so, did anyone watch jamie foxx's performance on the grammys?

what happened?...and why?
my lord that was awful. it was almost sad. not one person on that stage is musically-inclined. except maybe slash who played the guitar?...but uh, slash? what?

where was the talent behind any of that? jamie couldn't sing any part of it, it was of course crazy auto-tuned (hey tpain), and who was that large black woman doing back bends?

did i miss something?

who canceled last minute? blame it on the food poisoning. ok, so if no one canceled and jamie was legitimately hired for that gig, who was the suit that said, hey, we should totally give air time to jamie foxx and tpain for their smash hit. and lets throw slash on stage, too! honestly, blame it is a catchy little ditty but, um, isn't this the grammys?

it's like seeing the house bunny at the oscars. i'll watch that film a hundred times in a row without issue but, ummm.

ugh.

i don't have to say anything more. you get the drift.

i appreciate a "healthy" bod. the one god gave ya. no ego. no sucking in. you skinny rabbits and gym addicts - take a number. you ain't got nothin for me.

should i get back on the twitter bandwagon? sometimes i think of little things that i would like to verbalize, but i don't want to necessarily post it on my blog. emale me your thoughts.

life is so hard.

ohhh, shut up la teisha! la teisha shut the fuck up!



ya scaredy ass, orangutan titty talkin lookin-like motherfucker...



oh really, oh it's cuz la teisha farted? thanks for ruining my party la teisha...



ugh, she's pretty genius. love it. but don't bother watching the 3rd rendition. not funny.

just got back from the gaga concert at purdue university. you all know know i'm not the biggest admirer of lady gaga - the artist - but wow does she put on an amazing show. i was amazed and had a blast. vids, pics, and commentary to come later.

i was going to bite my tongue about saying this, but i guess that defeats the purpose of having a blog, right?

so, having many friends with careers, or at the least, interests in the world of modeling, i say this while carefully walking on a very tight rope. oh lord, how my facebook friend count will dwindle in the upcoming days, but...let's be honest with ourselves for five seconds, ok?

facebook friends, here's my advice on your modeling career:

don't count on it. i'm not trying to be the mayor of debbie downerland, and don't you dare call me jealous (that's such a brenda/kelly 90210 route to take), but some of you aspiring models are getting to be a little silly about it all, don't you think? no, no, a lot silly. enough already. yes, you're cute. wow, your photographer friend can photoshop you into an entirely different person with a killer six pack. it's all oh-so cool and boy do you get a lot of "likes it" reviews. your high school friends probably think you've totally made it. congratulations. your reward: you get to eat up this premium attention and adoration for as long as facebook exists. yum yum. get me a spoon!

but we both know it's not real.

your desperate attempt for attention is as obvious as the very real pores on your face.

but it's ok! it's ok to have pores! it's ok that you can only be perceived as smoking hot after some long, painstaking hours of immense photoshopping. have some humility! you're not perfect, none of us are. i didn't accept your friend request on facebook because i think you have a killer jawline. i accepted you because you make me laugh, or are super sweet, or, i don't know, bought me a drink?

and the sad fact of the day is this: there will always be someone cuter than you. always. your model-driven glory days are like grains of sand through an hour glass. how many female and especially male models do you know with thriving, long-lasting careers in the biz? not many. i can perhaps name a handful out of millions of wannabe models.

so stop plastering yourself all over facebook like it's going to get you somewhere. it's not. you'll only live to eventually regret it. i promise you. you will soon feel like the very fool that you are perceived to be by us non-models.

plus, it makes you look downright, no-questions-asked conceited - which, i know is a common, every day lifestyle in lala land, but everywhere else i imagine such vanity to be frowned upon.

i'm not here to say that you all aren't cute. you're all so cute in your own, unique way. god love you.

but you don't need the flash of a bulb or a d-list runway to make you somebody in this world.

you are somebody.

and you're being fucking annoying when you post "modeling" pictures of yourself all over facebook. it takes a true friend to be so honest. so put your clothes back on. set your profile picture to something that says more about you other than "royal douchebag egomanic extraordinaire."

you're better than that. i hope.

so stop it. and get over yourself.

narcissism is not cute.

