Good morning!

Two broke bitches in love

It's 2:30am here and I am about to go to bed to the sound of the ocean.

We got to NC tonight around 11p.  It's a bit hot and sticky here but sitting outside just now I was able to cool down a bit.  My room was too hot so I've moved into another room with the nice ocean breeze.  I've kinda intruded in another's room, but there are two beds here and I'm too hot to care much.  

So far it's been great.  Lots of activity and walking around was done in dc.  All very interesting and fun, but I'm ready to just kick it for a few days.  If the weather persists like this, I'll most likely be living out of my bathing suit for the rest of the trip.  I'm sweaty and sticky and my hair...goodness my hair.  Ive put the bangs away in this weather, but the rest of the hair is doing it's own thing.  I'm trying to live by my own rules of: if I can't see it, it doesn't exist, but once in a while I'll catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and shake my head in shame.  The beach life ain't glamourous, but hell, it'll be beachy!!

I'm here!

Ok ok, I just go there. Trying to fit in a blog while waiting to be
picked up, and before my phone dies!

Outside, it is 113. Ai papi! I got a taste of it walking off the
plane. And then was greeted with blasting ac.

The people here in the airport are interesting so far. Lots of waspy
looking families. Is waspy a bad word? (as I ask my all white
readers). East coast boys with their short shorts. Makes me smile.
Blonde put together ladies with a sweater tied around their necks, and
they're not even being ironic about it!

I know, I know. This is the world, people are different in diff
areas. I really need to get out of my bubble more.

Landing was a bit rough. I need something to calm my stomach.
Stomach, be still! Be still I say.

I went to the bathroom to take off my pants in preparation of walking
outside. I don't know how the suits do it, I really don't.

Stay tuned.

Back in action.

Leave it to me to blog at the airport. You'll probably hear a lot
more from me on this trip than the past two weeks! I seem to have a
lot of thoughts on trips.

I'm sitting here looking out the window watching this guy transport
luggage on to the plane- one piece at a time. Oy vey. This can't be
how it's done. Oh! I just looked up and he has disappeared.

This morning as I was brushing my hair, I had the thought that I
looked a lot like Ramona. Of Ramona and Beezus. In that I have this
baby dress on and the haircut of a five year old. Nevermind that I
just turned 29, no. From far away I could be mistaken for a tall five
year old.

The birthday went well this year. Tried all day to not talk about it
at work but I've since found that friends get offended when they find
out you haven't told them it's your birthday. So in an attempt to not
offend anyone, I started casually telling people and dropping it into
the conversation.
"It's my birthday today and yes I'll have that cut by 4pm"
Ok not really.

So there was a cake at 430pm and an attempt at a surprise in the
conference room, along with coworker Dan, whose bday was a few days
before mine. And I say attempt because You kinda always know when
someone unexpectedly wants to see you about "something".

In any case, it was nice and I had this feeling of embarrasemnet, as
did D, but mine was more of, wow all of you are taking the time to
sing and have cake with lil o me?

Also in the attempt to not offend, I decided that morning to have some
drinks with people, because C was so adament about getting drinks for
my birthday and I couldn't bear to let her down. So then I invited
some people. And if I invite this person then I have to invite that
person, and it turned into an affair. The very same affair I tried to
avoid.

It actually turned out quite nice though, I got to spent some time
with everyone that showed up, and had myself a good time. And some
tacos. Along with mojito!

Time to fly, bbl.

So awkward

So I've had this one task I had to do before I left and I kept putting it off and finally just did it.

I had to go ask the front house to take my mail in for me while I'm gone for the week. And normally I wouldn't have, because I don't get THAT much mail, but B's mail is getting fwded here while HE's on vacation so it's double the mail for me. And I didn't want the mail clogging up the one box we share.

So when I got home just now, they weren't home. Kind of a bummer, so I write up this note. And by the time I'm done writing and take it back outside to put on their door, they were home. Thing is, when I pass by their windows, I can see them through the sheer curtains they have. And of course, they could probably see me too. And rather than knock on the kitchen back door, which is closer to my door, which is where I see them and where they probably saw me, I thought it'd be more polite to go to the front. So I knock on their front door, not wanting to ring the door bell and wake up the kid. And, also, I could see from my walk-by that the guy didn't have his shirt on, like always. So I give it some time after my knock, knowing that he'd probably be putting a shirt on. Or the girl would be wanting to put something more appropriate on, since she looked like she was in her pjs as well. But I waited a long time and nothing. So I had to knock again. And this time he came to the door with a shirt on, so he WAS putting on his shirt. So I give him the whole schpiel from my now useless note, he's ok sure ok-ing me. And, its all fine and good.

