Not even going to try to come up with a title

FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY- I'M SO BORED!

But aren't I always?

Last night I went to some magazine premiere party with my roommate, for something called Vanguard or something that starts with a V. The girl throwing the party, this pretentious art school student without the art school, sent out numerous fliers, Friendster messages, emails, etc about the event and even told the roommate that there would be an open bar. Hence, my reason for going. Weeeelllll....the thing was supposed to start at 10, so of course we got there at 10:15 to take full advantage of the alleged free drinks, b/c let's be honest I'm a whore for free shit. Give me a t-shirt with your shitty website, I'll take it. Free CD for your sucky ass band? Sure, why not. I digress...so we get to Star Shoes, the site of this "party" and what do we find but about 6 people in the bar, not a group of 6, more like 3 sets of 2, none who seem to be celebrating any magazine debut (unless they were doing so silently). I guess this is why showing up fashionably late is necessary- to avoid being the douche who beats the hostess to her own party. After paying $6 for parking, we weren't going home without a fight (or a drink) so we galloped over to Improv Olympic for a drink and watched the other people who weren't stood up by a party mingle. Short story long- we ended up going back to Star Shoes later, there was no open bar whatsoever, and it wasn't even a party but more like one girl with a few post cards advertising the magazine. Moral of this little tale- this is why I don't like leaving the house.

And I'm not stopping there.

Tonight I'm going to my friend Justin's Pajama Jammy Jam but have yet to find/buy any pajamas. I don't own any, save this Felix the Cat get-up my mom bought me a couple of years ago. I like to sleep in old t-shirts and undies, that's just how I roll. So I'm thinking about hitting up Marshall's at lunch to check out their selection of nightwear, but as usual I have no money so it will have to be something under $10. I'm such a fucking broken record- I'm bored, I'm broke, I'm tired, I'm hungry. Jesus Christ, how do my friends not punch me in the face?

Back to doing absolutely nothing.
R.

She's baaaaaaack

Yes, it's me. I've been slacking on the personal blogging while opting to use the "we" form over at ToTC. I only have so many hours in the day, I can't possibly get it up to do more than one post. But alas, I'm here and I'm bored or I'm bored and I'm here, however you want to look at it.

Today I got an email from Friendster saying they've noticed I haven't visited them in a while. Jesus Christ- I don't even get emails like that from my own mother (of course, she's in Texas and has to pay to fly me back, so the less often the better). I wish I could reply, I'm sure I could, but I know it would go to some anonymous postmaster what-have-you and would really only be funny for about a second.

I'm going to a pool party this weekend and the thought of it is what's been driving me all week. Without it, the future would not look so bright. In preparation, I decided to keep the diet restricted this week, meaning no chips w/ my sandwich. I'm hardcore. But being an idiot I bought that pannido thing from Jack in the Box and later looked up the caloric content online- it was something like 800 calories and 50 fat grams. I wanted to vomit. Too bad I'm not bulemic. Though I hear it doesn't do wonders for your teeth.

I'm reading the best book right now. It's called Blue Angel, by some lady with the last name Prose, which made me think a) of course she became a writer and b) lame. But the book is great, it's kind of erotic in a way, actually in a lot of ways, but I feel myself tense up as I read it. Maybe I'm just sick, but if you've ever seen Lolita and found yourself rooting for her to end up with Humbert Humbert, then you'd like this book. The writing itself is so fucking great, some of the lines I read then just want to tell someone. In fact, this one line I can't remember exactly, it went something like this- I've been taking small sips trying to convince myself I wasn't drinking- but of course better than what I just wrote, anyway I ran in to read it to the roommate and she said that we should put that up somewhere. I guess b/c I like it, for no other reason. I can't really apply it to my actual life in any way.

My time is up.
R.

When did Vince Vaughn get fat?

I guess he's eating for two (cause, you know, Jen doesn't eat).

R.

Random post about Terry McMillan

Is it just me or does anyone else find it hilarious that Stella got her groove back not with a hot Jamaican who looks like Taye Diggs but with a "scheming fag"? Seriously, if they would remake the movie with these new developments or even make a sequel- How Stella's Groove Was Stolen By a Scheming Fag- I would definitely go see it. And I have to admit, right here, right now, that I actually saw the original in the theater. So strange, why did that happen? Was there nothing else playing? I remember afterwards saying to my friend (I think it was Kelly) "I don't think Stella ever did get her groove back." And I remember thinking I was so funny. Some things never change.

Oh, and I went to Vegas last weekend and lost money. Shocker. I was okay with it but as time passes, I regret some of the decisions I made (i.e. getting drunk and playing video blackjack...very bad idea, it's just so easy to keep hitting that "bet max" button).

R.