was this my bad angle?

what is up with fast food being SO cheap these days? does anyone know how much money i spend on chicken breasts, egg whites, protein powder, almonds, deli meat, and fruit that is currently out of season?!

answer: TONS.

i feel like i go to the grocery store and spend 1.5 mil on about 5 items.

ugh, and all this time i could be going to mcdonald's and getting double cheeseburgers for $1. i could go to burger king and get breakfast sandwiches for $1. wendy's chicken sandwiches for $1. oh, better yet, tacos from taco bell for .69 cents.

everything and then some all on dollar menus of some sort, all for just...well, obviously $1. $1 people. you can't even buy a pack of sugarfree gum for $1. just today, a coworker went to burger king and got a sandwich, fries, and a drink for $2.30.

WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?! does it pay to be fat? i think it does. literally.

will anyone love me if i'm overweight yet have TONS of extra cash just lying around collecting dust?!

new nano alert. i got sick of the itouch. i was a poser anyway - i don't own one and i don't ever care to. gotta stay true to myself because i use my nanner on an hourly basis.

my technological bff.

so, you should all probably iopen your itunes right now and igo to the istore and ibuy the hope for haiti now album. it's only $7.99 and features 20 amazing songs by some amazing artists. 100% of the proceeds go to haiti.

it's a win-win situation yall.

you're donating much-needed relief money to haiti (hopefully on top of what you've already donated) and you're getting a ton of beautiful songs, some even topping the itunes charts.

so go iwild: ibuy. i listen. ienjoy. and ihelp.

this is so weird for me to watch for several different reasons:

1) stephani, who is now lady gaga, is soooo cute. lady gaga isn't so much cute as she is...unique. but what a cutie, right?

2) this was taped in 2005. isn't it mind-boggling to think of the major life changes that has occurred for "stefani" since then?! i remember 2005 like it was yesterday so don't give me that 2005 was almost 5 long years ago. no, it wasn't. it was like yesterday and it's barely 2010. so, to go from boiling points to being a world-renowned, massively successful recording artist is sooooo cah-razyyy.

3) i think i like stefani better than gaga!

isn't it weird to watch this...like i want to run up to her, shake her wildly and be all like omg you're going to be lady gaga!!! ahhhhhhh!!!!!

"do not read beauty magazines they will only make you feel ugly."

ugh.

confession: i sampled heidi montag's new cd and i actually liked a couple of songs.

i know, i know...this is bad, no way around it.

i haven't bought anything yet...i'm just gonna sleep on it and see what happens in the morning.

maybe this is all a big misunderstanding? but i sort of caught myself enjoying the song "blackout" and "like it or leave it"

eek.

but oh my gentle jesus her face is horrifying i can't get over it. i really hope that, like she says, she's still "recovering" and the swelling will go down and perhaps a more human-like face will emerge.

but as of right now she looks like bride of chucky or something totally creepier.

like bride of chucky II.

does anyone remember...dippin' dots?

it's quite embarrassing that i'm even mentioning dippin' dots but i was reading someone's facebook page and noticed they were a "fan of" dippin dots.

a) i automatically dislike this person solely from this one, personal interest
b) how retarded is dippin' dots?

i can remember when everyone thought it was just soooo cool. omg ice cream in the form of rabbit turds. wowee! how much does it cost? a lot? i don't care, it's the ice cream of the future! make it a large cookie dough for me!

c'mon. what a stupid idea. it was like eating ice cream gravel. there was no gratification from eating it, no creaminess, no swirling, no licking, no ice cream aesthetic, no ice cream sinfulness. basically it wasn't even ice cream. it was like eating the left over remnants from the side of an empty ice cream carton that someone in your family plowed through, yet put the carton back in the freezer because they're fat and lazy like that.

scrapings...that's all it was. at best - morsels.

it ain't enough, and shame on you for thinking it was!

never did i feel like such a moron the one time i was stupid enough to pay for such a thing.

plus, how sad and pathetic were those dippin' dots employees in their stupid, crazy white outfits working at those stupid, tiny kiosks in the mall, right between younkers and christopher & banks? god i bet they still hate themselves.

