i'm sorry, i've just been so sulky lately, and i don't want to bother writing down the details. i keep trying to make a list of ways to improve my life, but when i sit down to do it, i can't for the life of me thing of what to say. on the gripe front, i still hate the new typepad system, hate perez hilton, and am actually very saddened about the untimely death of tim russert. i always watched "meet the press" on sundays, albeit the 3:00 a.m. technically monday version. i remember being a kid and a teenager when some news anchor or talk show host would die and my grandma, mom, and aunts would all be really sad. i never understood their attachment, but i finally do. the people that report the news are so much a part of our lives and our generation, even when they are of generations before us or whether we agree with their journalistic style or not.
some tidbits:
a) i am in the process of applying for a job i would really, REALLY love to get. i also really need to keep looking for other jobs, though, because things are getting pretty desperate. it's joseph's birthday this coming saturday and i would really like to get him something nice, but it seems i might only be able to afford something "thoughtful." yikes.
b) sometimes i feel kind of icky because my mom, aunt, and granny all have this cleaning lady named elvira and the idea of having a cleaning lady makes me somewhat uncomfortable. then i realize, as i have been spending far too much more time at home lately, that the reality is they actually pre-clean all of their houses before she even gets here because they are all neurotic and somewhat insane. in fact, i feel fairly certain that when she comes over to my gran's house they sit there, drink coffee, and complain in spanish. where i come from that's called besties.
c) joe and i watched the golden compass yesterday. while i could definitely see how it could seriously disappoint lovers of the book and confound those who have never read it (we had several "rewind" moments), but i enjoyed it. i thought the special effects were pretty neat, the actors were great, and the story was strong. truthfully, it really just made me want to read the books. oh, and go to the zoo to see the polar bears. anyway, since then i've been captivated by the idea of having a little animal by one's side at all times that represents the soul. how great would that be? i'm so tired of my "inner dialogue" some days i think i am just about three steps away from walking around having full-on conversations with myself, aloud.
d) damn lakers! don't they know i am a fair-weather fan and they are really cramping my style? watching the nba finals is no fun if your team has almost no chance of winning.
e) father's day is uaually a bit rough for me, what with that whole "abandoned by my father" thing and my grandpa having alzheimer's disease, but this year was actually kind of nice. my family had a big party because it was also my uncle and cousin's birthdays, the food was amazing, i learned how to make mojitos, and joseph was there. in august we are all going to go to oxnard on fam vacay and joe is going to come. i think that will be so so so fun, and i love when he spends time with my family, but i am more than concerned about being trapped in a hotel room with that many chronic snorers. ay dios mio!
well, i know i have a bunch more to say, but i can't think of it now (typical). but i will be writing this week as much as i can. don't forget about me!
interestingly enough i am starting to share with the world how i am officially clinically depressed too.
we really should talk.
or not.
cuz when you are depressed you don’t talk to people. or at least i don’t. wow. buzzkill.