Checking In

Hello y'all!
I've gotten 3 emails and one AIM asking me why I don't blog anymore (now mind you, I'm pretty sure those 4 people are ALL of my readers, but still.). I honestly don't have much of a reason, except that I can't really think of anything to say. My life has been weird for the last several months. I moved. Got a crazy code violating landlord. Moved again. Finished the quarter at school. Started the summer quarter. Got SUPER fat. Have pledged to sell out. Was diagnosed with Celiac Disease and still think it's a mistake. And hit the $200,000.00 mark for my student loans. Don't worry. None of it is as serious as it sounds. Mostly I've been observing/learning. "Observing/learning what?", you may ask. Ah, well allow me to answer you.

*Ahem*

• Unless you are holding money in your hand, act as though is doesn't exist.
• I like the show Two and a Half Men and I'm not ashamed to admit it.
• I like Lady Gaga and I am ashamed to admit it.
• Some part of me, deeeep, deep down still believes that I TOO can be Elle Woods.
• Self-deprecation is super in. People love to say they're assholes and tell the world how unsavory of a character they are. I blame Tucker Max.
• I'm a huge asshole and not of good character.
• I used to like children. I don't anymore.
• I used to like puppies. I don't anymore.
• If someone gave me a huge chunk of money and told me I could either feed 100 orphans or get skinny people surgery, I'd get the surgery. I'd rather be a dick than fat. Sadly, I am now both.
• I think my girlfriend is the most beautiful woman in the world. Now, I know this is impossible. What would the most beautiful person in the world be doing with me? But still, it's what I think.
• I'd do pretty much anything to get rid of some of my student loans. I'd even join an armed force. Alas, they may not ask but I sure as hell will tell.
• My least favorite chore is kitty litter.
• I love Family Guy. It makes me happy(ish).
• I have some really brave and tough friends, who have a stronger will than I’ll ever have. Jesus, some of them can bounce!
• I'm lazy, spoiled, and entitled. After carefully scrutinizing my life it is clear that every problem I have is my fault. Fortunately, much of it can be corrected or salvaged, if I stop being so lazy, spoiled, and entitled.
• My family is amazing. My aunts and uncles are insanely accomplished and noble. My cousins are all so smart and talented and are sure to take over the world.
• I'm getting a new baby sibling around Christmas. That's gonna be 5. Now I can say things like, "I am the oldest of 6." Makes me sound like Matt from 7th Heaven...kinda...cause we're only 6. But still.
• Changing your name is annoying. Even 2 years later. It can do things like mess up your passport/travel plans, causing you to miss your flight, trip, and friend of 18 years wedding. neato.
• I have yet to figure out what makes a kitty litter "for multiple cats". They all seem the same to me.
• No seriously, though...why can't I be Elle Woods?
• I've noticed that life is about money. I'm not saying that money makes people happy, but all of the seemingly happy people I know have some. All of the people considering mixing their Klonopin (yes, everyone is on it) and booze until they are comatose, don't.
• I wish Buffy and Gilmore Girls were still on. Those shows made me happy.
• Being a social worker sucks. I feel like any social worker who tells you otherwise is full of shit. Now, I pretty much knew this when I was getting into it, but now I know for sure. Where the hell is my six figure salary for having such a shitty, high risk (gang bangers, addicts, rapist, and other unsavory folks) "helping profession" job?
• I think rapists should receive the same sentence as 2nd and 1st degree murderers (using the same premeditated vs. not, criteria), because they, in essence, have killed a person.
• I HATE the reverend Al Sharpton.
• Papa Joe Jackson is a monster.
• The 30s (even though this is only my 1st year in my 30s) are WAY different than the 20s. Anything past 24 is just not a good idea.
• That's pretty much all I've come up with over the last few months. None of it is groundbreaking, but it's all I've got so far.

well, hello there...

Hi. I think I’ll dust off my blog again and see what happens. To all of my reader who messaged me a few times asking me to start er’ up…well, thanks! Here goes:

I…well...ok so I don’t really have anything to say and I don’t know why I chose tonight to get going again. Um…I could just update you and we’ll start from there.

