i think a pretty good accomplishment

is making other people believe you're a confident person.

i have zero confidence. zero. but, being the lucky girl i am, i have an ability to appear confident at certain crucial times.

i start a new job wednesday. that might be a good time.

i used my perceived confidence during my several interviews, and i also used it the day i had to knock on my dad's door to tell him that not only had i been interviewing, but i'd been offered another job.

i'll admit to being internally jealous of people who have unfaltering poise - except for like, kathy griffith, because while she comes off as seemingly totally confident, she happens to be just not funny, and that's sad.

a hard part for me to absorb also is when people tell you something like "no one has it all figured out," which we all know is total bull corn. because you at look at like, tina fey, and you know homegirl definitely knows something i don't. until tina fey asks me for a storyline, or, say, financial advice, i'm calling bullshit.

and of course, everyone tells you that you never admit to not being self-assured, and i don't really get that either. because when you're driving somewhere with someone else in the car, and you don't really know where you're going, you're going to get there a lot faster if you speak up sooner than later.

anyway, as jeff the unofficial IT guy at my now-previous job was uninstalling all my personal stuff from my computer last week, and my trainee was continuing to tell me about the $2500 hairless cat she bought when she moved here two months ago, it occurred to me that kathy griffith seems to be a pretty honest person, and she'd probably admit to being totally chicken shit about starting a new job after resting idle in her comfort zone for almost two years, and you know what? she's honest about her physical imperfections, too, and interestingly, she's kind of honest about not being funny, and she still hangs out with her parents, and she thought that her picture on the worst-dressed list was a great picture of her, and i thought that was a good attitude to have.

i need to get rid of my cable like, yesterday.

anyway, my long-winded point can be summed up into some sweet-ass bullet points:


-if you don't see me online so much, don't worry: i didn't "actually off myself" like you thought i will some day, i'm just busy at my new big girl job, and i can't hang out in the cyberspace lunchroom so much anymore;

-i'm pretty confident in the fact that i'm not confident at all, so there's that;

and

-one time for my internship in college, i had to call tina fey's office about an event thing we were doing, and her assistant was kind of snotty to me, or i just made that up because i didn't actually secure her;

-sometimes i do think kathy griffith is funny.

wish me luck.

make it stop

i've been having off-the-hook, inexplicably weird dreams lately.

from being a copilot in iraq, to last night's adventure, seemingly the worst:

the location is a hotel room: guy ritchie and madonna are recording a video (or in this case, a commercial i guess?). lots of people. lights. equipment.

madonna finds an onion ring on the bed. guy tells her to leave it alone. madonna crouches to her knees, scrambles for the onion ring on the (probably really filthy) hotel room beadspread and sings:

"but it's so delicious! crunchy and nutritious!"

i can even repeat for you the actual tune.

figure that one out, freud.

an asian woman, a metrosexual, and an ego-maniac walk into a sweatshop.

if there's one thing i've learned from project runway, it's that to be a fashion designer you gotta have a rad name:

chole dao
santino rice
daniel vosovic
kara janx
nick verreos (rocking blogspot, what what)
(even daniel franco)

...see, those are all names that you could actually see on the label on the inside of your $210 kimono.

i think people - while questioning why she was still a contestant on this show - grew fond of kara janx and her little 80's side bun. she's a naturally pretty girl, and everyone likes white people with non-american english dialects. but her designs were niche-y (or as she says, neeeeeeesh), and no one really saw her stepping on some necks to get into the final three. so, while she is adorable, and would probably offer you a ride to yoga or show you her tantric tricks after enough sake, her absence won't destroy anyone. (but for big kara fans, never fear - there's a kara janx project runway fall 2006 collection that's apparently already been shown. probably at fashion week. so, she got hers.)

and then, there's nick. there WAS nick. you know right now, he's probably sitting with his mother (whom he dubbs "raquel"), looking in the mirror, agonizing over every wrinkle on his well-groomed, 38 year old face, longing not for the spirit of the final fashion competition, but for the sweet, sweet attention and companionship of his leetle 24 year old lovebug daniel vosovic.

oh shut up. you know those two were totally hot for each other. he is, as he says, a "good boy."

also, he's probably on myspace creating anonymous profile after anonymous profile, specifically made to leave santino nasty comments. (speaking of which, how awesome was it that jay told straight up that he hopes santino gets "canned?")

oh, the travesties of couture.

anyway, it can be agreed that the final three will provide a good finale, considering that chloe doesn't lose it, daniel vosovic can restrain himself from calling nick for whispered sweet nothings and pattern advice, and santino can stop looking in the mirror or leaving myspace comments for people who have no idea who he is that say "one time i made a little dressy dress and nicky hilton said she liked it."

p.s. i think michael kors eats bronzer for breakfast
p.p.s. i don't think austin scarlett has eaten anything for breakfast in two years.

i got memed

i've never done this before, so i thought it might be fun. thanks dasha!

