30 April 2009

Dubai forecast.

Wolverine is Awesome. But here are two more good reasons to see the movie:

Daniel Henney and Taylor Kitsch. Helloooo boys.


The thing about being 30

It's something that's been written about forever, that you hear, read and see on television, in film, in science -- but I never believed it until it happened to me and my friends (both guys and girls).

When you turn 30, everything becomes clear. It's like this great fog lifts -- a fog you never knew was there before. And all of a sudden you're incredibly focused, have a nearly overnight transition to amazing clarity of thought, are producing the best, most efficient work of your life, need far less sleep than before, and, for me, more than ever, know exactly what I want and how to get it. My friends and I think it might have something to do with hormones settling down, and our bodies finally getting used to themselves. I don't know what it is, but I kind of like it.

Even though I did a lot of stuff in my 20s, I vividly remember feeling like I spent the entire decade haphazardly throwing spaghetti against the wall, waiting to see what stuck. I really bumbled through those ten years of my life -- pie-in-the-sky goals, bad relationships, misguided decision-making. I never really knew what I was doing or where I was going -- I just knew I had to keep moving. Oh, and of course, there's no one as impossibly (uncomfortably) smug as a 20-something, so I'm pretty sure I was a total prat. But looking back, my closest friends and I joke that we wish we could have skipped our 20s, that they were pretty much a big waste of time (-- only semi-joking...).

Anyway, that's the thought for the day. 30-something isn't that bad -- in fact, it's pretty much great, far better than my 20s. What did Carrie say in Sex and the City? Something like: Your 20s are for making the mistakes. Your 30s are for learning the lessons.

Yeah.

28 April 2009

The wisdom of Hooters wet-naps

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Things that make me happy, LA edition: susan. ami. sunshine. being forced to eat healthy food because unhealthy options are near-impossible to come by. the sunset marquis. the villa pool at the sunset marquis. all the happy dogs at runyon canyon. the crudites at the andaz restaurant. hollywood goths and rockers. the quiet at night. being able to wear ridiculous shoes because you drive everywhere anyway. no allergies.

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Um.

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Apple tart at Andaz

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25 April 2009

I need a lyrics sheet.

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Our personal mariachi band. Love.

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Fries at Moz with Blue Cheese, omg

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Agoura Hills

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Malibu

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Here I am, Malibu

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Perfect Day

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"This is the windy curvy road that's in all the Austin Powers movies!" - Ami

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"This is the windy curvy road that's in all the Austin Powers movies!" - Ami

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5 lbs of fake fat!

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"Free Blue Belly Lizards"

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19 April 2009

It doesn't take a lot to make me happy.

I mean, I guess that's kind of a weird thing to say, but I was walking home from my class tonight and I was really happy -- mostly because I'd just had a really fun (but tough) class and was walking down a huge empty avenue in the dark. And it's Sunday night -- Sunday nights always make me pretty happy. Ooh and I have a fun breakfast tomorrow with Amy and Erin. Maybe I'll get a poached egg. Poached eggs make me super-happy.

Dear YouTube, Why.

It's only Sunday, just breathe.

So much to do in the next four days before running away to LA on Friday. Two syllabi (syllabuses?) to write today, a class tonight (reviving an old hobby from c. 2007... more on this later), breakfasts, lunches, classes all week with course evaluations, interviews to schedule, advance stories to file, award shows to attend, market appointments, LAUNDRY to do (I actually have to schedule laundry, like write it down in my agenda otherwise I'd forget), dinner with C tomorrow night, T-Mobile or Lifeball on Tuesday?, and then a NJ sojourn to the new W Hoboken for opening night Thursday before booking a car and hightailing it to the airport at the crack of dawn Friday. Whew.

18 April 2009

Does anyone else remember this?

I lived for this song in 9th grade.

"You're looking for the boy of your dreams who is the same boy of the dreams of all your friends..."



Speaking of 9th grade, I think I listened to my Voice of the Beehive cassette tape over 500 times that year...

"There are monsters, there are angels. There's a peacefulness and a rage inside us all. There is sugar, there is salt. There is ice and there is fire in every single heart."

Friday night