But just kinda awkward.

All this pretense. All this formality. All for 2 minutes of information.

Maybe this is what being neighborly is. Maybe I'm just not used to it. I just wish it wasn't so awkward with them. But how do I get to know them when we barely see each other outside? I know when they're home, I smell the food they're cooking, I know he walks around without a shirt on, heck they don't have curtains in their bedroom. I feel like they're somewhat in my life, but on the very very very peripheral edge.

Maybe I should bring some baked goods over?

Dammit.

I missed national ice cream day again!

16 candles

Why is it always that the week you're about to leave for vacation, there is always too much to get done and not enough time to get them done by?

I'm not one to bring up birthdays, and my family is not one to remember them most of the time, so tonight was a rather rare occasion in which a fuss (dinner and cake) was made.  My sister and grandparents also happened to be in town, which made the fuss a little louder.  My sister took us to all you can eat shabu shabu, which I realized after our food came, that I've never had before.  I always thought shabu shabu was the same as a hot pot but they're a bit different, and I felt a bit silly when the food came and I had no idea what to do with it.  I felt like I dropped the Asian ball (which I seem to do a lot but that's what happens when you grow up here).  Everyone loved the food, we stuffed ourselves silly, and then came back to my place to have cake.  I'm not that used to being center of attention but tonight it wasn't bad. I've been feeling like some of my friends could care less about me lately (present company excluded), so a little attention was actually quite nice. I had myself a really good time.  But things like this always make me dread the idea of a wedding, where I'd be the center of attention for a WHOLE day, which is maybe why I can never picture what my wedding would look like or whether I would even get married.

But I digress, I had myself a good time tonight and will just focus on that.  No need to stress over nonexistent future events right?

I wouldn't mind being 24 again, for some reason that sticks out as a good year to me.  Oh if I had know the things then that I do now! 

Do you guys remember a particularly good year?  Can you?
       

Bedblogs

It's been hot. I finally broke down tonight and turned on the ac. I
know people lived without ac for thousands of years, so I should be
able to do it too, but alas, I cannot. I heard that with the advent
of the ac, there's been less socializing within communities.
Apparently people used to sit out on porches and balconies and hang
out with each other to catch the evening breeze? Next they're going
to tell me that kids used to play outside and ride bikes! Ridiculous.

It's so hard to sit at work all day and then come home and sit at a
desk to work some more. Willy wonka once said, "if god had intended
for us to walk, he wouldn't have invented rollerskates". Well if god
had intended for us to sit all day, he wouldn't have created office
butt. You know, that thing that jiggles behind you when all you do
all day is sit, and then go home and sit some more. And, if god had
intended for us to sit all day, he wouldn't have created legs to walk
with, thus setting off the advent of rollerskates. Therefore, in
conclusion, three dotted triangle, we as people were made to skate all
day instead of sit. (In mathelogical terms, that was a very
complicated logic equation I just made easier for y'all to
understand. So you're welcome.)

A tuna melt sounds good right now.

Goodnight, sleep tight, don't let the bedblogs bite....you on the ass!!!

Btw SW, great job with the ASS name. What a great way to asskickoff
the book club.

TEN

Ok i have ten minutes.

Ten minutes to tell you about something awesome.

Unfortunately my brain doesn't work under pressure.

Uh, some sucky situations arising today. I'm trying to get beyond it.

Nine...nine minutes.

I'm kind of getting nervous about my vacation. A week seems like a long time away without familiar stuff. I really need to get out more. Travel the world maybe. First I have to get laid off.

Six minutes, I've got nothing. Blank.

G'nite.

TGWTDT: The Beginning.

Ok kids.

I'm not really sure how this should all work. I don't always have a lot of time for reading, but I also don't want to fall behind. I don't want this to become a competition either, so I say, at your leisure. But try to keep up with the group if possible, and I can't even say I can do that all the time. I say we start out with a few chapters.

The assignment by Monday: Chapters 1-3

Of course you're free to go on if you so incline. But let's stop at chapter 3 to discuss.

Thoughts, suggestions, ideas, please comment.

