"What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof?"

Rest in peace, Paul.

You will be missed!

Everybody Loves Somebody... Sometimes (Maybe a Little More)

I'm constantly crushing.
I crush more than the Incredible Hulk does.

Damn.

I see something in a boy that appeals to me and I'm sunk for at least a day, then I move on. Have you ever been in love with 3 different people at THE SAME TIME? I always seem to be. Of course this isn't "love" in any sense of the word, just "lovey-dovey". I'm very lovey-dovey... which is really rather silly, but I've been this way for as long as I can remember. This is why I will be married 8 times like Elizabeth Taylor-- I fall in and out of love too frequently.

Who knows, I may be in love with you! But, never worry-- by daybreak I will be entralled with someone else.

"I'd like to buy an 'OHHH', please."

Pat Sajak and Vanna White... television hosts, or something else?

LOVERS?! Perhaps...

I was conversing with my sassy lady-pal from back home-- Stacey (for those of you who are not acquainted with her), and we got to talking about how it would be crazy amazing to have sex on the Wheel of Fortune wheel while it's spinning.

I mean, how hot would that be?!

Then our thoughts shifted to Pat and Vanna. You know they're totally doin' it... on the wheel. It must be good to be Pat Sajak and Vanna White. They're fabulous.

If they didn't make a great couple, they wouldn't have been on T.V. together for 25 GLORIOUS YEARS!

Long live Pat, Vanna, the Wheeeeeel!




*note*: Many thanks to Stacey for the idea on this one. She effects my train of thought in the most peculiar ways...

Comfort Food (I)

"When in Baghdad, do as the Baghdaddies do!"

I've been feeling pretty odd lately. Odder than usual.

I may be from a different planet, or something.
I don't think that this is entirely bad, but it makes platonic relationships a little hard to tend.

But... never fear! I'll find a common wavelength. "When in Baghdad..."

"In America, everybody catches a cold on Sunday."

A conversation between Jerry (Gene Kelly) and Lise (Leslie Caron) from Minnelli's
"An American in Paris" (1951)

Jerry: In America, Saturday night is the big night. No work, no school, and when you get home-- no money!

Lise: Haha! And Sunday? Sunday nights in America?

Jerry: Sunday? In America, everybody catches a cold on Sunday.

Lise: Did you?

Jerry: Sometimes.


I feel the same way as Jerry. I kinda hate Sundays.


Instead of being the most relaxing day of the week, Sunday is one of the more stressful ones. I find that I spend a majority of my Sundays locked up in my room toiling away on my classwork. It's so depressing, especially on a beautiful day like today-- 75 degrees and sunny. I would have rather been hiking! Yesterday was a terrible weather day. It was humid, rainy, and gloomy. Why couldn't Saturday and Sunday switch their weather forecasts? It would have made staying inside a bit more tolerable.

Whenever Sunday rolls around, I adopt a melancholy mood. Poo, poo, poo. Lame, lame, LAME!

Jerry had it right. I think I'm coming down with something.
*cough, cough! sniffle, sniffle!*

If you'll excuse me, I still have an ass-load of work that needs to get done...

Istanbul... Not CREEPstantinople!

I got to thinkin' about Erkan today. "Who's Erkan," you ask? Let me tell you...

Last spring I got this friend request on Facebook from a chap named "Erkan" from Turkey. Not knowing anyone from Turkey, I sent him a friendly message asking him how he knew me, why he wanted to be my friend, etc. etc. (I had to make sure he wasn't some kind of -predator-). He sent a simple reply stating, "I do not speak English well, but I think you have BEAUTIFUL picture! We talk on Messenger. :)" So I thought, "this guy is harmless; he can barely speak English, and he is an ocean and a landmass away. I'll add him as a friend." And his profile pic was pretty aesthetically pleasing, as well. Not gonna lie-- Erkan's a really good looking guy.

Anyway-- at this point in history, the infamous Facebook Chat had just been created, so everytime I was on Facebook (which was quite a lot, I'm afraid to admit) Erkan would start chatting me up. I learned that he was a photography student from Istanbul who liked Dean Martin.

Sexy, right? Yeah. I thought so, too.

All of our conversations basically went like this: (keep in mind that Erkan didn't have the best grasp on the English language-- the boy really liked to use emoticons.)

Erkan: Hi :)
Me: Hi
Erkan: How are you?
Me: Good! How are you?
Erkan: I am good. To. think you are very beautiful! do you webcam? :)
Me: Thank you
Me: ...And no, I don't have a webcam...
Erkan: :(
Erkan: Do you think I am beautiful?
Me: Yes! Very handsome!
Erkan: :)
Me: :)
Erkan: <3
Me: ...

Although I was quite flattered, I was beginning to get annoyed. Erkan would try to talk to me every time I was online, and the conversation always ended up like the one above. It never went anywhere, and I had my school stuff to do and didn't need ANOTHER distraction-- so I started ignoring him. He was a little too smitten with me. We often joked that he was my "Turkish boyfriend!"

Things started to get rather creepy. Erkan would comment on all of my photos and send me dozens of messages with tons of :( faces when I started avoiding him. He even tried to add my roomie Leandra as a friend! I often wonder if he tried to do this to any of my other friends (I'm sorry a guy named Erkan from Istanbul ever tried to add you!). Even though he lived many timezones away, I was uber creeped out by this move, and I blocked him.

Erkan was a friendly guy-- a little *too* friendly for my tastes, I guess. He was also a talented photographer (he often sent me samples of his work). I kind of regret that our friendship had to end the way it did. Too many cultural differences, maybe? He thought that he was being romantic, and I thought that he was being a creeper. All in all, I wish Erkan (and his webcam) the best.

I hope Erkan finds himself a good woman! :)

"I love it when you tell a story 368 times."

I've done it. I've created a blog-thing. GET EXCITED!
...

I've always found things like this to be rather trivial if done in a cavalier fashion. I can't count the number of times I've rolled my eyes at a deeply personal confession put in the form of a Facebook note (for example: "OMG! My crotch itches soooo bad because I have an STD!! It's like... sooo totally inconvenient!") TOO MUCH INFORMATION! Why anyone would ever share their deepest, darkest feelings on the Interweb for all to see I will never know... It's a good thing I don't plan on doing anything like that! My main motivation for starting this blog is to share some of my casual musings with my folk residing here in Bardland and my friends/family who are back in the land of pop, polka, and the Indians. That, and I've had a few requests (not a LIE). I can't help it if I'm TERRIBLY amusing, can I?

Hardy, har, har...

I hope that this blog will provide (for those who decide to read it) countless hours of unbridled pleasure. I think that I may find some joy in this as well-- journaling has always been a splendid outlet for organizing the thoughts that clutter my busy brain.

Now you can REALLY hear all of my stories 368 times! (I have a problem remembering who I tell what, and when.) Only if you -and I- choose to stick with this.