Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Superman is SO Strong.

The title of this post is a direct quote from Ben Gotzinger. From six or seven years ago but, still, he totally said it. And he said it while we (we being whoever was at the Gotzinger's house at the time... I only remember Ben and Jay but I am sure there were plenty more people) were watching an episode of Smallville. I have only ever accidentally watched Smallville. Twice. And each time I did not care even a tiny but about the show BUT something hilariously funny occurred and I remember both instances of hilarity fondly. One was Ben saying completely sincerely, "Superman is so strong." when Clark Kent ripped a door off of a car. It still makes me laugh. The next time Jackie and I dropped by Adam's and he was watching (Adam was always making us watch the WB) and Jackie said, "Quadriplegics should never be scared!" I won't go into it but, trust, it was also hilarious.
That is my really, really, REALLY long winded way of saying... I don't care for Smallville. I netflixed two discs from season three because Ian Somerhalder is pretty. Leave me alone! Anyway, I was watching them and I just don't care about Tom Welling. I like a lot of the other characters. The guy who plays Lex Luther is a good amount of someday-evil and the guy who plays Lionel Luther is just creepy. Jonathan Taylor Thomas split into two JTT's in the first episode I watched. That was trippy. But you just can't care about a show when you don't like the hero.
I love Dollhouse though. That show is freaking fantastic.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

To the Parents Nye

I just finished reading a pretty amazing story called If I Stay by Gayle Forman. It is about a girl who has to decide whether to live or die after a terrible accident kills her parents and brother and puts her in a coma. Naturally this lead to me thinking about my own family. There are times in the story when she is describing her little brother who is ten years younger than her. This lead to me thinking about Jeremy who is fifteen years younger than I am and who is part my baby as much as he is part my sibling. Any of you older ones should understand this. I miss him a lot. I miss everyone a lot but Jeremy is my little spider-monkey, my baby forever. It's true. Just ask him, "How long will you be Jen's baby?" and his answer will be, "Forever." I have trained him well.
But this is supposed to be about Norm and Kathy. I love my parents. I love their generous and kind hearts. I love that they love me for who I am even when who I am doesn't make much sense to them. I love that they are protective and defiant in the face of my illness and in the face of those that disbelieve in my illness. I love their flaws because they have taught me that being lovable and good doesn't mean you are perfect it just means you keep trying.
I love that they love each other ferociously. I have been very spoiled by my exposure to their relationship and I know I will never fall victim to settling because I have seen true love. I love that they gave me so many best friends in the guise of siblings and that through all of our crazy and unique personalities we have formed a strong web of love and tolerance that has shaped us for the outside world but that also shelters us from it.
Okay... I can't stop crying so I think this will be the end. I love you, Mom and Dad.

Friday, June 18, 2010

I Want Love...

I want love, but it's impossible
A man like me, so irresponsible
A man like me is dead in places
Other men feel liberated

I can't love, shot full of holes
Don't feel nothing, I just feel cold
Don't feel nothing, just old scars
Toughening up around my heart

But I want love, just a different kind
I want love, won't break me down
Won't brick me up, won't fence me in
I want a love, that don't mean a thing
That's the love I want, I want love

I want love on my own terms
After everything I've ever learned
Me, I carry too much baggage
Oh man I've seen so much traffic

So bring it on, I've been bruised
Don't give me love that's clean and smooth
I'm ready for the rougher stuff
No sweet romance, I've had enough

Sometimes you need Elton John to sing it for you...

Monday, June 14, 2010

She Gets it From Her Momma...

I blame Kathy Nye. I really and truly do. I also blame Johnny Depp but a little bit less than I blame Mom. My very first crush ever was on an actor named Gabriel Damon... he played Spot Conlin in Newsies and I was in love with his blue eyes... I have a thing about blue eyes and bad boys. I realize that does not make me unique in any way. I was IN LOVE WITH HIM! I was also 11. Ever since then I have quite often fallen victim to the celebrity crush. I thought it would mellow with age but nope. I should have realized this since my momma has been married for 28 years and is still half in love with Johnny Depp. It is in my blood, what can I say? Past crushes include Jonathan Taylor Thomas (don't act like you weren't in love with him too, we ALL were), Matt Damon, Colin Farrell, Jude Law, Ewan McGregor, Clive Owen, Topher Grace, Gerard Butler, and John Krasinski (Jim from The Office). Guess who I am currently in love with... and guess what color his eyes are... predictable.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Working from Home...

I am now employed by two web-content companies. They send me their orders and I do my research and writing from home and email them back. It is fantastic because it has completely eliminated the need for me to care about what I look like each day. It is also fantastic because I can watch TV and videos while I write. I like TV and videos. I am also being paid weekly which I like because I am terrible at saving money. And, yes, that includes from two Friday's ago.

Things I don't like are:

I am a PROCRASTINATOR so I occasionally find myself writing like a crazy person to meet a deadline I have been ignoring. I have only done this twice but it is unpleasant.

I get paid through paypal which SUCKS because it takes a few days to post in my bank account AND I can only withdraw $500 a month. Yeah. In two months I can get a paypal debit card and use it to pay for things so that will be fine but for now it is irritating.

My room gets hot. This may seem unrelated but I generally end up typing in there and it is too warm for my taste. Lately I have using the basement as my daytime workspace. Much, much cooler.