LOVE YOU :) :) :)“Don’t be a hard rock when you really are a gem…”-L. Hill
That’s my advice for EVERYONE.This, combined with a post regarding TRUTH and spiky hair, qualifies Ed for Prince of Tumblr Status.
“Freedom from Want”-Norman Rockwell
Sometimes, I yearn for a time when things were simpler for America/da World, and this Norman Rockwell evokes that sentiment for me. With Thanksgiving coming up, I’m just glad to be alive. Is my life perfect/ideal? Hell to the no! Am I happy to be alive? Hell to the Yeah! Am I concerned for the world? Believe DAT Boo! I look around, I read the CNN.com, I live, and I feel like humanity is wildin’-out. It seems like people are getting killed in more gruesome, horrific ways more prolificly than before. People are just out in the world killing one another for a variety of reasons, but mostly just selfishness. After 9-11, I thought people would be more selfless and remember the need to be decent, but it seems like that virture has evaporated from the national collective. Obviously, there are good people EVERYWHERE, which gives me hope for humanity. I hope that more people realize that life is super fleeting and super precious and indulge in every happiness they can find.
“Don’t be a hard rock when you really are a gem…”-L. Hill
That’s my advice for EVERYONE.
For my significant other
And that’s not cute. It’s toooooo frustrating. It looks good when I spike it, but now it’s looking too teeny bopper for my tastes. I’m not even sure if it’s socially acceptable for anyone to have crazy, spikey hair past the age of 25. I’m contemplating buzzing it like I used to every summer until I was 20, but now that seems a little severe. Sorry to be a big gay narcissist, but I’m seriously stressing. BAAH!
The new white blackberry bold be kinda hot
AIRWALKS :)— friends from high school I haven’t seen in a while, last night. I think I counted a total of 38 times I was asked this question from 2 guys within the hour.
Bloggers, do you find people poke fun at “your little blog” because they haven’t wrapped their mind around the concept, importance and value of digital and grass roots marketing? But despite that, they still want to be a part of it….doesn’t make sense….makes them look ignorant and naive on multiple levels if you ask me.
The same is true for people’s perception of twitter, even though every brand, restaurant, grocery store, and public bathroom tweets regularly.
Do you agree?
Fuck. I have been writing an essay on this in my head for about a year, but I’ll just say what I have to say now:
I have come to the conclusion that 99% of my “traditional media” friends think what I do with my life is a fucking joke. I can’t tell you how many times someone’s looked at me and said “Are you Tweeting that?” or “What’s new on the blogs, Molls?” in a mocking way. More often than not I just laugh at them in a way that makes them feel better about their ignorance, “Oh! Hahah! Clever you! Yes! Yes! I do like the Internet! I have found myself a home to whore my wares on the world. You’re right.”
Other times I get defensive, “Oh. You and your open mic nights and endless auditions are really, really bold. Look at you, you little trailblazer! Look at you going on commercial auditions and taking one million acting classes and never getting noticed by anyone but the casting director for a national Alpo spot. Yes. You are much, much more ‘real’ than me. You are doing things exactly the way you’re supposed to. When you put it that way, it’s so clear that I’ve wasted the last six years of my life, roughly.”
Here’s the thing: Those people that mock me? They are the exact same ones that ask me to plug their live shows on my blog. Why? Because I have an audience that I’ve built for myself on that horrible, laughable, illegitimate Internet. Because despite the fact that I didn’t pay 500 dollars for a workshop with some reputable asshole so I could stand in a room with a bunch of other wannabes and pretend to be a tree or a cat or whatever the fuck those people do in those things, I have something you don’t have: the attention of the people whose attention I want.
Yes. It stings. It’s like when I was the first person wearing Airwalks in sixth grade and everyone would make fun of me. Not even a year later, the same kids were all complimenting me on how worn-in and comfy mine looked compared to theirs. You can rag on me all you want, but if you have to ask me to hold your hand or help you out, you should know how pathetic that looks. While you were busy making fun of me and not learning, I was doing me, creating my own destiny and attempting to afford myself the lifestyle I deserve because I’ve already figured out a pretty good system for myself.
Did you tape your SNL audition yet this year?
FeFe Dobson elicited a Pyschic Moment: When you’re really good friends with someone/soulmates, I believe that a certain natural telepathy develops. I noticed this about 1-2 years ago with Molly. I’d start feeling reallly sad all of a sudden for no reason, and then like 20 minutes later, she’d call me really sad about something. Shit like that happened a LOT. Two days ago, around 10 am in the morning, the song, “EVERYTHING” by FeFe Dobson just popped into my head for no apparent reason. Now, if you know anything about FeFe Dobson, you’ll know that she’s pretty Randos McGee. Like, the fact that “Everything” by FeFe Dobson popped into my head struck me as peculiar because I hadn’t heard the song in months, and I really shouldn’t have heard the song in years, but I’m a nerd like that and have weird tastes, so I posted the song on my blog a while back. Anyway, that evening, I saw Molly’s twitter in Boston and the twitter said, “FeFe Dobson.” BAM! Like, once again, our telepathy was buzzing like bumble bees. For no apparent reason, she had also thought of FeFe Dobson aka Randos McGee and felt the need to twitter that. There was absolutely no way that either of us could have known what the other was thinking at different parts of the day across the coasts (she was in Boston), so the only thing I can attribute that little experience to is our weird psychic connection. THOUGHTWEKNEW!Ed, Steven and I all love us some FeFe Dobson.
Just mistakenly thought someone invited me to lunch when they said “maybe have a lunch break”=embarrassing