Four (other) jobs that I've had:
serving pizza and leinenkeugel's in college park, MD
video store clerk (they totally had an adult section with regular visitors)
scheduler for a radiation oncologist
serving crappy beer

Four little-known facts about me:
i'm very competitive but i suck at everything so i pretend like competitiveness is gay
the older i get, the more conservative i get
when i was 18, i made a deal with myself for what i'd do if i ever won the lottery, and i swear i'll stick to it
i have several medical conditions that constantly boggle doctors

Four city airports I have been to:
FRA (frankfurt, germany)
LHR (london heathrow, england)
EUG (eugene, oregon)
JFK (new york, new york)

Four favorite male actors:
jake gyllenhaal
rick mayoll
benicio del toro
i'm having trouble thinking of a last one. there's a few i guess.

Four foods that I hate to love:
soup
beef jerkey
dr. pepper
macaroni and cheese

Four web sites (not blogs) I visit daily:
denverpost.com
wellsfargo.com
recipezaar.com
google.com

Four things I want to do before I die:
see a live taping for inside the actor's studio or anything on comedy central
sing a back-up vocal track on a trip-hop album (you don't have to be stupendous for that)
get asked to be on MTV cribs, and politely turn them down
see what life without self-doubt is like

Four people I'm tagging:
zach
michael bolton
luccy
lexxy

sick bags located in the seat pockets in front of you

so, my new hobby is listening to a.m. radio.

aside from super-duper charged independent music (which you can usually only pick up if your antennae is angled just so), a.m. radio is the hub of internationally syndicated talk radio - the medium of choice for political moguls and radio therapists alike.

my favorite, shocking as it may be, is rush limbaugh, simply because it's good talk radio. i certainly don't subscribe to his politics, and i don't think he and i would have any fun together outside of the frequency, but it's great reciprocal dialogue to actually learn the other half's arguments when it comes to crap like taxes, the PATRIOT Act, abortion, and all the other shit republicans constantly bitch about.

anyway, the colorado morning news show is pretty good, too. yesterday, i'm sure in some valentine's week themed nonsense, they had some fancy doctor on promoting his fancy new book, and in the way of promoting things, he kept saying his tagline over and over: "love is something you do, not something you feel."

elementary, yes, and perhaps a little arrogant, but it's true.

the talking heads yapped on about the saturated 'chick flick' market, and how romantic movies have always been formatted to make people think that the butterflies at the beginning of a relationship are what will carry you to your side-by-side coffins and into the pearly gates, something those of us who've seen the other side of butterflies know is a total crock of shit.

it feeds into something kasey brings up a lot - that plato said that art can be dangerous. that in his ideal republic, art should be monitored by the government, because it has such strong effects on people's emotions and world views, can make them irrational, and even incoherent, and create severely false expectations.

it sounds like a miserable place to me. i can already hear the masses gafawing. but if plato's ideal republic is a place void of the most ghastly exploitation of the face in movie history, show me where i sign up.

anyway, happy valentine's day to you. i know we're supposed to hate it and bitch about it and condemn it and say it's crap, but i think it's okay to reserve a day to tell people you love them. i hope you get to spend it with a lover or brother or good friend, or a dog, or people you have to wait on at work, or someone sitting on a bus, or the bartender who served me last night making for an even worse morning today. love is something you do, not just something you feel.

i'm spending valentines day with friends today. and i'm crossing my fingers that things are going to be okay.

"this is gonna be the best coachella EVAH!"



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hey

it's not even the end of 2006's first quarter, and already i've:

been to vegas

quit two jobs

found a new one

been to the mountains

sprained my foot

overdrawn my checking account (but on accident this time, as opposed to the other times)

get to see both brothers and both sisters plus one brotherinlaw in the same room at the same time

manhandled three people on project runway to be my myspace friends

it's like there's a blue canary in the outlet by the lightswitch, who watches over me. so, you know, rock on.

dear daniel vosovic,



aside from accelling full throttle and consistently putting the other designers to shame, and aside from being, in general, the only male designer who keeps his sexuality pretty much under wraps*, and, aside from being what i like to consider a good lookin' fella, i just have one bit of caution:

please don't end up here.

keep up the good work.

p.s. watch out for that chole. she looks like she bites. hard.


* Kasey Version2K4: didn't you watch last night when he talked about coming out?
jezabel245: NO
jezabel245: I ONLY SAW THE END
Kasey Version2K4: yeah
Kasey Version2K4: your whole post is crazy.