sorry...had to get that off my chest. so stupid that dippin' dots.

omg watch this gem of a video. it really captures chloe sevigny's charm and grace! so eloquent!

just throwing this out there: did anyone else want to punch chloe sevigny square in the face for her reaction to the guy that helped her up the stairs, and while doing so, accidentally ripped her dress when his foot got caught on one of the many yards of fabric dragging behind her?

first of all, her dress was the color of rapid butthole herpes. sorry, it was.

secondly, she reacted as if she was royalty or something. no, no, as if she was a slave owner and her slave just looked her in the eye or something equally horrific. you knowwww if she had a switch in her hand instead of a clutch she would have just whipped the shit out of his bare back for hours upon hours on end.

i mean it's chloe sevigny! an actress i can 100% confirm i've never seen act before! i don't get hbo sooo. sorry. but isn't that her one gig? i'd imdb it but i don't want to give her any search ratings.

and that god awful exasperated laugh!? did anyone else die when she pulled that shit?? my interpretation:

"ughahhhgh, he ripped my dress! HUHA HA HA HUHH HAHA."

"i still can't believe he ripped my dress! hugaa ha ha huhh haa!"

youtube it if you can. what a twat. i wish he would have accidentally stepped on her face.

so, of course, i wandered down and watched the clip i posted yesterday about roseanne. as soon as the dan part comes up my throat shuts, my heart stops, and my eyes water.

i can't imagine what it would feel like to lose your partner. and they were such good partners.

i think the thing that gets me the most is that roseanne and dan were both fat, respectively unsuccessful, and had a multitude of problems throughout their marriage, constantly challenging them, bringing them closer together, and sometimes tearing them apart. but they endured. willingly. mutually. they were in love with each other, entirely, to which nothing could come between them.

yes, yes i know, it was only a tv show. but it's also real life in that there are many roseanne and dans out there. many. there are many couples that stick together through thick and thin (sometimes literally) and work out their problems, sometimes slowly and difficultly, but surely, all instead of getting divorced.

i value characteristics like that in people. they're so seldom seen: commitment, integrity, loyalty, passion.

i feel like i possess these values...but time will tell. they're certainly on my front-burner.

and the pilot flame is lit.

you're my favorite moment.
you're my saturday.

you're my number one.



(so cute) (!)

gets me every.single.time. without fail. the final episode of one of the greatest television shows ever made.

"Due to the overwhelming generosity of our supporters, we are experiencing a lag time in donation processing. Email receipts may take up to 24 hours to be delivered to your inbox. Thank you for your patience.

Sincerely,
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never have i been more excited to hear of and contribute to a lag time. i've sent money to earthquake victims in haiti. have you?

did anyone else see heidi montag's appearance on good morning america? ohhh dear, this is difficult. to start - i don't know about you, but i actually like heidi montag. before you dismiss me as some retarded shidiot, hear me out:

i think heidi montag used to be a sweet, funny, lovable girl. someone i'd love to be friends with. as a big fan of the hills (again, do not dismiss me just yet) i always thought heidi was largely misunderstood because, to me, she was such a good girl at heart. if it weren't for that damn spencer pratt...

besides wanting to be best friends with lauren conrad, as she is probably one of the coolest girls in existence, i continuously watched the hills because i truly thought that one day, one episode heidi would finally leave spencer and get back to who she really was. and then life would be ok. i could sleep at night knowing that my lauren and heidi were friends and that both of them would be ok in life.

after watching the gma clip about heidi's plastic surgeries, my heart dropped to my ankles. i can't even explain how saddened i was to see her, her puffy cheeks, her plump lips, her unmoving jawline, her overall face that no longer resembled the heidi i used to see on tv.

it's all gone. she's gone.

it's sad you guys.

heidi - you're in my thoughts.

these are hit or miss but this one is a pretty good hit:

i feel like, sometimes, my point here gets lost.

not on this blog, not on the worldwide web

but in life.

so i'll use this platform to let you know something:

i have a purpose. i don't know what it is, but i know there is one.

i never have the answers, instead i get completely lost in theory. i'm not sure how the world was created, be it by god or be it bacteria. either/or is fine with me.

