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June, 2008

  1. Finale Letdown

    June 12, 2008 by me

    Why are all Bravo shows anti-climatic? Just watched the Top Chef finale (dont worry, I wont spoil it), and it was like, woo-hoo, you won… Yay… Clap, clap… Golf clap…Roll credits. The same with Step It Up and Dance (yes, I love dance shows, bite me!). It was like, Yay! After all this hard work that you have put in, all we are going to do is say you are the winner and roll credits. No balloons dropping from the sky. No confetti, maybe champagne, but maybe not. BORING! The letdown of the finale is SO brutal it almost makes me not want to watch any more of their lineup. What’s the point when all you get is a pat on the back over the credit roll?

    The only finale I have seen on Bravo that is good is Project Runway, and thats just because the winner’s are usually the most flamboyant and dramatic ones, so they make their own finale. Seriously, Bravo. You give away $100,000 like its nothing, and then you dont even have the decency to have confetti drop from the ceiling? All you win on Dancing with the Stars is that stupid disco ball and they still dish out confetti and dance music. Note to Bravo: you carry the most dramatic and viewer intriguing reality shows to date…throw in some music and make your Top Chefs and Dancers and Project Runners feel like the $100,000 they are…and dont make us viewers feel like we’ve missed the party.

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  2. Short, sporadic thoughts during commerical breaks

    June 11, 2008 by me

    The Cubs are in first place, so I must watch every game for the rest of the season so I can make them win with my positive thoughts…watch Fever Pitch and welcome to my obsession. (btw, I’m watching the Cubs game, so my thoughts will be schizo at best!)

    I went running yesterday. Well, more like jogging…who am I kidding, I jogged for a block then heaved a lung out onto Marine Drive…but preceded to fakerun-jogalk to Montrose Harbor, where I saw lots and lots of sailboats and dreamed of the day I would own one…and learn how to command one…or know someone who had one…but back to running…I was never an athlete. I played volleyball in high school for one year and found out that a 5’1″ Filipino was not going to be able to spike or block, so I turned to dancing, which I miss, but it was never like, run five miles and then we will do jazz runs across the floor. I have never been a good runner. Or athlete. So what made me want to run yesterday? Probably a lack of quality TV or sports on…and you ask if I ran today when the weather is beautiful and perfect? Hell no! There’s a cubs game on! (plus my quads still hurt, but that would just be complaining…)

    Someone recently asked me when I think I will get married. I told them I wasn’t sure I ever would. They looked at me with sad puppy eyes and said, “Aw, don’t think that way…it’ll happen!” To which I proceeded to roll my eyes and explain (for the umpteenth time) that I was sure I would end up with someone of the opposite sex as a life partner, but I didn’t think I needed a piece of paper to justify that commitment. To which the person proceeded to again quip with puppy eyes, “Oh, you’re just being pessimistic. You just haven’t found the person you are going to marry yet.” To which I proceeded to poke out my eyes with the chopsticks I was holding and then took those chopsticks and shoved them into this person’s jugular…
    then I snapped back into reality and discovered that my chow mein had arrived. “Would anyone like some chopsticks?” the waitress asked us. And thus, a story was born.

    I downloaded music yesterday from iTunes (don’t worry, Mom, I had a gift card). The playlist is so completely random that I must list them here:
    Colbie Caillat’s album
    Rihanna’s “Shut Up and Drive” (got me running yesterday, didn’t it?)
    Kayne West’s “Stronger”
    Madonna/Timberlake’s “4-minutes”
    Gavin DeGraw’s new album
    The Last Goodnight’s new album
    Ingrid Michaelson’s new album

    My dog is looking at me right now from the couch wondering what the hell I am doing. A friend of mine asked me why I keep a blog of all my thoughts. I kinda think my friend looks at me like my dog does when I am spewing my guts online. My thoughts just go faster with a keyboard. I kept a blog when I was studying abroad in London, and I loved it. It was more to make ex-boyfriends who were online stalking me (pre-twitter) feel jealous of all the fun I was having without them, and also to update my family on my whereabouts in my “cultural” studies. Then when I came back, I decided that living in LA was enough to fill millions of pages of books, so why not digital intact them online?  That way I could feel validated later on in life that I lived…since my thoughts were online. Now I blog because it is a healthy outlet for my sporadic thoughts of life as a twentysomething, and because people read it, and because its cool, and I can say things like, “oh, I am so writing that in my blog!” (its cool, people, it is!). Why do I blog? Because I like to write. I have something to say. And all my friends are sick of me talking about my unhealthy obsessions with TV dance shows and contemplative thoughts that borderline pessimism. But mostly I blog because it gives me something to do during commercial breaks of Cub games.

