I woke up in the wee small hours of the morning to the sound of the downpour of rain. My first thought was Are you serious? Then I heard the angels...Haaallelujah! Haaallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Halleeee-lu-jah! The firefighter's prayers are being answered. It's one: thirty in the afternoon and already I feel like the world is slowly piecing back together. The orange haze is gone and the air is fresh and crisp. Maybe the world isn't coming to an end. There is hope. I can feel it. In honor of those fighting the fires and helping the victims, today's buckle of choice on the 1st ANNUAL BIG BELT BUCKLE FRIDAY is of the American Red Cross. For those of you at Sony, the company will match any monetary gift you donate. Good deal. I think this generous gesture warrants a FIGHT ON.
Speaking of FIGHT ON, Laurel and I will be going to USC's Homecoming game where the MIGHTY MIGHTY TROJANS will rip apart them Washington State-ers. Please feel free to meet up with us at any time before, during, and after our debaucherous quest to beat the Cougars. Good times will be had.
Maybe I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, maybe it's this orange haze I'm living in, maybe it's because Ahnuld Schwarzeblahblahblah is our governor...but something was just not right today. The whole day was just off...everything...life's little details, you might call them. Like I've said before...What is this world coming to?! Our state is on fire, we can't breathe, our roads are jam packed because people can't take the bus, we're all eating Ramen and beans because we can't go to the grocery, and I have a bum battery in a new car. It was one of those days I just hoped would end already.
What the fuzz, man. Why is everybody having car trouble...INCLUDING ME!!! WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO? Maybe I'm overreacting, maybe not. I haven't had my car for even 2 MONTHS, and already it has died on me...TWICE! I think my wilted dead flower was a sign. It's not cool, not cool at all. Things I've learned tonight: the difference between the battery and the alternator, tow trucks need 8' clearance, Officer Mendonza is a super nice cop, I have caring and concerned co-workers, and McKenna Motors sucks. THE END.
It is unreal. I walked outside today and the world was just orange. It was like I was wearing orange tinted sunglasses. The sky was an orangy-brown. Everything the sunlight hit had an orange glow on it. People's faces were illuminated by an orange light. It was as if we were being exposed to a setting sun, yet it was only one o'clock. The air was heavy and warm. Some people would say that the fires are the cause of all the madness...I think the world is coming to an end.
Today was the first (of many more to come) BIG BELT BUCKLE FRIDAY. Please join me every Friday in wearing a belt buckle with your Friday "cas" attire. Today's belt buckle of choice was my photo frame buckle. At first, it featured the adorable Charlie "I'm-a-woman" Dodge, but was soon exchanged for a picture of one of the uber-bosses with a celeb. Once again...Good times...
For me, reality television is just like the Yankees. I HATE reality tv. But like most of America, I find myself caught up in the DRAMA. I hate to admit this, but this season is all aboot BAB...not Bob, but BAB (as the majority of the women on the show pronounce his name). This show is FULL OF DRAMA. Thank GOD he finally dumped psychoteacher Leanne...girl was drama. BAB is a playa...he don't need drama. In tonight's episode, Leanne cried to the other girls because she (duh) finally realized they all hate her. I'm evil and if I were in that room, I would have laughed. I know...I'm going to hell, but Girl is RIDICULOUS! But I know I wasn't the only one who wanted to laugh.
Those of you who watched could see that Meredith cracked a smirk. Yeah, you know she was fighting back that burst of laughter...which is why I LOVE THIS GIRL. She is the one REAL chick...which is also why I think she is too good for Mr. BAB. Like I said...dude is a playa. He is not ready to settle down, despite his main excuse for doing the show. Like Jenny said....he just wants to kiss everybody. The guy says he likes all of the girls. BAB is just having fun with all the purdy ladies that are pining for him. I think Estella would be good because she has the wildness and prissyness that would go perfect with his playaness. Kelly Jo would also be good because she's young enough and spunky enough for him. Both girls could make BAB happy enough for a while. But they don't exactly seem ready to settle down either. So if BAB were to dump them, they'd be able to recover easily. With Mary...I'm just not sure she is genuine with her feelings. Those analogies and metaphors and proverbs are just way too much for me. That's my take on bachelor BAB. Now I'm embarassed I've rambled this much aboot it. Ssshhh....
I've never been one to go all out for Halloween. In fact, I don't think I've ever really cared for it. There are so many problems with making Halloween plans. Not only do you have to figure out how you're going to par-tay it up, but you also have to have an uber-cool costume. Oy...the PRESSURE! The costume can either make or break your Halloween. Well, this year I am leaving my "whatever-the-beep-ever" self at home, and am going to try and go all out. Meet me...WRATH...one of your par-taying seven deadly sins to roam the streets of WeHo.
Uh huh. You heard me right. Now, how I am going to be wrath is a whole other question. But it's gonna be a lot of fun. Brittany is Lust, of course...Kyle is Pride, of course...Rich is Envy, and LAUREL is going to be Greed. We're two shy from the seven, but don't fret...we'll rope some peeps into it. I'm so excited...Laurel is going to come hang out with me Halloween weekend. We'll commit some sins in WeHo, then we'll cheer on our fellow TROJANS as we beat Washington State. Plus, she gets to stay in the Tizzle with me and she'll get to meet the creepy old man at my house. Good times. I think Halloween is going to ROCK this year.
Two days ago I had thought I had found a new found love for balls...baseballs that is, but not anymore. I hate baseball and I HATE the Yankees! HATE the Yankees....The Yankees to baseball are like what Starbucks is to coffee.
You heard me...they are the bullies of the sport. Those poor RED SOX...they were so close! I was soo rooting for them...on my computer at work, in Staci's office, in my car, and on tv at home. And Andrew totes called it...Johnny Damon, you're good for NOTHING!!! Damn! And just the same, those Cubs! (Yet if it had been the Red Sox and the Cubs in the World Series, it would have been all aboot the Red Sox. Sorry Chicago.) So sad...so sad. Damn those curses, plagues, jinx, etc.! Screw the World Series! Seriously now, the Yankees and the Marlins? What kind of World Series is that!?! It's ridiculous! Ptuy on the World Series!
On another note...Orlando Bloom came into one of the offices today, and I must say...he has GREAT hair. I hate guys who have better hair than me...but seriously, I just wanted to run my fingers through it.
The only clear fact of this year's BASH is that I came home carrying a YELLOW HARD HAT that definitely did not belong to me before this weekend. Maybe it belonged to a really drunk woman who said she wanted to marry me (even though she apparently is already married)...who knows.
What I do know is that I went to bed at aboot 7:15 am and there was a whole lotta beer, some hotel room hopping, running from security, excessive hushes, a couple lap dances, occasional flirting, random somersaults, freestyling, free love, careful spying, the magnificent seven, leftovers, an early breakfast, a rat bastard hotel manager, drunk guitarists, fun lists, forgotten money, a little hush hush drinking, several fight ons, leopard thong pole dancing, and I got laid...twice...okay, leid. Good times, good times. Talk aboot a parrty.
Lessons learned...biker shorts are like mullets and the BASH is like Vegas.