I'm feeling especially creepy tonight (Creepy in a Simpsons-Halloween-Episode kinda way, not in an Ellen-Page-in-Hard-Candy kinda way)! Hence the title to this post. I'm all full of jittery energy, since tomorrow is my flight back to Houston and all my friends will be/should be in town for Spring break and that is thrilling me to pieces. PIECES I SAY! So I'm gonna do today's list and get it over with, and then we can talk about other stuff, m'kay?
Things I Don't Get:
1. The I Hate Sarah Marshall at www.IHateSarahMarshall.com billboards I've been seeing everywhere lately. Is this some kind of ploy to get us to watch more Veronica Mars? Or is it Gossip Girl? Who can fucking tell these days?
2. How 10,000 BC got made
3. New Math
4. Kids these days
5. Why a certain kind of woman gets her rocks off by being mean to other women. It's like the equivalent of "black" comedies (Norbit, Roscoe Jenkins, etc.) for women - it's enjoyable for some reason to the people taking part, but it only serves to prolong the appropriateness of certain stereotypes. Women are bitches (they even hate other women)! Dark skin masculine (women with dark skin get mocked or are old tymey matriarchs), light skin pretty (black female romantic leads are always a shade - or three - lighter than everyone else in the movie, to the point of maybe being another race completely. Look it up)!
Oh man, I got carried away there. Race relations. I probably just guaranteed that my blog will get crumpled up and thrown in the trash when God asks me to justify my life, but there it is. How can saying that all colours of skin should be portrayed as beautiful be wrong? That's all I'm trying to do here.
FUCK! I just made my shuttle reservation and was thinking about what I needed to get done now (Saturday night...and I'm checking things off my to-do list. Because I'm wild) (Today seems to be parenthetical nonsense day. Welcome!) ANYWAY, I seem to have abandoned the sentence about my to-do list halfway through so I'll start again. I was checking things off my to-do list just now and realized that I have yet to pack. I usually pack the day of a trip, in the thirty minutes between my shower and the shuttle arriving at my apartment - I rule/am terrible - but this time I'm taking back 2 suitcases: 1 suitcase of things I intend to wear for this trip, 1 suitcase of things that I no longer wear and am taking to Goodwill/to donate. I also need to (mental note) throw away a pair of jeans that were slowly ripping up the crotch that finally gave way to a deep lunge the other day.
My brother called me earlier today and told me my dad found a mama possum and her 8 baby possums in our trash can this morning. ATTN PEOPLE LIVING IN THE SOUTH: YOU MIGHT LIVE IN THE SOUTH IF...
...YOU FIND POSSUMS IN YOUR FUCKING TRASH CAN!
Okay, gotta do that laundry now. Did I mention laundry?
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