but one thing i make no mistake about is this:

i was born a son of two loving parents, grew up in a family that set a standard of doing the right thing, always. at the end of the day, i always knew that i did what i could. and i did what i should.

i was never deemed smart by any teacher. i was never super popular. i never won any contest.

i was average.

and i knew full well of my average existence the entire time, and i still do today.

but the funny thing is that i embrace that which is average. it's practically the only thing i know. and it's never done me wrong. most times.

because sometimes my tall friends make me feel short, although i'm an average height.
sometimes i feel like i look decent, although there's always someone better looking, more fit, better hair, whiter teeth. i'll never trump on any of those things.

i have average height, i have average talent, i have average style, i have average looks, i have average hair, i have average teeth.

all of it leading up to this average persona i cannot escape, not that i need to.

although, as bad as it sounds, i've never felt particularly important. let's not confuse importance with love. i've been nothing but loved by those whom matter.

but feeling important is a different story. well, i take that back, once during my college years a professor made me feel important. she'll never know that she did so, but she did it in a way that was specific to me and me only. no one else thought i was important. it was my little secret.

i guess that's all i needed. just one confirmation to get me on my way.

since then i've met many average people. and for these people i have great respect. it takes one to know one.

but what about those of you in the spotlight? what about the forgotten? what about you?

bad? lost? misunderstood? exceptional? gifted? who determines any of that?

does it change you? if you do something considered above average, does that validate you as different from me?

maybe it's talent, maybe it's money, maybe it's luck.

whatever it is, i don't really care. i like who i am. i like what i offer.

watching the golden globes started this whole subject. they're all so impressed with one another, they marvel, they reward. but why? i'm not impressed. none of them are impressed by what i do, but that doesn't make it any less important, does it?

or any less meaningful?

my dad was a cop, a trooper, a chief of police. he has risked his life for others. he has looked in the eyes of the bad guy. he has saved lives. where's his award?

my dad isn't exceptional, but he never wanted to be. he was an average man with an amazing heart. and that's what's important.

that deserves a spotlight. that deserves a golden globe.

and having witnessed this firsthand, i'll carry on in his average image.

i'm full of heart. did you know that? i put myself in your shoes, and then i walk in them. i help. i empathize. i sympathize. i encourage. i relate. and i listen.

i'd do just about anything for a lot of people, sometimes regardless if they even deserve it.

but i'd be lying if i said i didn't want to be more than that. more than average. above average? to me, that would be like writing a best seller. to be an author, a good one at that. woah.

i want a cabin in the rockies, a pied-a-terre in nyc. i want stainless steel appliances. i want it all.

i can dream, can't i?

coming from an average family, with average looks, with an average job, with average ability...i have to remind myself constantly that, someday sumner, someday you'll find exactly what you're looking for.

in so many ways.

i am an average man. i am ryan sumner. i am you. i am every other person that has ever felt left out of the bigger and the better.

i will never be at any award show. and that's okay.

nor can i guarantee that i'll ever impress anybody...but i will guarantee you this: i will close my eyes tonight, breathe easily, and sleep well.

after all, i do what i can, and i do what i should.

the end.

someday my parents are going to retire, buy a farm in wisconsin, live happily ever after...and during all of this they also want to raise alpacas.

i don't think i've ever seen an alpaca before but i just researched them a little bit and holy eff...they're the cutest, although strangest-looking animal i've ever seen. apparently they're very sweet, unlike lamas which, i guess, are kind of douchie. but i also think i heard this urban legend that when you raise alpacas you have to buy a lama too because they are very protective over alpacas and will fight off coyotes and mountain lions?

woah cool.

um, when did the brinks home security commercials become so scary that they actually freak me out a little? i feel like i've seen a few brinks commershes that were borderline scary, sort-of creepyish but holy eff i just watched a new commercial and it had me hiding under the bed!

so, the scene: some chick is saying goodbye to some friends that were leaving her random house party...they seem to be the last to leave but then this guy walks out behind them and the girl is like, "oh hey, it was nice to meet you aj" and he's like "yeah!" flashes her an awkward, cutesy smile, he blushes, she blushes, and her friends are giving her faces like "omg he's so cute! who is he? can we fuck him?!" and she gives them a face back being like "i have no idea who this random guy is but he's so h.o.t!! i wish i wasn't on my period or i'd totally fuck him!"...

