just for you

i am a big fan of itunes. and usually i'm a fan of the 'just for you' music selections. it's as if the folks at apple know me better than i know myself with the music they choose for me. today though, i really hope that i know myself better than apple. the top three songs on my 'just for you' list were the following:

1) 'see you again' - miley cyrus (hannah montana 2)
2) 'i'm a flirt' [remix] - r. kelly featuring t.i. & t-pain
3) 'buy U a drank' (shawty snappin') - t-pain featuring yung joc

i'm not sure what to think. i don't know who i am anymore.

airport folk

i'm at the airport in milwaukee. the man in front of me had two carry-on bags - a backpack and a rolling suitcase. the backpack presumably contained his clothes. the suitcase was full of bags of instant rice, hershey kisses, and super-sized aerosol containers of shaving cream. i'm going to venture to guess that this man hasn't flown since 1980. and he probably won't fly for another 30 years after the hassle it took for him to pass through security here at mitchell international.

rental delinquent

i've recently realized that the only things that i should rent are apartments. i'm terrible with due dates outside of work. whether it be movies or books or really anything that i have to take back, i'm terrible. i start off well and do a good job of being on time, but after a few months or so i find myself down the slippery slope of denial when it comes to having to turn things in.

take for instance a library book. i decided when i moved to ny that i'd try to get my books from the library rather than buy each and every one that i read. what use are they sitting on my shelves? they're nice to look at, but a pain in the ass when i have to move. plus you can calculate the amount of money that has been spent by looking at the number of books. every night i fall asleep surrounded by the remnants of the hundreds of dollars i've spent on paperbacks and hardcovers. when i first got my library card, i turned back my books early. i'd even request ones and come to pick them up when they arrived at the library. somewhere around thanksgiving i got out of the groove. i checked out three books, neglected to finish them, and kept them stacked in my room rather than returning them. now i'm pretty sure the NYPL will be sending some guy to slap me around in the next few weeks.

what i don't understand about this whole book borrowing business are the fees. a book costs a set amount of money. it may cost a bit more money to ship it and get it into circulation into a library, but at the end of the day, there's a final dollar amount that was spent to replace a lost book. so why can the library just keep charging people? i'm a screw-up and i know it. i'm more than willing to pay my debt to society for my indiscretions when it comes to library delinquency, but when does it stop? when do they say enough is enough, accept my debt card swipe for the book + labor + a few extra dollars and just call it even? when can i be forgiven for forgetting to return that novel from oprah's book club or the crappy sequel to 'the other boleyn girl?' at this rate, i fear that this is something i will be judged for when i die. and because of that - and the fact that i end up paying more in late fees than i would if i just bought the book - i give up. from this day forward, i'm done with the library thing. i tried - i really tried. i guess i'm not as ready for adulthood as i thought.

social suicide

i am home on a friday night. i'm sitting in my pajamas (which incidentally have skiing bears and beavers on them), lounging on the couch. about 5 minutes ago, i put away the pint of haagen dazs that i've been picking at. in some circles, people would consider this a sign of the end of a long-term relationship or a pity party following my boss serving me a pink slip (side note- my favorite term for being fired is 'separation from employment'). to me, this is the ideal friday night.

i do like to go out, to see my friends, have a big dinner at a nice restaurant, stay out late at the bar - all the perks of being young and living in a big city. but really, those things come second to the enjoyment I find with just taking a night to relax. i know that probably makes me antisocial, but the fact of the matter is that without nights like this i go a little bit mad.

psychic reading

a promo for channel 5 news tonight...

b-roll: footage of woman in the back of a police car

reporter: "did you predict this happening?"

"a local psychic was arrested today. details at 11."

the peanut gallery

i'd like to thank the couple behind me at the movies on saturday for their commentary.
i especially liked how they spoke louder when the movie volume increased to the point that they were almost yelling.
that they didn't even try to whisper and that they expanded their conversations to things outside the realm of the theater.
i too was curious what had happened on CSI last thursday. especially given that it was a rerun - and that it's been reruns since december.
i also wondered multiple times during the movie why a character was doing what they were doing.
and recognized someone in the movie from another role but couldn't quite place him.
at least 5 times.
you may still be wondering why i was constantly turning around and glaring at you.
and why the rest of the people in my row were doing the same.
it wasn't because we thought we knew you from the subway.
or that we thought your shirt was really cute.
we really just wanted you to shut up.

i hope this note finds you well
and perhaps still pondering the movie's outcome.
because here's the thing...
if you're going to talk so loud that the better half of the theater can hear you, at least pretend to know what's going on.
or make people think that you didn't walk into the wrong movie.