Friday Night! Yeah! Wooo...

What to do on a Friday night when you're poor, single, and on a diet? Not much, apparently. My big event was a bowl of cocoa crispies and season 1 episode 1 of House of Cards.

uhh hello, of course I eat the GMO free, wind-powered kind!

Which, by the way, after watching the episode I wouldn't even think of watching another if it weren't for every other person's facebook status:

"OMGGGG House of Cards!! Whaaaaaaattt??!?!?!?!?"

and

"House of Cards -- SOOOO GOOOOD!!"

and

"House of Cards is my lover!"

etc.

What is it about the show? I mean, it has a talented cast, but the first episode did nothing for me. I guess it wouldn't be the first show in history to have a lame first episode and be an amazing show.  OR... maybe there just weren't enough shirtless buff men.  *ahem* Arrow and Beauty and the Best and even Vampire Diaries *ahem*  Wait... does this make me a teenage girl?  So what if I like a little eye candy on the boob tube? While listening to One Direction? And reading Bop magazine?

Disclaimer: I don't actually listen to One Direction but I might listen to NKOTB...

Maybe it's a good thing that I don't get too into this show. I watch way too much TV as it is. I should be spending more time doing productive shit. Like donating time to a charity or holding AIDS babies or painting my nails. Yeah, that's what I'll do. My cuticles look a little ragged.

Ooohhh so fancy

 

 

Black Gold, Texas Tea, Swimming Pools, Movie Stars

I just turned down a job. An acting job. What is the world coming to????

(sigh...)

It was even a paid acting job. And a fun role. And up in Northern Cali for 6 weeks. But not paid enough. Who can live off of $275/week??? That is below the poverty line! I guess they can only hire trust fund kids.

too bad my oil money hasn't come in yet.

(double sigh...)

So I stay here in LALALand aimed on getting something even bigger and better than some dumb lead role in some dumb play in some dumb picturesque town for some dumb reputable theater company.

Hey Uncle Jed? How soon can I get adopted?

giving back

This weekend I volunteered with an organization that has provided so much possibility in my life.  A lot of people have called it a cult, but if it is, then it is a cult that lets you have anything you want for your life and a cult I don't mind being a part of because they don't make you believe you are going to be taken away by spaceship to God after drinking poison.

to go to heaven you must wear Nike shoes.  for the spaceship. 

Seeing as how I'm just starting a new job and won't get any money from it for at least three weeks, I certainly do not need to be spending the $40 in gas I will be driving through this weekend (and tuesday evening) but sometimes you just give a little.  and karma usually then gives you a lot.  at least, that's the idea.  

Anyway, this weekend I met a guy who, personality-wise, I was TOTES crushing on! OMG we were just laughing and having so much in common and wow! zing! But.  He is just SO not my type.  Facial hair (yuck), slicked back, slightly balding ponytail (double/triple yuck), and a few extra pounds (not horrible, more like final whammy). And I was pretty sure he was crushing on me.  Flattering me, standing close, etc.  So Sunday I didn't have cash to park in the parking lot so I parked on the street.  FAR away.  And this is in a very sketchy neighborhood.  So I asked the people I was volunteering with if one of them could give me a ride to my car that night, since it was about 11:30PM and I am a lady alone.  Well, homeboy offers to give me a ride.

Ruh Roh

Presumptuous me, I think, "uh-oh.  he is crushing on me and it is going to be awkward somehow.  He is going to either try to kiss me or ask me out or give me an awkwardly long hug or something." Ha! None of the above.  Very regular, normal, average, coulda-been-anyone ride to my car.  Whew.

So then he sends me a friend request on Facebook.  I accept.  Homeboy has a girlfriend! He is not interested in me at all! His profile pic is of the two of them and if pix are to be believed (and he has albums full) they are totes in love! ... 99% of me is glad.  relieved, even.  and then the 1% (with all their wealth, power and country club friends) was devastated that she is unloved.  even by goatee-balding-ponytail-man.