How girly I am:

When I'm in a bad mood at work, or just worked really hard or did something great and need to reward myself, sure, ice cream is a good option. But oogling on the internet is even better.

Specifically, dresses. I'm half serious when I say that I think I have an addiction. Well, ok maybe not, because I'm not hurting anyone...yet. And I haven't gone crazy. And it's not even like I'm buying anything. I'm merely just looking. And scrolling. Through dress upon dress. Dresses I'd like to wear, dresses I'll never be able to wear anywhere because I just don't go to those kinds of places, long dresses, short dresses...I like dresses. The odd thing is that I don't even wear dresses THAT much. Actually, that's starting to change, as I'm finding that putting on a dress is so much easier than figuring out what to wear. But I digress...

There's something about an overwhelming internet page of pretty that must somehow release endorphins into my brain or increases my serotonin levels or something. SOMETHING. Because I can really feel my mood change when I see a pretty dress.

I've been kind of stressed out at work lately. Not because of work overload or anything, more like...dealing with people and dealing with how I react to people and...basically I think I'm just bored. I can get into a whole post about it but I think Sarah pretty much summed it up.

So needless to say, there's been a lot of oogling when I have free time at work. God bless a pretty dress.

Face.

Ole!

Oh salsa....salsa salsa salsa.

I love it, I really do. I know I said this about roller skating too, but I don't think salsa has that extra kick that roller skating had for me. Skating was...skating was like Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Just magical. Salsa is, salsa is just fun. (It's also really sweaty. I mean really really sweaty. To the point where I look like I'm crying. And for some reason none of the other girls seem to sweat as much. Ugh. Sweaty me.)

So before I go on to the main story, I have to tell this side story of this....well, jerk really. We rotate partners in class, and the first time I got back into salsa a few weeks ago, I came across this guy, I can't even remember his name. We said hello, like most people usually do, and then he got into the questions. Are you chinese/korean/japanese? You speak chinese? Oh which one? On and on. I'm sick of these questions but they are always asked, so I try and be nice, answer in one word sentences as to not continue the conversation while still being polite. But you can only chat for so long!! The instructors have steps to teach you, you have steps to pay attention to and learn! At one point he asks me, how do you say so and so in Chinese? (distracting me from what the instructor was saying, so I got annoyed.) I give him a curt "I dunno" as I'm trying to pay attention to the instructors. And he's like, "you DON'T know?" I give him a very final "NO" and we continue our steps without talking. I was annoyed. At this point he wasn't even being flirty, he was just being plain annoying. He must've also said something else that left a bad taste in my mouth, but I can't remember.

So last week I don't remember my encounter with him. That is, he didn't do anything idiotic to piss me off. Tonight I had forgotten all about the first class incident, until I ran into him again. I said, "hey, how's it going" in my most friendly way, not remembering this was the same annoying guy. In fact, because I recognized his face, I greeted him like he was a good friend.

First thing out of his mouth? I kid you not. HE said, in a mocking asian accent, "Oh, you speakie good English." Wow. But stupid me, I am so slow, as soon as he said this, I laughed it off, thinking he was making some sort of joke that I didn't quite hear. Oh but I heard him loud and clear. It wasn't until I did my turn that I realized, "wow, that was incredibly offensive!" And I don't get offended by much! I really don't. Maybe that's why I didn't catch it at first. And even after I did, I still didn't understand what happened. I guess me finally being offended at something threw me off. It really did, I was really thrown off. After that I didn't know how to react? Pretend like I wasn't offended? Get mad at him? I really was so thrown off that I wasn't getting my steps right at all. He finally said something along the lines of, "oh that wasn't a good one at all" which, I still didn't know what to say to. I'm thinking he was trying to make a joke and realized he shouldn't have said what he said and was trying to apologize. But....really? Wow. What a dick. The more I think about it the madder I'm getting. I need to let it go though. I can't wait until the next time I run into him, I want to give him a good what for.

So then there's this other guy, who last time asked me to save him a dance at the end, and I left before that happened. Nice enough guy, but I am just not interested. This time he came up to me at the beginning of class while we were waiting around, asked if I go to any clubs, and when I said no, asked if he could get my information later. Oh how I dread these things. So I go through class ok and at the end, when there is free dance time after class he asks if I want to dance. And so I say ok. And we dance. He is good, and we have fun, but I'm still just not really into him, and he keeps asking if I want to go to this club and that club. If he could get my information. Oh wait, actually, before we free dance, he asks if he could "record us" so he can look at it later for notes. He says this as he pulls out his digital camera. Seriously. I can't make this stuff up. I tell him no, that I am not comfortable with that. He was like, oh come on, I stare back at him, so he puts it away. Sheesh. So we dance and the song ends and I tell him I need to cool off, so I disappear to the bathroom. But I really did, I was sweating profusely.

