So, I know no one really likes to hear about other people’s ”crazy dreams,” but this is my blog, dagburnit.
First, some background: I go through cycles of recurring dreams, and they usually involve celebrities. And don’t worry, they’re never sexual. For awhile it was Hal Sparks, and he and I would go salmon fishing - this was circa 1999, when he was hosting ”Talk Soup” and I was a quirky, 13-year-old girl. So this made meeting him last year after a show in Denver quite awkward. Besides my Danny Glover fiasco - tale for another time - it was my worst celebrity meeting.
When we greeted each other, all I could think about was he and I rowing a canoe, tossing a net and magically obtaining a ton of salmon. I could hardly speak to him with this scene taking over my mind. Seriously, what is wrong with me? I mean, I had dreams of Conan O’Brien back in 1995 a lot, but when I met him I didn’t act half as foolish. Although, I was so happy my eyes disappeared in the photo, which also happened when I met Hal.
Anyway, now I’m dreaming about Jason Segel a lot. I think it’s because I’ve rediscovered my love for “Undeclared” and “Freaks and Geeks” and am excited he’s starring in an upcoming film, “Forgetting Sarah Marshall.” But in my dream he and I go furniture shopping and test drive limos. We also hold hands and he gets in a fight with my dream-roommate.
And if there is a pattern of me having wildly, unwild recurring dreams of male celebs, meeting them years later and being terribly awkward, then I fear for Jason.
Until then, I’m going to work on expressing happiness while keeping my eyes visible.
.. be thankful you will have a Black Friday newspaper on your front step tomorrow morning.
Due to the nature of the industry I chose to join, I’m working and therefore will not be partaking in this binge-eating, start of the Holiday Season festival. But I am thankful I have a job.
in physical pain from this weekend’s: debauchery, assortment of bruises, 100-percent-genuine belly laughs, a complete lack of sleep and regard for how much time I’ve spent at the gym and on good food.
happy I’ve lived in so many places.
glowing from knowing that I can go months without seeing my friends from NZ, yet we can get together and create a feeling like we’re back on vacation.
grateful I have an incredible family that is looking out for me and that I get tiny reminders of this everyday.
wishing my besties were here for reasons upon reasons.
wishing I could rid one in particular of all his/her problems and causes of stress.
popping popcorn to watch “Terrible Lizards 2.”
surprised with how I performed at work considering how awful I felt. I think I even had I clip-worthy day.
thankful for I-90 travel plazas. had they not existed, mine and V’s trip back from Boston would 1. never had happen because I’d be too miserable to function without nourishment, and 2. not have been as exciting and reminiscent of our StarMart days.
laughing at the phrases “I want to give you an upside-down hug” and “he woke up in conversation,” which I was told this morning.
pleased that I have amazing friends who have amazing friends, thus, I’m constantly meeting amazing people.
impressed by T’s and mine Paul Revere reference at the bar.
weirded out by the fact that close to anytime I’m thinking about certain people, they always seem to call or text message right then.
thinking about what would compel a person to wear a visor. backwards.
regretting getting my furniture right before going out of town. My apartment is reflecting Liz-Lemon characteristics that I fear I have.
proud I turned down a “now-or-never” offer with bad-romantic-comedy dramatics.
wondering what my Lifetime Original Movie would be called.
After reading these, my first thought was “I wish I lived in N.Y!” But then I remembered that technically, I do. And if I worked a so-called “normal” shift, I could at least try to get tickets (I’ve had very good luck in NYC in the past). However, working until midnight or 1 a.m. on a Saturday limits my evening endeavors. Of all the nights to have to work!
I am so happy “Project Runway” is back. It’s the only show I will miss when I cancel my extended cable, but I will find ways to view this season.
The first challenge itself was kind of boring, but I thought the judges got the top 3 right. However, I think I’m picking Jack as my favorite right now because: 1. I would totally wear that white and blue dress, 2. He is from Seattle and 3. He looks like a superhero.
