Romancing the Bride

Last Sunday night I was incredibly sick. I was throwing up all night long rather than sleeping. (I'm attributing this to some type of food poisoning, but it might have just been the flu. You never can tell with these things.) This was bad for two reasons. A, because throwing up is NEVER good, particularly when it's the kind where you have nothing to throw up, but you still do it anyway. And B, because the following day was the planned departure for a week-long, spring break vacation. Well, thank goodness I went anyway. And since I went and since I was sick that day while everyone else was out and about at the beach, I found I had a lot of time on my hands. I don't know if you get like this when you're sick, but when I'm not feeling well and dealing simultaneously with nausea and a migraine, I really don't feel like doing much of anything. So, I didn't. I just laid there on the couch in our condo, staring at the ocean, wishing I felt better. When this didn't work and got particularly boring, I found myself reaching for the remote and turning on the tube. To my dismay, I found some lame, girly show on the Oxygen network. I kept it on long enough just to try and figure out where I recognized the main actress from... and then it happened. Or should I say HE happened. Oh wow... the most good-looking Mexican man I have ever seen in my entire life. Even with a shirt on, you couldn't help but see his ripling pecs and biceps. It was amazing. I switched on and off from that show and James Bond just so I could get another look. I swear, that must be the ONLY way that the Oxygen channel can get people to watch their made for TV movies (this one being entitled "Romancing the Bride," I think speaks for itself)... getting extremely good-looking men on there just so women can get a second peek. Anyway, so I saw part of the cheezy, sappy, ridiculously stupid romantic comedy about some snotty American girl cum blonde, exotic damsel in distress as she randomly marries a Mexican in Mexico as she's preparing for her own wedding to an American. SO messed up, and SO funny that people write this crap. Anyway... so I watched TV and I half enjoyed it. And now I want to date someone from another country again. The End.

Get a Life: Watch TV

For the past two weeks, I've been substite teaching in a Resource classroom at a local middle school. It's been a VERY interesting job. And, although I would love to blog about that at this juncture, something more pressing/mindboggling has been weighing on my mind the past 24 hours.

Yesterday during lunch, I got into a conversation with one of the aids that works with the students in Resource. We began talking about books and then movies, which eventually led to this woman talking about television... something which admittedly I know little about. She was going on and on about a bunch of television shows that she watches and that I should watch and blah, blah, blah, blah. It really meant nothing to me and didn't really interest me in the slightest, for two reasons: A, She and I do NOT have the same taste (I can listen politely to her ideas and still disagree inwardly); and B, Because I don't hardly watch television and haven't really much at all for the past two and a half years. I brought up the afore-mentioned facts to this lady, including that I don't watch TV because I don't have time/inclination. She seemed utterly shocked at all of this, and replied exasperatedly, "Wow, you need to get a life!"
Let us pause for a moment and reflect on what truly just happened.

Here was this woman who treats fashion and celebrities as her Gods and allows TV to rule her life so much so that she sits at home on a Friday night (or any given night, for that matter) in order to watch these particular shows to which she is a slave (this is gleaned from our conversation)... this woman was telling ME that I need to "get a life" and start watching TV in order to be like her. Is this woman even happy? Is her life of television gratifying? I just don't quite follow. In the context of the conversation this woman was telling me that I needed to get a life and start watching TV rather than the intellectually, physically, spiritually, and socially-stimulating activities in which I generally participate. Hmm... interesting. It's sad to me that she'd rather watch other people living their TV lives as opposed to living her own. It's even more sad that she couldn't believe that life could/should be different for anyone else.

DISCLAIMER #1: Don't get me wrong... I'm not condemning anyone for watching TV. I don't usually care for it personally, but that's just me. TV is not the point here. It's that any one person could be shocked that I don't watch TV and choose to use my free time for other pursuits. Am I missing something here? Is it SO bad that I don't watch TV?

(**DISCLAIMER #2: I am not a self-righteous snob. Just because I don't watch TV doesn't make me any better than someone who does. That is all.)

"Where Does the Time Go? We're Waking Up So Slowly. Days Are Horizontal Lately."

I just like this lyric from the Metric song "Succexy," which happens to be the song currently playing on my page for those of you interested. Yet I digress...

So, it's Saturday, April 1st, roughly 8:30 in the AM Pacific Standard Time. My question is, what is a young woman in her early twenties (myself) doing up so early in the morning on a Saturday? Why would anyone get up so early on a Saturday unless work of some type was involved ("work"ing out included)? Well, I'll try to answer that in as concise a way as I know how at this point in time. (Concise, my foot.) Currently, I am substitute teaching for two weeks for a resource teacher in a middle school. This means that I have to be at school at 7:30 in the morning. Yeah, that's right. I said SEVEN THIRTY. (This is good for two reasons... okay, so really just one reason: I get out of school (work) at 2:30, when the rest of the blue-collared working populace doesn't get out until about two and a half hours later.) So, because I have to be to school early, I get up early during the weekdays. And even weirder (for me, that is) I've been actually going to bed "early." (For the last six or so years of my life, the average time I went to bed was somewhere around 2 AM. Now remember, average means EARLIER and LATER.) It's weird, but kind of good.

Okay... so I'm just rambling about nothing now, which we can chalk up to a sleepless night of tossing and turning. Let's just get down to it: The point I'm trying to make is that when it comes to the ONLY day of the week that I can sleep in (Saturday), I can't sleep in! I woke up today at 6 AM without an alarm and haven't been able to sleep since then. Is there something wrong with this? Yes, I think so. I WANT TO SLEEP IN! I've always been an early riser, but could at least sleep in on Saturdays. What has changed this? Has someone been slipping me some non-sleep drug that keeps me up? (Be warned that if it's YOU, watch your back. I may be little, but I can pack a punch, and you don't want to find out the hard way.) I just don't know. But, you can bet your bottom dollar I am going to get to the bottom of this. And how...

P.S. Did you notice that I was seeing how many parenthetical inclusions (or whatever you choose to call them) I could make in one simple blog? I think I did well for only a two-paragraph blog (Don't you?). That is all.