I come back to get my stuff and this other guy asks if I want to dance. Sure. Let me just stop here and say that I actually don't mind the free dance time after class. In fact, I rather enjoy it and WANT to dance, because it is a time for everyone to really remember what we learned and it's really good PRACTICE time. So I do want to be there. Just not when there are awkward men around.

So I dance with this guy and we have fun, chat about this and that. Until it starts to get a bit friendly. OMG, this is too long of a story already. Why do you guys let me go on like this.

Long story short, I got 2 business cards and gave my email out to one of them...kinda unwillingly. I don't mind having dance partners if I want to go to a club to dance. But that is all I want. But now I feel like I'm kind of sucked in.

I just need to remember, I'm in control, not them, I can do whatever I want. I make my decisions. Yes. Ok. Good. Awkward!!!

I need to be ok with awkward and not dwell on it. Moving on.

Shoes! I need some dance shoes! My heels were squeaking tonight and not gliding as much as I needed them to. But should I invest in dance shoes when, well, let's look at what happened with roller skating. I waited and waited and waited, and as soon as I got my skates, I stopped skating about three weeks after. I still love my skates, don't get me wrong. I'm just not using them to their full potential. The same thing could happen with dance shoes. But my ankles always hurt after I dance in my heels...BECAUSE HEELS ARE NOT FOR DANCING! Yea ok, time to get some shoes.

Hip hip, hooray!

Just got back from a lovely night with the bff. She was kind enough to drive up here and take me out to dinner. I think we were both worried that we wouldn't have stuff to talk about with each other (yes S, me too) but there wasn't a dull moment in the four hours we spent together. I think it just goes to show how good of friends we are. Even when we're far from each other living completely different lives, we can still get together and have a wonderful girls night, just being in each other's company. These are the moments I cherish.

Also, she was kind enough to get my book idear started. With a bang too really. For my bday, she got me The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo, which is suppose to be excellent I hear. And A, even though it has "girl" in the title, it's a crime novel, and I really don't think there will be too much womanly feelings in the book (since the woman is dead...haha). Actually, I really don't know that for a fact, I don't know too much about the book other than that it was really good. I think it's an excellent way to start off the book club. Sarah, A, you guys in for some summer reading and discussion?

AND THEN! I was thinking, that after we read the book, we can have a movie club in the fall! We watch the movie, and then compare and contrast the book to the movie. I hear that the movie was really good too. What an excellent idear I've got. Yes.

Let's get this party started, yea?

Fresh Idear

Ok fellow readers. I has this idea the other day, and I wonder if you'll be up for it.

I present to you!

wait for it...wait for it...

The DB Book Club!

I pick a book. We all decide when to finish it by. And then we can either post discussions after we've all finished, or along the way, when we know that we've all gotten through a certain chapter (I think I'd like the latter more).

What do you guys think? We can all share something with each other even though we're in different places. And I always get to a juicy part of a book and want to discuss with someone, like I did when watching that last Grey's episode, and the Jake and Vienna reunion. Things like, "I can't believe she did that!" or "I think this is how the story will turn out" or "the thing he did in chapter 5 reminds me of this story...."

I dunno, it could be whatever we want it to be, really. Anyone with me?

So far I'm thinking of Ender's Game (because I want to re-read the series), or Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator (because I just watched the movie, and vaguely remember reading about them going into outer space in the second book).

I'm open to other book suggestions too. Maybe we pick from a book list or summer reading list or something.

zomg.

OMG.

The worst thing about being a "trusted" person is that you get all sorts of information you can't share! But like...good things you want to share. And you can't. Because you're the trusted. Sigh. This is sooooo blogworthy too, but I can't take the risk. In a month people, I'll let you know in about a month. Maybe two. Or never.

I love how it's almost "back to school" season but it doesn't even feel like summer's started yet. At least not in southern california. I know it's the complete opposite on the east coast. The one great thing about summer though, among others i guess, is that traffic in the mornings dies down by about half. There's less cars on the road and you get to work quicker. Which means a few extra ZZZs in bed. Gosh how I love my ZZZs.

