a melancholy view of the world
MTV is remaking the cult classic: The Rocky Horror Picture Show
Are you kidding me?! NO ONE will every be better than Tim Curry.
NO ONE.
They are going to butcher it. I can’t stand the thought of it.
I saw this movie as a teenager and it’s been one of my favorites ever since. I can’t imagine MTV ruining it. They are even writing new music for it! WHAT!? Blasphemy.
What do you guys think?
I did not make it to Ocala today. I was planning on going to support my boss, MISTER Timm Collins who’s speaking at a friend’s church. However, I have come down with a ferocious cold.
so I will sit here on my couch and pray for him instead. he’s going to knock it out of the park, no doubt about it. i hate that i’ve missed it. grrrrr.
i hate being sick.
Last night we got lost in a town that, according to wikipedia, has 2,975 residents as of 2004. There are 2 redlights. 1 McDonalds.
We had to find First Baptist Church.
We went to the bank downtown: they sent us in the wrong direction. To no where.
While driving around in no where, we see an ice cream truck. We asked the lady in the ice cream truck. SHE DRIVES AROUND TOWN ALL FREAKING DAY IN A FREAKING ICE CREAM TRUCK. Surely she will know where FBC Frostproof is. She says, “You won’t believe this, but I’m from Lakeland.”
Seriously. I didn’t make that up.
Her directions took us to an elementary school. Cussing 1, Emily 0.
We asked some guys on the side of the road by the auto repair shop. They pointed us in the right direction, but we ended up at the methodist church. Frostproof is not good at denominations, or directions.
Finally, we had to call the people we were meeting and have them get us there via cellphone. We were 30 minutes late.
The wedding starts tonight at 6:00! I’m singing I need You (that one that LeAnn Rhymes did) and it’s not really my typical wedding song, so I’m nervous about it. Mike is playing guitar for me, because he is my hero.
We will let you know how it goes.
PS. If you’re getting married in the Central Florida area and want some quality live music for your ceremony, holler at us!
This is me pitching a fit.
I am sitting in the sanctuary. It is 7:15. My crew is supposed to be here at 7:00. They aren’t. BECAUSE THEIR CLOCKS STILL SAY IT’S 6:15. GAH. WHY oh WHY does the time change have to happen on SUNDAYS. I wake up every hour checking the clock, wondering if I’m going to be late. DON’T THEY KNOW WHAT THEY’RE DOING TO ME?!
This happens EVERY FREAKING YEAR. Last year I had to call Justin and tell him. Actually, that was pretty funny.
Maybe later today I’ll talk about how the Monts De Oca’s shouldn’t be allowed to play with knives.
so this one time i went to straighten my bangs and accidentally straightened my finger instead.
Ouch.
If my finger looks fat it’s because the camera adds 10 pounds.
Anyone seen the new show on Fox called “Moment of Truth?”
It is the most horrible horrible show I’ve ever seen.
Leave it to television to turn honesty into a painful humiliating experience. I mean, seriously, who are the test groups for these kinds of shows? Do people have nothing better to do? What really cheeses me off is how far these people are willing to take it to make some money, regardless of what it does to your spouse. Uh, yeah honey, sorry, but I’ve never mentioned children because I’m not sure if you’re really the one. And by the way, if you get fat I would love if you could have some lipo. Thanks.
::END RANT::
My eyes are waaaay sensitive. I don’t know what it is. Once I had a doctor tell me it’s because they are blue…is that possible? I can’t drive safely without sunglasses…even the fluorescent lighting in my office bothers me, so I bought this:
Everyone makes fun of me and my “mood lighting” but whatever.
Anyway, there’s this house not far from our apartment that’s covered in blue “Christmas” lights. I seriously can’t look at it…I tear up and squint and it’s just really bad. We were driving home last night and I decided to take a video of the house for you. I took it with my cell phone, so I apologize for the video/sound quality. I think you’ll get the idea even if you can’t understand all of what we’re saying. You also might get motion sickness.
Please wait for a site operator to respond.
You are now chatting with ‘justin’
you: Justin?
justin: yes how r u
you: fantastic, and yourself?
justin: great thanks how can i help u
you: Do you guys do magnets?
justin: no im sorry we don’t we do flyres, business cards, brochures, etc.
you: Darn. Ok, thanks a lot.
justin: your welcome
(This is from one of those chat with an operator things this past week. I was trying to find a company to print magnets for us…)
you know it’s time to cut back on some things.
If you don’t wear a bra you might want to go ahead and stop here.
I hate mornings where you wake up and have to try on 50 outfits because all your good jeans are dirty and all your “wow! this makes me look awesome!” shirts that fit have disappeared. You consider khakis, but do you feel like ironing? No. You feel like a fatty fat fat fat. You consider a skirt, but did you shave your legs? No, you are married and that is not necessary anymore. You look through that pile of jeans one more time and you realize you’ve had them for over a year and you are not going to fit in them ever again. You think of the hundreds (probably more like thousands) of dollars of clothes this closet holds…now worthless.
You end up wearing this:
Way to be professional. I found it in the backseat of my car. It’s covering up my baggy t-shirt.
There is hope though. We just got a bowflex. The sun comes up early enough that I can go do some cardio in the ghetto my neighborhood. I have motivation: swimsuit season is not far off. Wish me luck.
P.S.– I’ve been thinking about posting a video blog. If you haven’t seen those, it would be more like me talking to you on camera rather than writing. Any thoughts?
I think it’s pretty logical to assume that the bigger your feet are, the longer your legs are, the taller you are. Makes sense.
I was shoe shopping this weekend, and I realized that maybe they haven’t though that through. All the size 9 (my size) shoes were on the bottom. So the tall freak had to get on her hands and knees to see the shoe. HELLO. Someone should fix that. You shorties with small feet are closer to the floor anyway. I took a picture for all you visual people, but it didn’t turn out very well.
Look who’s talking now…