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| Yes, I'm gone. You can now find me here: www.prettysunday.wordpress.com
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| The Bush years have come to an end and so has my relationship with Xanga. I'm not sure what those two things have to do with each other but I just wanted to announce that today I have decided that I loathe Xanga and I will be moving to another blog host. I need to blog more often, and in order to write more often I need motivation and inspiration. And I'm finding neither of those here. All I see are either friends' blogs that they don't/barely write in anymore, and people who are obsessed with this website and call themselves "writers" but really are just ill-educated, narcissistic douchebags. Sorry for so much negativity, but every time I come to www.xanga.com all I see are pages full of:
1. How to pick up a dudes/chicks...accompanied by lame, stolen photos from around the internetz
2. A list of things that I love/hate AKA why I rock/am so much better than you
3. Posts about how OMG like racism/sexism/___-ism is SO not a big deal, I mean slavery was like so many years ago get over it ROFL, or any other form of some lame-ass commenting on social issues that they know NOTHING about.
4. And of course, the ever-present anorexia/bulimia/eating disorder blog about how I ate 3 calories today and got into a fight with my boyfriend and then made myself barf until I cried and threw up blood, PS I hate my parents and life is an endless pit of despair, I need a cigarette and wish I had never quit smoking crack.
It's just gotten unbearably annoying. I guess the internet is full of people like this, but I feel like Xanga is the hub of it all, like the cantina in Star Wars, except the aliens are a lot less cool and a lot more OMG OMG look at me look at me. I love blogs, blogging, bloggers, everything that has to do with expressing yourself through the written word, and I love to read friends' blogs to catch up with what's going on with their lives. I love to read random strangers' blogs to see how they think, what's important to them, to get inspired. But almost every entry I read on Xanga...that I click on thinking that it will be something interesting...is the same old shit. I'll be back once in awhile to read friends' updates, but as far as using Xanga as a place to blog, I'm just over it. So goodbye Xanga; I bid you adieu.
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| Today is a truly significant day in American history. I just watched the inauguration with my coworkers and I teared up a little. I didn't even try to hide it from the conservative ones. I'm just very proud. Today is a good day.
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| This makes me want to tell my mom not to throw out any of my old toys from the 80's. The Fisher Price Little People Parking Garage and Service Center from the 1970's is now on eBay for over 100 bucks. Why??
I surveyed the antique shops in Old Town Temecula a while back and saw a whole bunch of old crap selling for a ridiculous amount of money. I call it "crap" not because I don't have respect for history or historical items, but because that's what I believed it to be. I'm all for learning about the past and preserving keepsakes and significant things of that nature, but some of these things were a joke. There is some kind of unspoken rule that once you've had junk for over 20 years you can sell it like it's gold. For example, I saw a "collection" of McDonald's Moon Men toys from the old school happy meals on display at one of these antique stores in a glass case, and the price tag on each of these babies was $30 and up. So $30 may not seem like a lot by itself, but when you consider that these are freakin' happy meal toys that you get when you purchase a $5 cheeseburger and fry combo at a fast food joint, that is a pretty sweet exchange rate. It's pretty amazing when you think about it. I remember being a kid and thinking the moon men were pretty cool, but at the same time I knew they were just filler toys for when McDonald's didn't have any better promo toys to give out, like barbies, hot wheels or characters from a new Disney movie.
I think my parents still have a box full of these guys from my childhood. I probably have almost the entire collection from the late 80's up to 1995. Like oil in my backyard that hasn't yet been dug up. I could probably fill the tank of my little Saturn a few times and buy myself a new purse. What have you kept that you think might be worth a pretty penny more than it was back in the day?
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| Happy Christmas! Hope everyone is enjoying the holidays and spending time with the ones you care about, cheating on their diets and reminiscing on how life was good to them this year. As for me, my family from New Jersey is here at my parents' house, and there's not an empty spot in the house to sleep. They have all passed out early due to food coma or jetlag, or a potential combination of the two. Tomorrow my Lola (grandmother, for all you non-filipinos) is coming and I will 'grandaughter' my way into her buying me some new stuff for our new apartment. Every year I find thinking about how fast the year flew by, but this year, for me, was a long one. I guess a lot of things happened in one year, which made it feel like a couple years rolled up into one. But life has been good to me. I'm thankful to be able to spend time with my family, especially the part that I don't get to see often. And very thankful to have a job in these hard times. 2008 was truly a transitional year...the year that I believe I became an adult, whether I liked it or not. I work an 8-5 job, drink coffee from a big mug while sitting in front of a computer and yes, I get sleepy before midnight. It's a rough realization and very difficult to come to terms with, but financial independence is something that I can finally be proud to say I've achieved. The boyfriend and I are moving into our first apartment together, and it's a really nice feeling to know you will be coming home to the person you care about after a long day at work. And just as the year was full of things to celebrate, there are always losses to help us appreciate what we have in life. One of my best friends, my companion, probably one of the sweetest and most caring dogs in this world, Midget, passed away. We lost her the week after Thanksgiving, and I know she waited for me to come home and visit with her one last time before she was ready to go. Although it's hard for me to even type this, I know she experienced life the best that a dog could. She was not a pet, she was my best friend and part of the family; she ran with me across beaches, through the snow, in our backyard, and sat with me and let me hug her when I was upset and crying. I wanted to write something special for her the week that she died, but even now I can't find the right words. It's strange to say, but I don't think I've ever felt this type of sadness, even for the death of a fellow human. Maybe because she loved me completely, genuinely, and unselfishly, and she let me know it whenever she was around me. I left to go to college and whenever I would come home to visit she was there and came to me and loved me the same way even though I was not there to pet her and play with her every day. She was a good dog. And I know a lot of people believe that there are no animals in heaven, but to me it wouldn't be heaven without her. So thanks Midget, I hope Jesus got you a shiny new nametag and I will take you for a walk when I get there. | | |
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