Desperately Seeking

A member of the male species available for requisite boyfriendy activities. Inquire within.

I woke up this morning afraid to face the day, but it wasn't half as busy as I thought. I have a meeting with a woman from a publishing group about a possible internship over the summer. In New York City, of all places! I want to work in the division with authors like Sophie Kinsella, who wrote the Shopaholic series, which I love, and Danielle Steel, and romance novels! That would be awesomely cool. Hopefully it goes well, I've been known to ace an application then subsequently blow the interview, so to speak. Well, actually, she ambushed me with an impromptu phone interview, and wonder of all wonders, she still wanted to meet with me afterwards. So I must bring the A-game. I really need an internship this summer...and the fact that it takes place in NYC, my dream city, is icing on the cake. Wait, Elements of Style abhors the phrase "the fact that." Revising: It's icing on the cake that the internship is in NYC.

And now, my daily Chrianna...nope, can't do the "blended couple-name" ish. Tried and failed. Anyway, here's the best picture of Chris and RiRi yet (thanks Young, Black, and Fabulous!)



Squeeeeee, right?!?!? Here they are in Jamaica, where yours truly wants to go soo badly. Reports say that the couple was playfully making out and Chris was kissing her neck (swoon) and held her above water like that so she wouldn't get her hair wet. Yeah, girl, I feel you! Even though if CB was smart he'd sweat out that perm anyway later that night :).

I finally got my hair done, praise Jehovah. Before I was wearing my new gray and burgundy knit beanie that Mom sent. As cute as it was, it was, admittedly, kind of homeless chic (especially worn with the requisite hoop earrings). I'ma kill 'em tomorrow. If I make it to bed soon.

More of the Same

How You Are In Love

You fall in love quickly and easily. And very often. You tend to give more than take in relationships. You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time. You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change. You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.

How Are You In Love?

Real quick, 'cause I'm on a mission.
-an 8th grade boy, Larry King, was killed after admitting he was gay. It was a hate crime; he was shot in the back of the head by a 14-year-old boy, who will be charged as an adult. King was bullied after he came out. My liberal heart hurts. Then it fills with anger that anti-gay sentiment and hate crimes are still going on.

-I had a dream that I was with people I cared about, trying to escape into London. Amy Winehouse was there, helping us out while trying to escape herself.

Sigh. I can't...I'm done. Tolerance, people, tolerance.

What do you think?

Scorpio - Your Love Profile

Your positive traits: You're red hot passion makes anyone you date feel extremely wanted Loyalty, to the point of doing anything to protect your lover You are mysterious and charismatic - and you easily draw people in Your negative traits: You tend to be paranoid and think that the worst is going on with your lover You turn cold and mean at the first sign of conflict in relationship You sometimes become obsessed with dates - so much so that you develop jealousy early on Your ideal partner: Someone who will take the time to win you over. Not an easy task! Is able to keep up with your carnal appetite... lots of stamina needed. Reassures you of their love and loyalty on a daily basis. Your dating style: Intense. You prefer to stay in with take out and conversation - so that no one else is distracting you and your date. Your seduction style: Hot. New partners have trouble believing that your libido is for real. You have incredible sexual intuition - you always know what your lover craves A bit bossy. You know what you want, and you certainly aren't afraid to ask for it. Tips for the future: Don't be so secretive with your love - they want you the way you are Let go of your jealousy. Your partner has chosen *you* Spend more time alone, doing things you love. It will help you be less obsessive. Best color to attract mate: Dark red Best day for a date: Tuesday

What's Your Love Profile?

That's about right, actually. Real quick, the Pistons delivered a 30-point beatdown to the Phoenix Suns today. It was glorious. The Runner's from PHX. Ha.

Oh Yes, Oh Yes.

Two trannies walk into a bar. Well, they try to, anyway. Actually, upon further investigation, the one in the green is a real woman. Sadly and ironically, her melodramatic counterpart is the more attractive of the two. Watch, discuss, enjoy.

Leave Crocs Alone!

Lol..."Leave Crocs Alone" is a funny William Sledd video on youtube. It perfectly mirrors my sentiments about those God-awful "shoes," Crocs. Why do people wear them? Why? Do they just go, "Ooh, yeah, that outfit would look so cute with my bright orange Crocs"? Whenever I see someone wearing them, especially on campus, it makes me want to slap them. Hard.