Let’s see…um…my job and school are stressful, I have too many pets and a baby is moving in with me on Saturday…like pretty much almost perminantly-ish. I’m like almost a mom-type person. Which is pretty much a bad idea. I still fall asleep with my contacts in, curse at the television when the Bears play, leave the iron on, forget to pay my cable bill, think that writing papers while drinking is ok, hate cleaning, HATE my alarm clock, love the wrong people, have holes in my socks, am raising a puppy (and by raising it I mean yelling at it for pooping on the floor b/c I need to wait until the Gilmore Girls rerun I’ve seen several times and have on dvd is over before I take him out) and am planning on faking my death and moving to Tuscany to avoid paying back my student loans. But I love baby…so I guess I’ll do…ok(???) Let’s see…what else, I’m a vegetarian again. I even hate my own self for that. But it gives me room to make sure people know how much better I am than them. Now instead of telling people who smoke that smoking can kill them, I can tell people who eat meat about the meat industry and how meat was once alive. I find it to be a real eye opener. Most people have no idea that their steak came from a cow. I do what I can, you know; saving the world one pretentious, passive-aggressive comment at a time.

I’m dating someone. We get along and don’t think the other person is always lying to us. I guess that’s pretty good. I found out my ex HATES me. Whatever. The CTA has gotten worse. The hope for the country’s future has gotten better. Soy turkey is surprisingly good. Jewel coffee is unsurprisingly bad (I bought the economy size and am going to attempt to anonymously leave it in my office kitchen). I got a bowflex. I haven’t used it. I’ve decided that law students are intolerable. My brother turned one this week. I left my mittens in the bathroom and Nordstrom’s and am REALLY pissed about it. My friend’s are pretty cool. They got baby lots of stuff. I’m a happy person. I think that’s pretty strange but I’m going with it. I am over all of my ex’s. Either b/c they are fucking assholes who can’t get over themselves, or b/c I don’t really give a crap about them. Mostly the former. AANNND that’s it. We’re up to speed. So this week I will start er’ up for real. Thanks for the emails. I’ll try to go well with your morning coffee ;-)

"Why don't you ever blog anymore?"

Hey there.
Ok, so I've gotten a fair number of texts/IMs/emails/actual voice comments in conversations (i didn't know people still did that) asking me why I don't blog anymore or asking me when I'm going to blog again, and variations of the sort. First of all, thanks. That's super nice that anyone would ask me stuff about me and what I'm doing.

Second, I'm busy (for the record, when I first typed that I wrote "busty". I think that's funny.

And finally (I think we're on third) and most importantly, I don't really have anything to say. I don't have a blog that keeps people informed (like fannie, grace, and garvey). I have a "let me tell you what I think and feel" blog. Like Brita. I don't really feel all that interested in sharing my thoughts and feelings anymore. It works for some people. It most certainly does not work for me. I think I feel safest (smartest) when I keep those to myself. If that changes and I want to write something I will let all my reader know by putting my link under my IM name. Email me if you want my IM and don't have it.

Thanks,
rem

Intro to blog

Well now, for about a year people have been telling me that I should have a blog. I’ve been asked to guest blog, contribute to a blog, host a blog (blog is an ugly word. Contact me if you know its origins). My response to this, to quote my mother, has always been “I have neither the time nor the inclination.” (Which by the way, is how she feels about parenting, working, rehab, etc…) Now, I still haven’t the time, but I’ve stumbled upon the inclination.

See, it has recently occurred to me that I have accidentally duped…well… nearly everyone (Dear Exceptions, Thank you. I love you for knowing the truth). It turns out that there are a shitload of people out there…I mean A LOT of them who think me to be good. Fine. Think what you will, your opinion of me matters very little. BUT, what does matter to me is your nagging. And your sheer looks/words of shock/sadness/etc EVERY time I disappoint you. I didn’t sign up for that and it kinda makes me feel bad, so let us begin an honest dialogue, shall we? Don’t get me wrong. I still like/love most of you, and would rather most of you still like/love me. But I think it’s time we’re all clear here. So this will be a blog about what actually goes on in my head.

I know, I know. Those of you who know me know that I am in a discipline for “good, compassionate, and nice people.” But let’s not pretend that I wouldn't do nearly ANYTHING to spite my family. Even if it means posing as a complete pussy for the rest of my life and pretending not to care about money and status. Don’t worry, “family first” folks. They hated me first. It’s actually a very comfortable place to be in. So, here we can discuss things I care about, things I don’t care about, things I know, and don’t know, and things I’ve done and not done. To throw myself a nod, I’ve done some pretty interesting things. Many of them make me a complete fucking asshole…but I say own it, baby! OWN IT!

Disclosure: I’m into politics. And I am a hypocrite. I'm a pretty big prick, but I LOVE attacking other pricks and calling them names. Stay tuned. Some of it may just be serious blogging…but don’t confuse that with smart!