February 10, 2009

February 10, 2009
It's Tuesday. Levi's just left for work, I'm on my laptop watching tv, wishing the Ethernet cable would stretch to the living room so I could get online. I'm watching a reality tv show about bad girls that go to a ladies finishing school to become proper ladies. I would like to become a lady. It's not that I'm not a lady, I have lady-like qualities but here I sit in baggy jeans and my boyfriends shirt and tennies with my feet on the other couch. There should be a reality show where it's the ultimate life makeover, you've got these finishing school ladies to teach you to become a lady, the What Not to Wear crew to teach you what to wear and how to wear it, Extream Makeover to give you a new place to live, You Are What You Eat to keep you trim and healthy, True Life to chronicle it all, and Real World to follow you after your transformation. I honestly believe that any person on a reality show should go through some kind of therapy, I guess that's true for everyone.
I hate girls that have bad voices. One of my dream jobs would be to do voice over work for commercials or tv, I'm sure it's as difficult as any other job but it would be nice. Watching a new born on tv it's strange to think that weeks or even days ago that baby wasn't born, how did they get a career so quickly? Maybe a producer or director's kid, or relative.
Another one of my dream jobs would be to be the idea person for the Today Show, or Good Morning, America. I have so many ideas and ask so many questions, for the research to get done and written in a journalistic fashion, I'd do it given the resources, maybe another person to help me.
I'm still watching the show about bad girls. They're all victims, most play a victim. Without their makeup I feel better about myself without makeup. It's an exaggeration of feminine features, but so many ugly features of the inside seem to be exaggerated in the physical features. It's like looking at Princess Diana, or an aged woman with proud wrinkles on her face, it's somehow beautiful beyond the flaws. And then looking at a physically beautiful woman that just isn't because of her inner attributes. One girl eliminated, she told the finishing school ladies off, classy.
More tv, You Are What You Eat. If you've never seen this show it will change the way you eat. I'll admit I had a Big Mac yesterday, but it's something that's once in a blue moon. I'm an American, I love my burgers. But I know the difference when you eat something good you end up feeling good. It's a show that's on BBC, the British Broadcasting Channel (I think that's what the acronym is). On this episode two guys eat really poorly, and drink quite a bit. One of the guys looks like he's pregnant, and I'm pretty sure the two guys are gay. It's surprises me that homosexuality is rather well accepted in the UK when it was the pilgrims that escaped from England to avoid religious persecution. American's are the ones that seem to have the big issue, at least from what I've seen. I've never been east of Kansas, and BBC is where I get my source for anything in England, so I could very well be wrong. Maybe do a study of homosexuality in various countries, I'll put that on my list.
I keep telling myself that to work out, my pilates video is actually really good, and the 20 minutes a day is something I could easily spare in my day of, well nothing. I own a treadmill, it's sitting there unused. What is it that's stopping me? Perfectionism, maybe. I'm not a victim, I just haven't done it on my own accord. Maybe today, I hope.
More You Are What You Eat, I watch an unfortunate amount of tv. I guess it's just a matter of learning something that. On this episode, an extra large single mother, that is passing her bad habits onto her daughter. No fresh fruits or vegetables in a week. I read in a book that says potatoes are the favorite vegetable of children, because of french fries. I love french fries, with mayo. I should give them up. I've pretty near given up soda. The only soda in the house is diet and that's not something I'll touch.
I've considered going on the Biggest Loser, but they wouldn't take me because I'm not big enough. The last winner lost almost fifty percent of her body weight, if I were to lose fifty percent of my body weight I'd weight seventy pounds, not healthy for anyone over the age of eight. So today since I woke up early and am actually experiencing some of the hours in the day I'm trying to eat something every hour almost on the hour. I've had Starbucks (thanks to a friend), yogurt, cottage cheese so far. I don't know what I'll have next, but I've got about a half an hour to decide.
People on reality tv seem to have so much time on their hands. It's not true, I'm sure, but how do people get off work for shows like the Biggest Loser, I mean it's like months that they're on the ranch. I guess it maybe it's a leave of absence, and in the long run it's cheaper for the company compared to the insurance costs. But other reality shows, do people not work? Maybe they're to blame for the economy.
Oh the economy. It's like a flu or sickness that's affecting everyone, as much as I hate to admit it. You don't understand how bad the flu is until it hits you. Obama's stimulus just passed earlier today. I don't know what it means to me, but I hope I can eventually pay my bills with it. No matter how many times my credit card company calls it doesn't change how much money I have.
For now, I'm done, but I will write more.