so she goes back inside, locks the door, blows out some candles, and for a second you get a glimpse of something rustling outside in the bushes. (hair on my neck stands up) however the girl didn't see it because she was too busy picking up after her lame-looking party, but us viewers saw something suspicious! so the girl is cleaning out what is presumably a salsa bowl at the kitchen sink when all of a sudden she looks out this side glass door, see's aj and is probably thinking in her head "game on!" but not so fast...aj's face isn't cute anymore...it's evil! ahhh, evil aj!

ahhhh! she screams, i scream...

aj breaks the glass door and takes a step in, all hell breaks loose, shrieks are shrieked from everywhere and the brinks system is waling in the background. aj skiddaddles. the girl hurdles her bed to answer the phone. brinks is on the other end informing her that their computer system detected a break-in (the operator of course looking like he works somewhere really cool and high-tech when you know they outsource that shit to india), he asks is she okay, she says yeah but no, yada yada the police come and the girl is rest assured that her brinks home security system saved her life blah blah.

uhhh, hello! this was some serious stuff to happen all in 30 seconds! it had me on the edge of my seat. when i saw aj's once-cute face go all evil i literally jumped! i didn't expect that! if anything i thought he was going to come back and save her or something. nope, he wanted her DEAD!

oh and did you know brinks security is now "broadview security"....uh marketing mistake! brinks is a much cooler word, duh idiots.


OMG SPEAKING OF IDIOTS - i'm an idiot because i just googled the brinks commercial and it is of course on youtube. i should have known that before typing out the transcript! dammit! oh well, enjoy it for yourself!

i think this is the most exclamation points i have used in a post! ever!

some things in life are fact.

fact

asian girls over-accessorize. i'm not saying it's a bad thing. i'm also not saying it's a good thing. what i am saying is that they always have a lot goin on...what, with the charm bracelets and the hats and the bags and the ring pops and the necklaces and the earrings and the scarves and the dress over the jeans with the uggs with the vest with the hello kitty tshirt with the pockets with the zippers with the sash with the you get it.

fact

if i really put my mind to it - i can cook like an em-effer. holy shizz i make some amazing food. i made myself dinner tonight and it was even better than my expectations. in fact, it was so good i wanted to puke it up so that i could re-eat it. (and you know i wouldn't do that because i have puke issues.) but anyway, yum. i'll be the best husband ever someday. even though i'll more than likely also be a divorcee because my overly-fed, obese partner will surely have to be air lifted out of our house via a crane. and the local news will, of course, run the story on the ten o'clock news (an obvious neilsen ratings dreamland) and i'll certainly never live that down. my neighbors will stare at me as i mow the lawn, call me an "enabler" behind my back. a heartless enabler, at that, because news travels fast on facebook. status: ryansumner is now single. what's a person to do though? you know after gastric bypass surgery their face never looks the same - i call it withdrawn horseface syndrome. think al roker. therefore i will have to get divorced.

fact

slow walkers should be sent to gitmo. in fact, they should be sent there on a rocket. seriously, life has no purpose for you. you only make sidewalks dangerous for those of us walking at a normal pace. i'm not saying you should rush through life, but my god, pick up your feet and get to wherever you're going already. jesus mary and joseph. do you have some bad news to tell someone and you're lolligagging about doing so? is this a game? who can walk the slowest? well, you win. ugh. it's not even fun to walk slow so i have no idea what you're doing...other than annoying the piss out of me.

fact

i'm a realllllly good judge of character. do i date what i deserve? sometimes, but most times i date beneath myself. that shouldn't come across as conceited because it isn't. we all deserve the best. the sad thing is that i always see them coming...from a mile away. and they're all the same. it doesn't take much nor does it take long for me to interpret what they're up to and what they're about. don't forget that either because i certainly won't let myself forget it.

fact

sometimes i think smoking pot is a good idea. i saw "it's complicated" last night and they made smoking pot look like a ton of fun. considering the fact that people love to smoke pot, and since it's practically a timeless, treasured past time, i'm going to go ahead and make the assumption that pot is fun. but i've never smoked pot in my life and i really like the fact that i'm so militant in my ways. therefore i will continue to be drug free.

