I've been watching old episodes of Felicity on one of the chick cable channels recently.
[WE, actually, but don't tell my former co-workers at Lifetime that I've been contributing to the competition.]
I always been attracted to the show... something about the character has always drawn me in. Maybe it's her hair - she has hair just like mine (but she's got a better stylist on set), and I've conviced myself I might (in my own little delusional world) look a little bit like her. But it's more than that. Something about the character's personality... her complete inability to be cool or say the right thing... or salvage herself from any and every embarassing situation. She's smart and articulate, but she still seems to manage to fuck up all the time. The way she reacts to situations in her life seem to be the exact same way I would react... even as I cringe to watch. Maybe that's why I cringe. She wears her heart on her sleeve and everything is an excuse to overanalyze and overemote to an exhausting degree. She's an idealist and an romantic and wants it all, even though she doesn't necessarily know what 'it all' is. Part of me HATES that I'm like her. She's fictional... and she's kind of pathetic. There's this one line from this one episode that, for some reason, has stuck with me since it first aired when I was in college. Sean says to Ben (about Felicity), "She's the kind of girl you marry, not the kind of girl you date." The first time I heard it, I thought they were talking about me, not some curly-haired fictional college student.
In the end, Felicity went off to medical school, married Ben, and lived happily ever after. She always stayed true to herself and was all about not compromising her beliefs. Leave it to J.J. Abrams. Maybe if I ask nicely, he'll write my script too.
But her hair is really JUST like mine. And I really loved the episode where she cut it all off.
August 22, 2005
August 16, 2005
I Found This on a Tea Box...
The Wisdom of Daily Life
1. Watch a sunrise at least once a year.
2. Plant flowers every spring.
3. Look people in the eye.
4. Compliment three people every day.
5.Live beneath your means.
6. Choose your life's mate carefully. From this one decision will come ninety percent of all your happiness or misery.
7. Live so that when your children think of fairness, caring, and integrity, they think of you.
8. Don't postpone joy.
~H. Jackson Brown, Jr., from Life's Little Instruction Book
1. Watch a sunrise at least once a year.
2. Plant flowers every spring.
3. Look people in the eye.
4. Compliment three people every day.
5.Live beneath your means.
6. Choose your life's mate carefully. From this one decision will come ninety percent of all your happiness or misery.
7. Live so that when your children think of fairness, caring, and integrity, they think of you.
8. Don't postpone joy.
~H. Jackson Brown, Jr., from Life's Little Instruction Book
August 10, 2005
Indy 500
I have a confession to make;
Sometimes, I drive like a real asshole. I know it's obnoxious, but I can't help it - my new car is just better than all the others on the road. And no one drives fast enough.
[I know this is a stupid post. I think up all of these articulate and insightful things to write about as I'm falling asleep at night... but then, when I get to my computer in the morning, it's all gone. I'm going to have to figure out how to fix this problem.]
Sometimes, I drive like a real asshole. I know it's obnoxious, but I can't help it - my new car is just better than all the others on the road. And no one drives fast enough.
[I know this is a stupid post. I think up all of these articulate and insightful things to write about as I'm falling asleep at night... but then, when I get to my computer in the morning, it's all gone. I'm going to have to figure out how to fix this problem.]
August 09, 2005
August 04, 2005
No Phone
I have had the most heinous last 2 weeks at work. The phone has literally not stopped ringing, from the moment I turn it on at 8:30am until... well, about noon today. It's gotten so bad that about a week ago, the phone rang at home and I answered it saying, "Good morning, College of XYZ". My mother was completely caught off-guard and laughed hysterically. [Never mind that it was 7pm.] Since then, I have mounted a strike; I flat-out refuse to pick up the phone anywhere but at my desk. I'm sorry, but if I spend 8 hours a day with a plastic receiver attached to my head, there's no way in hell I'm going to think it's a fun thing to do in my free time. I spend so much time getting yelled at over the phone that I really think I should be able to hook the thing to the earring studs on my left lobe. Then, at least, I wouldn't have this horrible (and possibly permanent) crick in my neck.
The good thing about this whole stupid string of business is that I've learned a lot, and I've had an opportunity to really help out some students that may have been overlooked otherwise. I'm not saving the world or anything, but at least I can sleep at night knowing that I'm trying to fight the good fight.
But I'm still off phones until further notice. If you need me, light up the bat signal.
The good thing about this whole stupid string of business is that I've learned a lot, and I've had an opportunity to really help out some students that may have been overlooked otherwise. I'm not saving the world or anything, but at least I can sleep at night knowing that I'm trying to fight the good fight.
But I'm still off phones until further notice. If you need me, light up the bat signal.
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