new on a night when I'd agreed to pick someone up from the airport. I go straight from work and end up waiting an hour while the plane taxies around waiting for a free gate. So I don't end up getting started until, like, 7:30.

Mistake No. 2: Being the aforementioned idiot. I get home and start heating some oil in the skillet. I get the chicken out of the fridge and go to sprinkle some garlic powder over it ... and OOPS! No garlic powder in the cupboard! Onion powder, yes. Garlic powder, no. Could I have used the onion powder? Probably. But there were principles at work here, principles that demanded I DO IT RIGHT THE FIRST TIME, principles that inexplicably propelled me out the door to the grocery store to get freaking garlic powder. (And yes, I thought about checking to make sure I had everything before I went to the grocery store LESS THAN 24 HOURS EARLIER, but of course I thought, "Ohhhh ... I have a million spices. It's fine." Because, yes, I am an idiot. Have I mentioned that yet?)

Mistake No. 3: Being born a complete spaz. By this point, it's after 8 p.m., the stuff has to simmer for 20 minutes after it cooks, and I still have to make a little bit of angel hair pasta. AND I have to leave for the gym by 8:45 at the absolute latest so I can work out (for-real resolution No. 2). I'm beyond aggravated. I just want to GET DONE already, and I start rushing around in a pissed-off frenzy. You can guess the rest: I knock over an open container of basil, which spills all over the floor. I lean down to scoop it up and in the process knock into the fork-y thing that's in the sauce, flinging tomato, oregano and heaven knows what else all over the walls.

I did not think it was very funny at the time, so there are no pictures of my spice-and-sauce decorated kitchen. I did, however, take a picture of the chicken when it was done, so you can see just how simple this all should have been. I didn't think it tasted that great, but I might have just been too pissed to tell. At that point, the last thing I wanted to do was give it the satisfaction of tasting good.



Thankfully, I've done much better so far with my for-real resolutions. Like, for example, this one:

Friday, January 05, 2007

Hi

Nightly insomniac TV report:

Vanilla Sky is on Bravo. I left it on for a couple of minutes to make sure it's really as bad as I remembered. It is. Tom Cruise's character just got arrested and measured at SIX FEET at the police station. Ha ha. If Tom Cruise is six feet, I'm Heidi Klum.

I'm totally addicted to Law & Order: SVU now. Did you know it's on like two or three times a night? EVERY night! Mariska Hargitay is badass. I knew I liked her for a reason.

I want to punch this one girl Gina on the America's Next Top Model marathon.

Other than that, I got nothing.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

A grab bag of random

* So there's this one girl who comes to the gym all the time and NEVER works out. Do you want to know what she does instead? I'll tell you what she does. She spots her boyfriend while he lifts and then fixes her hair in the mirror between his sets. She does this for an HOUR. It is the most ridiculous thing I have ever seen. I've seen them before and I've thought, OK, benefit of the doubt, maybe she works out first and then helps him. But I got there the exact same time as them tonight and ALL she did was spot her boyfriend and fix her hair. Over and over and over again.

* I was up at 4:30 a.m. the other night and there was NOTHING on. No-thing. Nada. Literally, infomercials on every channel, except TBS, which was showing Runaway Bride for the 100th time (trust me, I watched 99 of them) and USA, which had on a Law & Order: SVU marathon. OK, I never watch Law & Order--any of the versions. But I like Mariska Hargitay because she's pretty (ha ha ... and I'm superficial) and there was nothing else on and there was NO sleeping happening, so I watched it.

OK. Seriously. Worst show to watch in the middle of the night EVER! It's good, but it's messed up. Did that stop me from watching it at 3:30 a.m. the next night? Nooooo, of course not. I'll give you three guesses what's on now ...

* On a related note, why is there nothing on at 3 or 4 in the morning? If someone's up then, isn't that when they need TV the most?

* On another related note, I always want to say "Law & Order: SUV" instead of "SVU."

* On a semi-related note, only because it's about TV, I flipped over to the repeat of Dirt on FX and what a freaking train wreck. HOLY CRAP. Might want to go back to collecting that Friends syndication money, Courteney.

* I love that British people say "lovely." I wish Americans said lovely. If someone in this country says lovely, they're either 80 years old or being sarcastic. But it's such a nice word! It's my favorite part of that Coldplay song The Scientist: "You don't know how lovely you are ..." They said it twice in The Holiday, which reminded me of it. I was like, ohhhh! I wanna be lovely!

* I got a new bill holder thing today and it ROCKS. It's brown and, like, corduroy-ish, and it makes me feel TOTALLY organized, which was the whole point. (And getting it was one of the "action" items on my resolutions list ... so far, so good!)

* Tonight I was reading an old Entertainment Weekly that I hadn't gotten to before the holidays. The Will Smith one. And he said something that I loved. He said: "I am dedicated to doing good. When I wake up every day, I want the world to be better because I woke up today."

I know it's not particularly original. I know that celebrities are, by definition, insincere. I know they say things that will make them sound nice in interviews. I know, I know, I know. But putting all that aside for a second, isn't that a nice idea? I think it's a nice idea.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Happy New Year

I loved going back to school when I was a kid. Not because I was going back to school, but because it was a fresh start. No catching up, no cramming ... total clean slate. In college, I would sit on the plane on the way back to school and make lists of what I wanted to do that semester and how I was going to do it. That was one of things I missed the most when I graduated from college--no more built-in clean slates. Nothing forcing you to change or grow.

So, yes, I make New Year's resolutions, and that's why. I know it's cliche. I know! But I promise I nearly always keep them. Four years ago, I said I was going to join a gym and start doing cardio most days of the week, and I did. I still do. The key is picking stuff I know I can do, stuff I really WANT to do, and figuring out exactly how and when I can get it done.

If I gave you my full list, you'd laugh. It looks SO ANAL! Like, I'll do this on this day, that at that time, this that many times a week. Is it boring to post them? I can't decide. They're mostly, like, traditional things, that's why. Well, you can tell me if you want to see them. One of them, though, is to do something nice for myself at least once a week. That's the REAL key to keeping New Year's resolutions ... make yourself get pedicures and take bubble baths! Ha ha.

Anyway, New Year's Eve was fun. New Year's Day was even more fun, at least for me. I saw The Holiday, which I LOVED! I totally related to Kate Winslet's character. And I pulled a Manic with my friend Allee and saw Dreamgirls, too ... was Jennifer Hudson that good on American Idol? I do NOT remember her being that good on American Idol. She was crazy good. Everyone in the theater applauded after her big song. Random thing of the day: I was looking at the credits at the end, and this girl from my high school was in it! She was one of the go-go dancers. I sat next to her in Brit Lit, and she always talked about how she was going to go to L.A. and dance and we were like, whaaaaatever. But she did! So good for her.

Finally, I've been thinking about this a lot lately, and now seems like a good time to say it: Thank you for stopping by my blog, whether it's once a day or once a month. I love that you're there to laugh with me on the funny days, and I love even more that you're there with kind words and cyberhugs (and no baseball bats!) on the harder days. I hope the new year brings each one of you every happiness that life has to offer. And if you already have every happiness that life has to offer ... well, then, you suck.

Just kidding :) Happy New Year, everyone!