Ok, everyday I love my neighborhood more and more. I found out last minute today that atwater has a movie night. What? First movie of the summer: Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory: the original. OMG, yes. So C comes along and we had ourselves a lovely relaxing night in the park-date.

Willy Wonka, the original. What a great great movie. They just don't make movies like that anymore. They really don't. It was one of the first movies I saw in AMERICA. (And it's in all caps because whenever I say it I imagine I'm in some broadway show explaining something to someone and holding my right hand out from left to right as I say it: AMERICA. Yea, just like that)

When we first got to NJ in the first grade, I remember distinctly three things: the discovery of libraries (you mean you can take these books home?), making ice cream out of coffee cans (ice cream at school? I love this country!), and watching Back to the Future in class, with Marty McFly flying across the room because his guitar amp was SO loud, and finding that to be the most hilarious thing ever (oh that Marty). Thinking back on it now, why were we watching BTTF in first grade? Not that it has sex or violence or anything, but, it's soo not a movie for first graders! Right?

Anyway, I can't remember exactly what grade I was in when I watched Willy Wonka, but it was just so magical. The chocolate room, the crazy wonka man, the scary villain guy, it was all so magical. And re-watching it tonight after not having seen it for a while, it just brings all the magic back. You see things differently now, as an adult, but it still bring you back to when you were a kid.

The chocolate room scene? It's like crack for kids. Or anybody for that matter. It's just so powerful I can't even describe it. And Veruca Salt? Tonight I realized she is the epitome of how I feel sometimes. Sometimes I just want something very very badly, knowing I can't have it. There's this tantrum she throws when she's singing her song in the golden goose room, and the in the middle of it, she pulls herself together. It's very slight and subtle, but I realized it was a really amazing performance for a kid. I never noticed until tonight.

And then there's Charlie, wanting that golden ticket so bad, and secretly crying in bed when he realized the last one had been found. I know that feeling. And then that little glimpse of gold in the chocolate bar when he finally does find it. That's like...I'm not sure what that's like...cathartic maybe?

It's as though this movie understands what it's like to be a kid and was totally able to tap into those feelings. It's amazing, it really is.

So, I had this idea. I think it's going to need it's own post.

KBBQ

Ok, I know most, if not all, of my readers are not celebrity obsessed, but I just have to tell this story.

I took my brother out for his birthday tonight. We went to a korean bbq place in the neighborhood and earlier on, I had mentioned to him that Meagan Fox has been seen at this restaurant by a friend of mine. But we don't go for her, we go for the place and the food.

Then my brother's friends sit down, and a few minutes into dinner, I again relay this piece of information to them, thinking they'll appreciate it, and they do.

I must interject my own story here and mention that this restaurant does this annoying thing of greeting people LOUDLY I think in both japanese and korean every time someone enters or leaves. So much so that every time we heard them our heads would turn to the door to see who was at the door.

So while I'm telling them that M Fox has been seen here before, I also add on, that was a month ago, of course she won't be here today, but it's nice to know she's been here. Everyone nods in agreement. Not five minutes after that, I hear shouting at the door, and turn my head to see: Brian Austin Green, her husband!

I couldn't believe it and asked my brother to confirm. He confirmed as BAG walks right past us. With some girl. For the longest time I thought maybe BAG and unknown woman were perhaps waiting for M Fox to show up. But considerable amount of time passed. Then their food came to the table. Then they got pretty cozy. Then they ate. Then they snuggled. I thought perhaps this was her sister, and they're a VERY close new family. Or maybe I was looking at a hollywood scandal unfolding right in front of me. But slowly my brother kept saying, "I think it's her, it's gotta be her." And sure enough, it was M Fox. I just didn't recognize her without all the makeup. (Even though, she was still very pretty without all the makeup, she just looked completely different.)

So the point of me relaying this story is more like: what are the odds??? What are the odds of me assuring my brother that she won't show up tonight, only to have her and her husband show up five minutes later??!?! What is that called? Coincidence? Luck? Who knows.

Also, we started out at one table, but I asked to be seated at another table. This table, and the side my brother and I were sitting on, just happens to be right within perfect view of the couple. His friends, sitting across from us, had to keep taking stealthy glances while all we had to do was look up. So had we not switched tables or decided to sit on one side of the table over the other side, we wouldn't have seen them, and I wouldn't even be telling this story.