It's over between me and the Runner. He was being a bit of an ass when I swung by today. Science Guy was asleep not 5 feet away and I didn't wanna be all in his face when he woke up (I hate it when I wake up from a nap to find that people have been watching me sleep), but Runner didn't care, he basically ignored me when I said I didn't want to stay in the room. His back was to me, and he was on his computer, so I quietly shut the door and paid it. I was turning the key to get inside my dorm about ten minutes when he called. I totally pressed "Ignore." And put "Do not call" next to his name in my phone. He's not holding up his end of the bargain, to just be someone I can turn to to put me in a good mood. Instead, his moodiness adds extra drama to my life. Therefore, he has to go. I know, so melodramatic, right? I can't help it. This situation has become a mockery of itself. Bye, Runner. Good times.

I was in a right state today. Being everyone's go-to girl, while an honor, is exhausting enough, but when people don't take your advice it makes it seem pointless and frustrating. Also, working in a male-dominated field is no easy task when ego and politic get in the way and you're the middle-woman trying to please everybody. I wish I could just be in my room for a week, no meetings, no boys, no social activities, nothing. The only thing that's actually consistent is my academics. I like the discussions that we have in my "Shakespeare" and "Renaissance Literature" classes; I feel engaged and intellectual. I've been to practically every scheduled class or meeting, which tells you how busy I am. Spring break is coming up, hopefully that will be my chance to unwind. I kind of don't want to go on a big trip; it's hella money and I don't need a guilt trip plaguing me on top of everything else.

For my viewing pleasure, here's another pic of RiRi and Chris Breezy (bossip.com). Feel the cuteness.



Whew! They look like a normal, attractive young pair. Someday, homies, y'all will spot me and my boo inadvertently looking super-adorable, and your little hearts will flutter, just as mine does when I see this "almost-couple."

I had the oddest dream two nights ago. I was last in a processional on a Viking-type boat, hands full of luggage. Then, I have to run through a wintry trail to catch up will everyone, and randomly, a pixie-cut lady appears and says, "It's not me. It's you." As if I've been chosen for something. It makes me run faster. Weird, huh? Speaking of the cosmic sphere, there was a lunar eclipse in Atlanta tonight. It was right outside. Looking up at the silvery crescent of the moon, I felt positively tiny. I didn't mind not being the center of a universe of expectations and anticipations, even if it was just for a moment.

The Best Part of My Day is When it Ends

Gossip Girl rerun. Sad to say, but Blake Lively, as Serena, is not that good of an actress. I really need the writers to get themselves together and start writing new episodes. I've discovered, in these past difficult weeks without new TV epis to anticipate, that my DVD collections is not as potent as I previously thought. Similar to opening a full-to-bursting closet and sighing, "I have nothing to wear," I'd peruse through my collection of titles and roll my eyes, wondering what possibly possessed me to buy "School of Rock."

If I have anymore cheesecake, I just might explode. Ugh, oh my God. Fudge Brownie, Ultimate Snickers, make it stop!

I wish I had a magic genie right about now. I'd wish for 4 available, attractive men, one for each of us. Then I'd wish for straight As. On top of that, I'd want to be a morning person so I could wake up at 7am and exercise. Last, I'd wish for a scholarship. Well, if I only got 3, I'd nix the exercise thing, then. Take what you can get, I say.

Rihanna is my new girl-crush.



Seriously, I effing love her. Her style is so cute, and she may be dating Chris Brown, which, hello? Swoon! They are too adorable for words.



So yeah, searching for those pics just brightened my day (night). I still haven't unpacked from the weekend, but that can wait until tomorrow, I suppose. We went to the Mall of Georgia on Saturday; they have a lotta stores, so it was pretty fun (read: expensive, yo). But it was in Buford, GA, y'all. Tackiness abound. But again, it was a nice lil' trip. (Cali Girl said that I wouldn't be able to wake up at 11am so we could leave at 12:30. I was dressed by 11:30 when her and Roommate watched "Sex and the City," and we didn't leave until 1:45. Lol). I bought a pair of bamboo earrings, and they bring me power. It's glorious.

