No, I really am jealous, superficial and wannabe-fake.

So I was checking out Casey Reinhardt's MySpace profile (get the link at pinkisthenewblog.com--the best and most addictive website in existence!) and is it wrong that I wish I was her?

She's gorgeous, rich, and could probably have whatever she wants, whenever she wants it. I sat there reading her (slightly less than intelligent) blurbs about herself, feeling myself get toadier by the second when it occured to me, she's got fake tits. And fake hair. And probably caps on her teeth. BUT, who really cares? What she's done is the same as taking a great car and suping it up until it's the hottest thing on the road. Other people drive the same great car, they just don't have either the time, money or desire to make it the hottest, fastest thing anyone has ever seen. They have to get to work on time or get their kids to school and they can't worry about all that extra shit.

So I pulled myself out of toad-dom and felt better. I know I'm a pretty girl, I just don't have time for all that crap. And that brings me to the conclusion that Casey is not better than me! (or you!) Hey, that even means that all those bitches on Laguna Beach are not better than me. (or you, again!!) On that note: It's really funny to me that the bitches of the show are now claiming that they're not really that bitchy, that MTV edited the footage to create a "character" of them. Riiiiiiiiiight. You're just a bitch. Deal with it. (you can check out all the Laguna bitches on pinkisthe newblog.com. I told you it's addictive.)

Okay, so now I have to drag my ass to the gym, to try to work off probably 3 years of fat I've been diligently putting on and storing in my gut. Wish me luck.

I'm out, bitches.

Right Now I Am....

1. Drinking beer
2. Blogging
3. Listening to my boyfriend and his friends play a heads-up Texas Hold-Em poker tournament.
4. Remembering how when I was a child in Texas, and my parents put us to bed so that they could hang out with their friends unbothered by kiddies, I used to stay awake listening to my parents and their friends laughing and felt so safe, content, and secure.
5. Missing that feeling.
6. Thinking that maybe I'm becoming a little too anal. I'm kinda high-strung, although I hate to think of myself that way, and managing brings out my analness.
7. Wondering why I put up with all this bullshit when what I really want to be doing is hiking the Appalachian trail for 6 months, alone.
8. Thinking that #7 is probably a lie. I'm a Gemini, I have no idea what I want.
9. Wondering what I'm going to do with my life since writing seems to be only a therapeutic activity and probably not one that will become my bread'n'butter, as I once believed.
10. Thinking that the 1.5 hours I spent at the gym this morning have been completely negated by the cheese dip I just ate. (I made it, it was so good.)
11. Damn, I'm proud of myself for the 1.5 hours I spent at the gym this morning. Body Pump followed by 45 mins of interval training on the eliptical machine. I'm gonna be HOT.

And with that, I'm out.

Chop! Chop! Back to Work!

I watched Closer last night.

Old people always say, Time Flies. Well, I think they're right. I'm not sure if this is because I'm getting older, but last week at this time, I thought today would never come. And here it is. And it's almost like this past weekend never even happened. Not that today is special or anything, but I had a very busy weekend that I had been preparing for for at least 3 months, and I thought it would never end. But it did. No fireworks, no apocalypse, just... The End.

Another weekend is coming... in Athens, GA, time is measured by UGA football games. In the week between each one there is a ton of stuff to be done. This is true for me in a couple of ways; 1. I have to clean the house and get it ready for company, which is a never-ending task. 2. I have promotions each weekend that have to be prepared for, which often takes a week (small tasks spread over many days.)

And before I know it, Christmas is here, then New Years, then Easter... it just never stops (of course, I'm grateful for that, because otherwise I'd be D-E-D dead.)

I don't plan on getting married anytime soon, but I do want to have children. And since time is flying so quickly, should I be thinking about that now? I'm such a child still... I can barely take care of myself. When my mother was my age, she had 2 kids and would be having a third in less than 2 years. Were people more grownup then, or did they just take on too much too fast, which would explain why every parental unit of my childhood friends is dissolved (including my own.) But if we're waiting for ourselves to be ready to take on these challenges and not regret them, will we wait too long?

It's becoming more and more impossible to take a break in life... more stores are open 24 hrs, people are getting up earlier and working later to get more done, only to get up the next day and start again. Are we setting this breakneck pace because we're afraid Time will catch up to us? And isn't it odd that the faster we move, the faster time flies.

And why is it that when I wake up in the morning, my hands smell weird? What do I touch when I'm sleeping?