I disagree with Simone getting auf’d. She deserved another chance. Elisa’s dress was hideous, and I’ll only forgive the judges for keeping her around because she somehow worked the word “haiku” into her explanation of that bundle of scraps.
I also noticed that two hipster girls on the show think mixing patterns automatically makes them edgy and original. Stop it. It’s been done. Put down your mohawk/don’t bleach your hair so much. Make something that looks good. Oh, and you really shouldn’t nickname yourself, “Sweet P.”
Lastly, does Tim not work at Parsons anymore? Heidi introduced him as creative officer of Liz Claiborne. From what I’ve seen those clothes aren’t nearly as fabulous as the Gunn.
On a related note, I read news awhile back that made me sad about this season (warning, it’s a spoiler): http://dlisted.com/node/16605
I’ve been waiting for this movie to come out for quite some time. For reasons I can’t name, I won’t say how long I’ve been waiting.
But if the trailer didn’t explain why I check the film’s IMDB page on a regular basis, here are some of my notes:
No one does awkward as successfully as Michael Cera does. Something about Cera makes me want to cradle him in my arms as though he were a wounded bird. It’s unfortunate he’s about 8 inches taller than I am. And I hate birds.
Allison Janney and J.K. Simmons are like incredibly talented cartoon characters. Animated, amusing, unreal - in terms of how great they are.
It’s from the director of “Thank You For Smoking.” That one speaks for itself.
Michael and George Michael reunion + Mentor Dwight = My TV-show dreams.
The trailer has the “All the Young Dudes” song in it.
I’ll laugh. I’ll cry. I’ll probably want a baby for about 2 hours after seeing it. And then I’ll hear a child cry at the grocery store and remember how I hate hospitals.
The other day I rolled over on my air mattress and became incredibly aware of where I was: in an unfurnished room, in my own apartment, in New York, waking to go to a full-time job I have been studying for the past four years. It was like a camera kept easing back, revealing to myself where I had ended up.
It was scary. A brief existential crisis.
I’ve said goodbye to my dream-like lifestyle in both Boulder and New Zealand, where this real world was in the distant future and I was just having fun with my friends while building my resume - receiving very little money for my work.
But it wasn’t as though I was forced into this, so I can’t play the confused 20-something card too much, despite how confused I feel I am. Journalism and working in the media is what I really want to do. And honestly the only thing I can really imagine myself doing.
It’s the overachiever in me that had to go into it right away … along with the fact that I need to chip away at those student loans. A part of me also feels guilty for having such a great college and study abroad experience, and I feel like I need to get smacked with reality before I have a new adventure. Had someone told me I’d be here after college, I’m not sure what I’d think. I’d probably hope a friend would come with me and just be excited I found a job.
So, obviously, I’m constantly evaluating my decision.
Pros:
I can drive a couple of hours in any direction, be in a new city and probably know someone there.
This is the closest I’ve lived to all members of my extended family in 12 years.
I’m learning a lot.
I’m finally getting a paycheck and like what I have to do to earn it.
I learn something every day.
Being in a community that actually reads and connects with its newspaper.
I get to decorate.
I have my days free to work out, read or catch up on pop culture through Netflix.
Being next to the largest U.S. National Park.
My friends and family call me often.
Cons:
Missing my friends, family and once thriving social life so much.
Bills.
No Rockies, Puget Sound, Pacific Ocean.
More guys who stare/yell out of their cars than anywhere else I’ve lived. It makes me feel like there’s something on my face.
The constant threat of snowfall.
Feeling like I’m playing dress up in my pencil skirts and Banana Republic sweaters.
Clearly, I decided to focus on the pros, but it doesn’t mean those cons don’t get me down when I have a clear moment to reflect.
I’ve also been drafting a lot of five year plans, but I’ll take your boredom into account and hold off on that neurotic discussion.