Oh yeah, we went to Petsmart to take Charley to training on Sunday, and the guy who worked there was a Hottie Supreme. Seriously, I stopped in my tracks. He spoke to us and everything, and Roommate and I spent an inordinate amount of time looking at goldfish, hoping to catch another glimpse of him carrying those heavy-ass bags of dog food on his shoulders. He had these loooong dreadlocks, too. Yum-o. He was totally worth waking up at 10am on a weekend.

I finally broke down and bought my Shakespeare book from the bloody bookstore. 75 muthafuggin dollars. Whatever.

On Valentine's Day, I hung out with the Runner. I know, right? But on a scale of one to Romantic, it was pretty much in the negatives. I guess it could have been sweet when we were (basically) all hugged up on the bed--there was no place else to sit--and listening to music, but it just wasn't. I guess that's our problem. I don't like to think about it. I guess that's another one of our problems. Huh. Using "our" as if it indicates "we" or "us." Like there's an "us." Yeah, right.

We might go clubbing this weekend. That means two things: a) I will probably get to slow dance with a big, muscle-y boy 2) I can get my hair done afterwards, which is a blessing 'cause it's barely hanging on...

Oh, my Lord, I am about to cuddle up, finish watching "Bridget Jones' Diary," and fall asleep before 2am! On a weekday! Jesus has taken the wheel. I was gonna start a little homework, but eff that. This has been a monster of a Monday, and my bed is looking quite delicious and comfy.

Como esta?

Yo estoy un poco cansada. Y tu?

Right now I'm studying and preparing to write a paper. Roommate and I are by ourselves in the room, waiting for Cali Girl to call and take us over to La Casa BK.

Last weekend, Sidekick, Roommate, Cali Girl, Sistah Girl, Charley the dog, and myself went (duh) shopping. At Nine West I tried on a pair of what Roommate lovingly dubbed "Tranny Shoes." They were hunter green satin platforms (of course) with a bow over the peep toe. I thought they were absolutely darling, as it happens. Anyway, the guy and girl helping us were AUC products, which was nice. The guy was an English major, and he asked me who my favorite author was. I felt stupid in saying Meg Cabot or Sophie Kinsella or any other frilly, chick-lit type authors. But they were all I could think of. Which got me to thinking, maybe I need to up my reading ante a little bit. I know my area is journalism, but literature is literature. I haven't read what would qualify as a good book in a while, and the one I did read I found incredibly boring ("The Road" by Cormac McCarthy, if you must know), which scared me. I'm not trying to be all highbrow or anything, but one cannot live on dessert alone. Although I rarely have time to read anything right now, let alone a deep, juicy novel. Face it, if I can't squeeze it into my daily blogroll between Dlisted and All About the Pretty, it just might fall through the cracks.

Today was a good day. My Renaissance Lit book came (finally), so now I'm just waiting for the Shakespeare one to grace me with its presence. Dinner was good, the West End Mall was of course entertaining, and I have a productive night ahead. Plus I wore my streetwalker boots today (again, Roommate's words, not mine), so that was nice. Walking through the caf is so much jazzier when Michael Jackson's "Streetwalker" is playing in your head. Speaking of which, his 25th Anniversary Edition of "Thriller" came out recently. One of the photogs on The Paper had it, I think I want it for myself. I just downloaded "Off the Wall," after all.

Okay, no more dillydallying, work awaits me. I might have to stay up late tonight, and I'd rather get a head start now as opposed to the wrong side of 1am.

Immaturity is the New Black

Apparently. I'm rolling my eyes at this new trend.

Once again, I'm located at the BK Casa, a home-away-from-home. The girls are out; it's just me, Charley, and the residents of Seattle Grace Hospital. And my Ren Lit paper, which I am so terribly afraid of, by the way. I want to take it to the teacher on Monday before its due date, but even then, there's only so much a teacher can do during her office hours. I fear that academic English writing just is not my forte. Which is detrimental to my being an English major, it seems. It's killing me that my major classes are so difficult for me.

