Archive for January, 2010

I would like to make an announcement…

January 27, 2010 - 5:26 pm 2 Comments

+clears throat+

Well, it’s two things actually.

The first thing was brought on by the fact that I hate sitting here at home doing nothing and I hate paying my student loans without having anything to show for them (I never finished my English degree, but they should give me one anyway. I deserve it). I mentioned this briefly in another post but never really elaborated on it and I’ve actually taken steps to put it in action recently.

In the spring (I don’t know why they call it spring, it’s really winter) semester of 2011, pending my acceptance, I will be going to Pitt for biological sciences, to then proceed to go to med school. You heard me, I’m going to be a doctor. Are you scared yet?

It is something I’ve always wanted to do. At no point in my life have I not wanted to be a doctor or a rock star (or both). There’s really only one of those things that I can actually control, and I’m going to do it, damn it. I know it’s going to be tough for me, especially because I’m not very good at math. I am, however, pretty amazing at memorization and things of a medical nature were always either common sense or easy for me to remember – I don’t know why – and I’m really excited to do this. I don’t know if I’m ready for eight more years of my life to be sucked away by school (I never liked school), but I’ll work through it.

The other announcement is slightly more pressing and way more awesome, at least in the short term.

Chris and I have set a date for our wedding. It is October 10, 2010. 10/10/10 because that’s almost binary and we’re gigantic nerds.

We’ve been engaged for more than (um, I think, I’m such a dude when it comes to dates) two years now and we’ve finally sat down to set a date. Do expect this blog to mention massive landmarks and such in the planning process but don’t worry, it’s not going to become filled with weird flowery stuff a) because it’s not going to be that kind of wedding and b) because I’m setting up a Tumblr for that, and I’ll share the link when I get around to setting it up.

But wait! There’s one last thing!

Thank you guys so much for the amazing positive feedback on my previous entry. I have some of the best followers on here, and Twitter, and Tumblr, in the world! You guys are a wonderful bunch of folks and I probably wouldn’t be continuing to do any of this social networking stuff if I hadn’t met such a unique and supportive group of people because of it.

Shine on, you crazy diamonds.

In case you didn’t know…

January 1, 2010 - 1:01 am 5 Comments

I am ridiculously vain. I am unabashedly, unashamedly vain. I think I’m hot shit. I have big dark blue eyes and a little chin and soft hair, voluptuous breasts. I love to look at myself. People love to look at me. I’m cute as a button. I’m short. I have perfect legs.

I’m also fat.

I’m five foot and three-fourths of an inch tall, and I weigh between 150 and 160 pounds depending on how much water I feel like retaining. On the hilarious BMI scale, I sit comfortably on the hump between – now get this – overweight and obese. I wear a size 12 pair of pants (not that you’ll ever catch me in a pair of pants). I wear a 36DD bra. Modern society calls me fat.

And I could not care less.

Because both of those paragraphs are true.

I am beautiful. I am chubby. And there’s not a goddamn thing you can do about it. And I wouldn’t, either.

The thinnest I ever weighed, after a terrible bout of a near-fatal illness, was 120 pounds. I was far from skeletal, I’ll tell you, but damned if once a day I didn’t have someone asking me if I was okay. It’s not a weight at which I look correct.

Remember that BMI scale? It thinks I should weight 113 pounds. It doesn’t know that I’m fabulous. I’m like mini Crystal Renn for fuck’s sake.

It might seem contradictory, then, that my one honest new year’s resolution is to complete a vigorous yoga routine daily, and indeed, through my entire self into the five forms of yoga.

Bull. Shit.

I want to be stupidly fit. I love the idea of being in shape. But I don’t care what it makes me look like or how to makes my clothes fit or what it makes middle America think about me. I value my health and my spirituality and my flexibility. I love to dance and to jump around and to sing. But this resolution? This resolution and my 150 pounds of awesome are gonna work together and make 2010 the best year ever.

And we are gonna be famous.

Happy new year, everyone, if you’re into that sort of thing.