SO I GOT ENGAGED

...to be engaged.

In a moment full of whimsy and not-hardly-serious-ness, a gentleman friend and I agreed that if neither of us were wed by 2020, we would marry each other. This gives us twelve years to grow accustomed to the idea of settling. Yes!

You may be thinking that im a bit capricious, but what can i say? Thats just how i roll. I'm like the wind baby. A delightful spring zephyr.

Anyway, you gents can exhale(or inhale, your choice) because you still have a decade and some change to make an impression. :P

Meanwhile, i won't be *completely* lying when responding to the random hollers from thugs, dirty old men, the "look so good but not ready" contigent, et al., with a flippant:

"i'm engaged."

MOTIVATION

LOVE the Kim.

A few things:

We are the same height.
We are the same weight(or...will be. once i figure out how to control my need for sweets)
We are both brunettes.
We both have big....families.

(btw BOTH is a weird word. say it five times in a row and see if i'm lying)

I was lazy today, ready to scorn my workout, but its pictures like these that remind me what physical heights i might achieve with a little bloodsugarsexmagik.

MY THINGIE NEEDS A WHATCHAMACALIT

The internet is killing my attention span. I'm not sure when it started happening, but its driving me to distraction. (tee hee. i made a funny!) Tonight, after my workout, i decided that i would sit for an hour, and just READ. I love to read. Reading is what I do. To know me is to read me. Me and books are besties, and oh how i have neglected them. So tonight for an hour, no external stimulation. No tv. No radio. No internet. No phone. Just me, myself and i. Oh, and the book.

I curled up in the wing chair with a lightweight blanket draped across my lap and opened up "cloud atlas." Cloud atlas is a book i've been trying to read for about a month. I took a sip of chamomile, got all snuggly, and for approx five minutes i stared @ the words, ostensibly reading - but not really.

My mind was wandering.

JCrew is having its final sale, and if i don't hurry and buy the dress i really want my size will be gone.

Speaking of dresses, my grandparent's 60th anniversary gala is coming up and i have nothing to wear. I am going to hate myself if i wait until the last minute. Oh i guess i could lose abt 5 lbs too.

My hair is a hot mess, i need to wash it, but i'm too lazy tonight. i'll just throw it in a ponytail tomorrow, its supposed to rain anyway.

I should check my myspace page, its almost a month since i've been on that thing, i wonder if i've gotten any new requests.

omg is that a mosquito? ugh i should twitter that a mosquito is in my house..

Oooh its almost time for dancing with the stars, i wonder how kim kardashian will do tonight. She was kind of stiff last week and her song choice was terrible but...

*shakes head, tries to go back to reading*

- Thursday 7th November

Beyond the Indian Hamlet, upon a forlorn strand, I happened on a trail of recent foot prints...

Hm what am i going to wear tomorrow? transitional season dressing is such a chore. Is it too early for boots..?

Wait, I'm doing it again! WTF is up with my attention span? i need to blog about this...

So now i'm here, blogging about it. Its sad you guys. There was a time when i would devour a book in a day or two. Not a namby pamby book either. I'm talking the heavy hitters with upwards of 600 pages in smallish print. Now? I get distracted even reading a magazine (Except for Allure and US weekly go fig.) I was never an ADD kid, so its like, how did i unlearn how to focus on one thing at a time? I need answers. The internet always has answers. So i started googling(while composing this blog. see i can't even do THAT without distraction.) Apparently i'm not alone.

Stephen Colbert recently had a guest on his show who was talking about the potential deleterious effects of web 2.0. The guest was Nick Carr, and his book is "the big switch". He got little time to really expound on his theory - this was the colbert show after all - but from what i gathered, he may be on to something. According to blurbs i've read, his book espouses the idea that computers have fundamentally changed the way the common man thinks. Now that might elicit a "duh" from most people, but i think there's more than the obvious implications of that statement. Speaking for myself, there's a marked difference in the way i process information, from say, even as recent as 2000. In 2000, i still was dialing up. i wasn't on teh IMs and i wasnt well versed in teh googles. :( See? But its more than than typing in leet and thinking in soundbytes. My thought process mimics the way i use the internet: a million tabs and windows open, thoughts rarely completed before a new one arises, always parsing. I realize that multitasking can be beneficial, but at some point enough is enough. All those things at onece means that something is going to fall by the wayside. Anyway i'm going to purchase his book to see what he's talking about. Meanwhile, its back to cloud atlas. I'm not going to let the temporary lapse get the best of me. but first, let me see what banana republic's sales are looking like...

LIL WAYNE IS CAPABLE OF LUCID PROSE?

Well bust my buttons! © Emerald City Doorman

The Patriots aren't going to be fine. I expected this to happen even before Brady got injured. I've been skeptical for a while now. They lost their drive. They used to go out there and crush people, playing good football every Sunday. You could see when they were winning how great they were playing, how hard they trained and how disciplined they were. But then it became about 'who is this person dating' and whatever, and that's when I thought this would happen. I'm not going to say they're distracted because they're professionals. But when it becomes about all that other stuff it does take away from just going out and playing good football.

- Lil Wayne on the patriots

ESPN has given weezy a blog. Mhmm yup. While its dubious that few people could have blessed the listening public with gems such as:

"Call me Mr. President or call me Mr. Ever Care or Mr. Everywhere or Mr. Never Care or Mr. Never Scared",

"I make her feel right when its wrong like lying"

or the hall of famer: "wobbledy wobbledy"

- I am surprised that anybody would want him to "write" for like...serious. But you know what? I read his musings, despite my misgivings, and to be honest, they weren't half bad. He's nowhere near as polished as my homie RM, but thats to be expected. What's so amusing is the image of Mr.Carter behind a desk, sipping on sizzurp while pecking away at the keyboard. His english was decent even. I'm amazed that he had subject verb agreement, AND he used the proper spelling of "they're". If he was assisted in his writing, they did a great editing job. His paragraphs had nice rhythm, the grammar was decent, but just enough errors were left to make it seem authentic. Then again, maybe it was authentic. Maybe thats just my snob surfacing; assuming that he isn't capable of articulating his thoughts. No one knows who Wayne really is behind the posturing, fronts, and promethazine. Perhaps, with a little training he could become a great sports writer. It was kind of nice to see this softer side of Wayne, like it made him seem a little less, i don't know, INSANE. He blogs with heart. Basically what i'm trying to say is that i think i'm falling in love with him.