Ooh, this is the GA episode where Team Burke-Christina essentially falls apart (it aired on Thanksgiving last year so you know it was good). Who's to blame? Is only Burke's head on the chopping block if he's the talent and Christina's just an intern/accomplice? Is Christina being too controlling in her quest to keep Burke's tremor a secret? What the hell is Dr. Hahn's problem? This whole catastrophe would have been avoided had Derek (not my McDreamy) been un-self-centered long enough to realize that Burke shouldn't have been cleared for surgery. Yes, I remember the episode very well. Sad. Ah, Grey's Anatomy, how I love thee. It's been going down a little this season, but hopefully after this writers-strike/hiatus, Shonda and her homies have tons of juicy, heart-wrenching, poignant, yet funny material to take this show off of bypass and push it completely in the land of the living.

This morning we watched Notes on a Scandal. 'Twas not bad, not bad at all. It was that genre of British movie, the kind where it's always gray outside and most of the characters are, well, kind of ugly. But all that aside, the movie, with its crazy ending, was really good.

I have an article due tomorrow that I categorically do not want to write (as always). I'm rolling my eyes just thinking about it. But it's too late to back down, and I suspect that I'll pull this one through, yet again. I'm trying to tighten my game up as far as studying. Recently, my academic prowess isn't as slick as I want it to be, so it's time to start organizing, prioritizing and...damn, I can't find another word ending with "-izing." Anyway.

Uh-oh, Dr. Bailey is pissed, watch the hell out. I wouldn't want to meet her in a dark alley. And for that reason, combined with the fact that she's on the wrong side of 4'11, is why I love her.

Things I Need To Happen

1. For my remaining two textbooks to arrive. Them coming so late guarantees, of course, that they are the two that I need the most. There are only so many times that I can lean over to a classmate and whisper, "Can I share a book with you?"

2. My Ipod to stop tripping. "Kiki" is annoying me because apparently, she can't take anymore songs. Which means that Michael's "Off the Wall" barely made it and Chris Brown will just have to wait his turn. Don't let me down, Kiki. If I have to delete another song I will be highly upset.

3. On "General Hospital," Lulu and Johnny need to hurry up and sleep together, already. They are killing me softly. Lulu, dear, if you want bad-boy Johnny Zuccarra so badly, by all means, take him, but for the love of all that is holy, please stop stringing Logan along and yelling at him for trying to enlist your help in ridding him of blue-balls. It would just easier for everyone involved.

4. Something happy.

I was going to visit the Runner today, but I am just not in the mood for all of that. I'll tell you what I am in the mood for, though: pie. Preferably pecan.

Cheated

I feel cheated. The Patriots, my Patriots, lost, man. It sucked. Hopefully next year I will watch the game with my boyfriend who roots for the same thing as I do. And we'll eat pizza and wear our jerseys and yell. Grrrrr. There's always next year, though.

Right now I'm just drained, I'm just over this day. I'm over being sick, worrying about money, worrying about my body, thinking about the future, all that crap. I really need some "me" time at this very moment. Just to curl up and listen to music and ponder and be quiet and alone would be really freaking great right now. Sigh. I don't see that happening anytime soon, though. I almost look forward to going to class, then I won't have to like, chat and converse I can sit in the back and take notes and shut up. A change of pace, something to look forward to, nothing troubling or premeditated at all. I think it's because I'm sick and my team lost unceremoniously that I'm irritable and sleepy and trying to hide it. I've been going on full-throttle for awhile and it's catching up with me but I have no time or opportunity to just slow down and relax and unwind.

Whatever this feeling is that I have, this meddlesome, weight-of-the-world heaviness, needs to go away, and soon, too, because it's getting on my nerves. Another week lies ahead, hopefully with something fun in store. But nothing bad, I've had enough ups and downs to last me awhile.

Hey Pretty Baby With Your High Heels On...

"...you give me fever like I've never, ever known/You're just the product of loveliness/I like the move of your/Walk, your talk, your dress..."

And with that, I gladly present my:

5 Favorite Michael Jackson Songs
1. (Tie) "The Way You Make Me Feel" and "Rock With You"
2. "Dirty Diana"
3. "Pretty Young Thing"
4. "Speechless"
5. "Who Is It?"

Honorable Mention:
-"Streetwalker"
-"Girlfriend"