fact

since i was a kid i was absolutely sure that working the checkout position at a grocery store was the coolest job ever. while waiting in line to purchase the ingredients for my divine dinner, i'm still absolutely convinced about that. i could scan stuff alllll day long. it never gets old. scan beep scan beep scan beep. it's heaven really! although i wish it paid better.

fact

i'm slowly becoming an alcoholic. what to do, what to do? maybe i'll get a part-time job at the grocery store...just working weekends at the checkout, happily scanning. and at the end of my shift i'll buy a classic sausage tombstone pizza (purchased with my employee discount, of course), go home, put on some sweatpants, eat my pizza and watch reruns of roseanne.

fact

that'd be pretty perfect.

i just finished watching teenwolf. say what?! i know. i probably haven't seen this movie in its entirety since the late 80's. woah, blast from the past. and i knew from the moment it came on the tv (thank you starz!) that i was about to take a hazy trip down memory lane, and that this movie would make me feel weird and reflective. let me explain: a few, select movies do that to me...you know, movies of yesteryears that transcend you to a place and time where the plot didn't quite make sense, due to your youth and naivete, but now as an adult you can relate to and interpret the movie on an entirely different level? you finally understand the real concept that was once deflected by simple innocence? it's a cute feeling. it's similar to watching the golden girls as a kid, and then watching that show as an adult. it has an entirely different meaning. if you don't understand any of that, it's okay. it's hard to explain. short story: it made me think about a few, universal truths that i hadn't before:

taylor lautner doesn't hold a candle to michael j. fox in his prime. sorry tweens. mjf isn't about muscle, isn't the obvious heart throb...he's average. and that's the point. he's an average guy with a great heart.

also

the cliche expression "the grass is always greener on the other side" will always be one of life's unsettling truths. it applies to so many facets of life. you will always want what you don't have. and, when you finally get what you want, it will never be good enough. bigger, better. you will always pass up who you're supposed to be with, pass up those that love you the most, and instead you will seek the beautiful, the wealthy, the more fameous, the all-around greener grass. and for you i can only hope that your foolishness and shallow dreams fade and that you'll embrace the things and people that are good for you.

and finally,

i am boof. and i know exactly how she feels. so many times throughout my life. but she wins in the end. and so did he.

the moral of this post: be yourself. be smart. be decent. and don't overlook what's under your nose. there's more important things in life than really green grass. and if you realize that before it's too late...congrats.

your final free-throw will undoubtedly win the game.

there are few things funnier in this life than fat monica dancing. actually, fat monica everything makes my life just a little bit better.

i'm really upset about the mileage between my apartment and the nearest papa john's restaurant.



really?

even if i had a car, it would be a little redic to go that far for pizza. although, don't get me wrong, i probably would do it. ooops. for some unknown reason, i love papa john's pizza. maybe its simple nostalgia from living a block away from a papa john's back in my iowa city days or maybe it's just that good of pizza. either way, chicago isn't trying to give them any business. now, there are hundreds of great, authentic pizza places in chicago. deep dish anybody? but apparently, there's no room for chains. even pizza huts are few and far between. oh wait, my bad, domino's is like an effing cult here, which is weird because their pizza is sick ass. barf. vom.com

give me my papa!

i think it's a pizza conspiracy. mob connection? political cover-up? this is chicago after all.

i've been so emo lately it's pretty much disgusting. i'd puke on myself if i didn't have such a phobia about puking.