    Things you may not know about me…which will constantly be updated so my future boyfriend can know what he is getting himself into BEFORE we’ve even met (!)…and are now listed in the About Me section:

    I am obsessed with the History Channel, especially Digging for the Truth and Mega Disasters, which is hilarious because I hated both my history classes and my Earthquake class.

    I have a weakness for Baskin/Robbins Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream. Have been known to eat half the carton in one sitting.

    I want to own a theatre company so my actress sister will always have a place to perform.

    Ok, Cubs are up two in the fourth. I just saw this shirt and I should’ve bought it. It read, “Curse? What Curse? with a picture of a goat, and the back read “This is our year!”….but notice how it didnt have a date on what year…haha…I heart the Cubs.

    OMG. I just logged off without publishing this post, and I thought I had lost it. Almost had a coronary there. Especially since I know this post is Pulitzer Prize worthy…hehe…and I forgot to spellcheck :)

    Category Contemplations., Random Ramblings., Sports. | Tags: , | 3 Comments

  3. Non-motivation…the new procrastination?

    June 4, 2008 by me

    I got rejected from USC twice – first as a bright-eyed high school senior craving the bright lights of La-La Land, and then again as a weathered transfer student, trying desperately to seek my dream school from the opposite coast at the University of Miami.  All I could think about for two years was going to USC. I lived it, breathed it, and I wanted it. 2 years later, I was accepted as a transferred theatre major, and thus my “dream” had become a reality.

    I would eventually end up leaving theatre because I couldn’t justify my parents spending $40,000 a semester so I could paint sets and act out one-acts with football players who needed a fine arts credit to graduate and get drafted. I ended up with a Communications degree and a film minor. But that was hardly the point. When I got to USC, I was so excited. I had finally achieved my goal…the goal I had wanted since I was about 10. USC. Wow. I got in, I did what I said I was going to do. And now I was here. And now that I was here…what do I do now? This is the thought that plagued me. I was finally at the endgame, and now I had no idea where to go or what to pursue. I had achieved my goal, and now I was done. The only goal left to do now was to graduate, and that really didn’t take motivation…that took financial status. I had lost my drive to push myself to “the goal”…and I always wondered if I would ever have another goal in sight.

    I didn’t have another goal until I left USC.

    Point of story? I am at that crossroads again in my life…where I find myself attaining my goal and start to become lacks-a-daisical…unmotivated…basically a blob. A cute, content blob, but a blob nonetheless.  My first “real” job (aka health benefits provided) led to my current job, which is basically the perfect job for me at the moment. Yes, all jobs are not perfect, there are times, yadda..yadda…but it combines my love for technology and creativity and actually justifies my days at USC, and I just feel great and comfortable in this current job…and therein lies the rub. I have achieved my “goal”, and now I am not motivated to do anything. I am…comfortable. I own my own place, have a dog, drive a car, and can still afford a dinner out every once in a while (depending on how much money I use on gas!!). For two years prior, I have pined for this job. I have wanted this job. And now, it is my job. And I love it. And now, six months into it, I find I am completely comfortable…and also unmotivated, with nary a goal in sight. Sure I want to lose a few pounds, and I would love to start a band, but these are not the “goals” that I pine for. I am, for once, totally content with my condo, my dog, my life…although my social life could use improvement, but who’s can’t? I have no 5-year plan, no immediate, life-altering goals…NADA.

    And I feel like I should be motivated – I’m 27, unattached, I have the world at my fingertips…I feel like I should be conquering the world, falling in love, etc. etc… – but I’m not, and have no interest in doing so. I have no motivation for goals…way too much work.

    I guess I need a new goal, but besides watching crappy summer TV and dance shows (SYTYCD!), I appear to be an unmotivated, but highly content gal. Which is strange. Cause I’m never content. And I’m always trying to figure out what to do next. But suddenly, I feel like doing nothing….its not like I am putting my life on hold…I just have no immediate goals. And in this world of immediacy and our rushed society, and the fact that when I was 10 I wanted to be 18 and was in such a rush to grow up, have I finally learned to take a breath?

    So the question remains: can an unmotivated existence be the answer to a good life?

    Category Contemplations., Life Observations. | Tags: | 2 Comments

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