What is that called? Coincidence? Karma? Right place at the right time? There should be a name for this concept. Right?

I now have to go finish my book that is due back at the library tomorrow. They won't let me renew it!! The nerve. It's called: Never Let Me Go. Y'all should go watch the trailer for the movie that is coming out, looks pretty good. I thought remains of the day was slow yet enjoyable, but this one seems....I don't know, it seems a bit more immature. Maybe because he's writing from the perspective of a younger generation? But definitely doesn't seem like it should be the best novel of 2005. I'm sure there were better ones that year.

Weakness

The remnants of my migraine still lingers. Still feeling a little nauseous, slight headaches here and there. This is day three, symptoms, go away already. I hate that I have a sensitive and weak body. I wish it meant something cool. Like, my sensitive stomach leads to a longer than regular life. But probably not. I've been getting plenty of sleep, but it just seems to make it worse. So I stop sleeping, and all I want to do is be horizontal and go back to bed.

I so wish I had some ice cream right now. Ice cream always makes me feel better. Seriously, no joke, something about sugar helps me with headaches. I wish ice cream delivered.

Pulsations.

Migraines are the worst.

I hope no one will ever go through what I went through tonight. It's a bit too gross to discuss in detail, but if that wasn't a factor, it'd make for an...interesting story I guess.

Last time the culprit was ham in my quiche at the french place, this time I believe it was the msg in my chinese food. It was such good food too, and now I know why. It's amazing the things my body will do to expel food that isn't good for me. This made for the longest drive home ever.

And now I'm here, worn out, but not tired, since I already took a nap to try and get rid of it. Ok, maybe I am tired, but it just seems too early to be going to bed on a holiday weekend. Guess it's time for bed, and put this night behind me.

Again and Again

Oh man.

Had a tough workout that kicked my ass, followed by a lovely dinner with Hills. My mood has definitely made a 360 turnaround since this morning. I was in the most foul mood this morning. Even before the conversation with my mom.

I'm listening to The Bird and the Bee. Trying to get familiar with them before I go see them at the bowl later this month. I really like them so far. And I love the bowl.

Today I saw a few Madmen extras walking around in costume. So exciting.

I'm trying to mentally brace myself for the humidity that will inevitably be in DC and NC on my trip. I haven't been exposed to it in a while, and I remember the last time it took me totally off guard. This time I'll be prepared. At least mentally.

Notes on a scandal

Ok, no scandal here, just some notes from a conversation with mom earlier:

-My cousin is getting married. What am "I" doing about my "situation."

-It's July 1, I'm turning 29 soon, after 30, my **list goes down. (But she didn't exactly say list, it's a word in chinese meaning "what you bring to the table", specifically, to the opposite sex. I'm sure there's a word for it in english, I just can't think of it right now. Appeal?)

-Whatever I'm doing "obviously" isn't working since I'm still single.

-If I had started looking years ago, like she told me to, I wouldn't be single right now. (Right, because all these years I've been saying no to all the Mr. Rights)

Thanks Mom!!

Egads.

So as some of you know, I've started freelancing on the side again, which, may explain the sudden surge of blog posts, as blogging seems to be my go to activity when I'm procrastinating.

My mission: to cut X (=as many as I can) amount of promos out of 10+ hours of interview footage shot in Shanghai. There are so many issues with the footage, I wouldn't even know where to begin to explain. It's led me to think that I can possibly set up shop in Shanghai, and do it better than the people there can. Of course, I'm not planning to just move there on a whim, but if the opportunity ever came up, I'd go.

I don't know if the people in the footage being interviewed were handpicked or just random people off the street, but boy there are some good looking people in Shanghai. Guys and gals, all fabulous. All multicultural, multilingual, and good looking.

Some of them though, are kind of dense, and watching this footage makes me cringe at humanity. I've had several guys tell me that girls are all after guys with money and looks. I was always so naive, thinking that these were generalizations, that those girls only exist in movies, on tv shows, and on Sunset Blvd, west of Fairfax. (haha, only a few will get that last joke. but boy is it a good one. keeper!) But after watching what some of these girls are saying in these interviews...I'm starting to wise up. One of these girls said: I like Chuck Bass because he's rich, and he's hot, he's pretty much the perfect man. Ok fine, they ARE talking about a fictional character on a fictional tv show after all. But still. There was such conviction in her words. It made me cringe.

Rambling. Again.