(i literally cry like a baby whenever i puke. i get so scared!)

anyway, song lyrics have been hitting my ear like i've never heard music before. i swear, its like i'm listening to the song lyrics more than ever and becoming one of those people that quote song lyrics as an attempt to express oneself.

gross, right? and it's not that the song lyrics are just so genius that it makes me stop dead in my tracks and be like wow that's amazing, i've never thought about it that way before!

i do make one, small exception though: jordin sparks is a lyrical genius. take for instance these gems:

"you fire words but all they do is ricochet, you think i'm paying the price, but it's not costing me" --walking on snow

or

"all these tears are just drops in the ocean baby, you barely even cross my mind, no no, and it doesn't hurt that much, it was only a papercut." --papercut

fucking brilliant.

but like i said, she's the exception. more times than not lyrics just hit you like, oh, that's an interesting way to express a feeling that i can relate to. or maybe it's comforting to hear someone sing about stuff that's currently going on in your life. the words, the music, the melody -- they make something ugly all of a sudden seem very pretty.

i don't know what it is, but it's altogether ridiculous. i'm going to stop myself from sharing lyrics near and dear to my heart on here, you're welcome, but just know that i too am flawed -- i have an emo alter ego.

don't worry tho - you won't catch me in skinny jeans and a leather jacket anytime soon. i draw a line somewhere.

new year, new miranda.

i think text messaging is ruining communication and civilization as we know it.

it's too easy on us. our lives are becoming soooo convenient and instant and unemotional that something important is being tossed out the window. commitment, responsibility, devotion...something important, just...gone. we're all so lazy.

and i am just as guilty as you.

i hate to talk on the phone, as do many people, so how convenient is it that we can just text something to someone without having to be in an actual conversation?

perfect, right?

sort of. at first, in my opinion, text messaging was like a post-it note. it's like, i want to throw something out there, just fyi, get back to me when you can. actually, its just a heads up, i'll call you in five minutes.

makes sense.

but things have taken a turn for the worse. nowadays, i almost exclusively text people...i treat it like a doorbell.

ding dong, hello! i'm here, are you?

and what's considered text etiquette? we all have our own.

to me, if someone text messages me, if i am by my phone and am able to text back, i will respond right away. some people don't do that though, and it sort of drives me insane. but then i feel even more insane because i'm under this umbrella of delusion that text messaging is a respectable form of communication. it's not - it's short, choppy, vague, emotionless, and it's all-around lethargic. people don't care about texts...sometimes i get so many a day it gets hard to even keep track of the conversation. it's so sloppy. so careless.

it's like we're all validating the fact that none of us are important enough to press talk and be in a real-time, brain-to-brain conversation and instead punch out some letters on a screen like a monkey and send it off into satellite oblivion, where we never really know if it was received or regarded by the recipient.

unless you have blackberry bbm.

woahhhhhh nelly. then the rules change dramatically. now i know that the message was sent AND (here's the kicker) that you've read it.

here's where it gets tricky - if you sit on it...well that's enough to make any sane person go completely crazy. if you read it, and don't respond in like 5 minutes, my mind goes straight to the loony bin. are you avoiding me? do you not care enough to respond right away? am i annoying you? is something wrong? what did i do? omggggggggggggggggggggggg.

this world is so effed.

and don't even get me started about texting and dating. oh shizz. it's the worst thing ever. so many confusions and complications specific and unique to the world of texting, sexting, drunkxting. it's really quite awful.

and somewhere i should bring up the not-so-related but-sort-of-is-kinda point that, more times than not, i will only wish someone a happy birthday via facebook.

how insincere.

how 2010.

how effed up are we all? (!)

getting verrrry irritated by reading about how warm it is in LA. all my californian friends are loving their californian lifestyles in the californian sun...and i'm laying here in bed staring outside, getting all panicky.

i love chicago, i love the vibe of this city, i love how beautiful it is, it's the only city i feel comfortable in.

BUT DAMN GINA IT IS SO EFFING COLD OUTSIDE!!!!!!!! GODDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!

i know, i know. i get this way every winter. i get cabin fever, i get pissed whenever i have to be outside waiting for a bus or walking here and there, i get all bipolar.

it's not cute.

and it makes me wonder if i REALLY want to buy a home in chicago knowing full well that i hate 3 months out of the year here.

but i couldn't imagine living anywhere else.

or could i?

i'm imagining LA right now.

this kind of bitching will only get worse throughout the rest of this month and next. enjoy!

i recommend opening up your itunes and downloading the free song currently featured in the istore... it's by a guy/band - Dan Black - and they're promoting his new album. the song is SUHWEET. it's called symphonies.

i think you'll like it. i do.

gimme gimme symphonies...

happy new year everybuddy!