Day 271
Who the hell thought of the concept of a musical? Seriously, I am watching Grease. I haven't seen this film since I was in high school and I am thinking the same thoughts. Why the hell is there music? When is the music going to stop? Why are jokes from the "1950s" not that funny? The Grease Lighting scene looks like an act at a high end gay club. How did John Travolta feel about rubbing saran wrap on his crotch? Why am I watching this movie? These are generally the same questions that the 15 year old me had. But this time I know why I am watching it.
I am watching Grease right now to get the Modern Family taste out of my mouth. Okay so the only thing that has gone into my mouth is some mint iced tea and white cheddar-flavored popcorn, but seriously, I need to take a break from watching Modern Family. The reason: it is easily one of the very best shows I have ever seen, ever. This would be wonderful except that I am supposed to be spending all day writing my own television series. I have spent breaks writing up scene cards and typing up outlines into my computer with the intention of presenting them to my advisor. Then I watched another episode of Modern Family and realized that I am unoriginal and tiresome with my piddly ideas. The thing that I didn't think about is that every episode of Modern Family went through many drafts and people before it was even close to ready for shooting. Maybe I will remember this tomorrow when I am having round 2 with my ideas and outlines.
At breakfast I asked one of my friends to go out on a walk with me. He agreed to an afternoon walk. Then, I realized that I had just asked a man in a wheelchair on a walk. Luckily, he thought that it was hilarious.
This afternoon I called the bar that I interviewed at last week to see if the manager was in. I spoke with a bartender who told me that the manager was out of town until Wednesday and they had already done the hiring. After that blow, I looked at my phone to see that my current co-worker from the Post Office had called 5 times and texted me twice, once in the third person. It was only moments after that that I decided to go ahead and apply to work the front desk at the Tennis Centre despite the only time I played tennis I was hit in the eye.
At supper this evening a couple things happened. First, when I was in line several people mentioned that I looked good and color-coordinated. Geez, wear a red shirt and lipstick and people get worked up. Next, I discovered that the quiet girl who hangs out with idiot boys was born just two days before me in the same year, even though she looks 3 years younger than me. Also, the guy who invited himself to watch Glee in my room sat by me. I turned him down that day, but allowed his company this evening. He made special note for me to look at his food tray and notice that there wasn't food all over the tray part as he can never keep it on the plates. Then, he announced that he has never eaten cauliflower before and that he was going to give it a shot. He picked up a piece of steamed cauliflower with his fingers, ate it and declared, "That's not bad." Yeah, so that was my dinner, geez, at least there was meat.
I spoke with my mother over the phone this evening. She listened to me complain about how much I suck at coming up with original, clever ideas I listened to her complain about having to drive for 6 hours with my father and his sister and husband (my aunt and uncle). My aunt is a lovely woman who talks, a lot, and is self-deprecating but not in a humorous way. Her husband is a large man who loves to argue about the virtues of Christianity using anecdotes from events that occur at the super church that he works for, the same church that cut his salary by a third despite a growing membership. And my father is--well, my father. The rest of my mother and my conversation was mostly me telling my mother how to sneak alcohol into the car, what to choose to bring based on smell, container, and the types of questions my relatives would ask about her beverage, while my mother whined, "Why can't I just like vodka?" This made me realize that no matter how far you go, your own family is the most hilarious thing on the planet.
Wonderings:
I love that the commercial for Hoveround scooters is led by a guy named Tom Kruse.
I wonder how many people are now going into med school because they saw doctors on TV.
I wonder how long my bodyguard can ignore me for on video chat.
I wonder who thought of the name "Happy meal." But more so, I wonder exactly what they got paid.
I wonder if Rhea Pearlman still has the Kewpie doll earrings she wore on Cheers.
I wonder if there really is a family of skunks nesting in the courtyard outside my window. I wonder if I will be afraid of them or try to tame them for a circus show. ?Hey, maybe then I'll be able to pay back my student loans.
I wonder will the kids of Glee take every Gaga song and make it sound Glee-ified, (generic musical) as it gets?
I wonder if Taylor Swift is actually a squirrel. And if she is, where is her tail?
I wonder...a lot.
Tip of the Day: Don't think about the gelatinous goo atop your piece of pie just eat it.
-Canadian Castaway
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