in a nutshell

self-help

Books that teach people to love themselves in order to have more fulfilling and longer lives are the most pernicious, because people who read those kind of books are idiots, and in the end, to whom would interest a bunch overly self-loving idiots living more and more? Who wants narcissistic sons of bitches to become practically imortal?

via my sister's blog, who got it from him (sorry, both blogs are lovely AND in portuguese.)

sleep tight, lil' bitch

via sweetjuniper (the cutest lil' couple with a very hip lil' girl)

my days as a grown-up

Since I have negleted this blog for the past week or so, here's what I've been up to, summed up:
- new (REAL) job
- new Nikes, sweat pants and iPod (to enhance the experience of my my recent attempt to make jogging a habit)
- dinner at my old boss' house, with his lovely family
- napping


hummm...Yeah, that's pretty much it. I have been overwhelmed by my new job-having reality, with benefits, salary, working from 8 - 5 (without the flexible schedule of an intern). I have my own office (and by office I mean a cubicle)and soon I will have my name on a company business card. SA-WEET! The people are nice, I've had the chance to go out to lunch with all of them a few times this week, and it seems like it's a good fit. The art director is also new, and I still have to get to know him, so I'm hoping and praying that we'll get along.

The downside of this whole thing is that I have been EXTREMELY tired, and all I do once I get home is eat, lay on this couch and fall asleep watching TV. My day is pretty much useless after 7pm, and that bothers me terribly. Hopefully my body will adjust and I'll be up and running next week.

I just got home from a 'double-date'. I ended up agreeing to go out with my friend Kira and this guy she met, who brought along his friend. I don't like these kind of things, because it makes you look desperate, but what the hell, I wasn't interested anyway, so I don't care what he might think. It was actually fun, the guys were from some french-speaking country in the northwest of Africa, one looked Italian and the other one looked Brazilian. A cute Brazilian. Sort of a darker-skinned Ben Affleck, and that was MY date. Really cute, entertaining, and layed back. When the date was over (I cut it short because I kep yawning, since I woke up at 8 this morning to go get my highlights done) Kira and I walked to my car, and they went the other way. 2 minutes later, her date calls her phone asking if I was interested in exchanging numbers with his friend, because he really liked me. You know, I even considered it, but eventhough I would love to have someone to take me out every now and then, I would rather wait until I feel like I'm ready to put up with someone new again. I'm just sick and tired of disappointment, so like a coward, I just stay away and enjoy the benefits of single life. Huh?

What I actually like is having crushes. Crushes on people I don't really know. I like the phase before the kiss, before the end of the first date, before the first call. That's what I like. Because then you really get to imagine all those great things that of course, don't turn out to be true. Earlier today, for example, I went over a friend's who just bought a house in the suburbs, and the house was full with of really cute guys (his brothers and his cousin, who is SUPER FLY and on whom I happen to have a slight crush). He's really handsome, he seems to have his stuff together, great conversation, well-rounded, well-traveled, speaks frech fluently... I imagine what it would be like to date him, or even just go on a date with him, and how he would know exactly what to do with me, how to treat a girl who is outspoken and opinionated, and he would actually appreciate those things about me. In my mind, it would be perfect, he would call me the next day, then the next day, then the next day. We would wine and dine in really nice charming little places, we would travel, and do things couples do.

But then you actually go out with the guy. And he doens't like the fact that you have a brain and opinions, and that it just might be the case that you actually have more balls than him. Instead, he thinks you're stubborn. But he still calls you, because hey, how is a man supposed to get in some girl's pants without even calling her every once in a while? Then he acts like he's normal and really into you for the first few dates, until one day he just does something that makes you see think 'WHT THE FUCK? DID THAT JUST HAPPEN??', and then it's over, and all the nice things you imagined in the beginning are gone, and he becomes one more waste-of-time man in your lists of those who were WASTE OF YOUR PRECIOUS TIME. That's the story of my life.

So as you may have noticed, I've become slightly bitter and cynical when it comes to relationships, but what do you expect from someone who's dated men who turned out to be inconsiderate, stupid idiots. EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM. Even the one who I was with for almost 2 years. Yep, another stupid idiot (and broke!).

Well, this may be the Corona talking, so let me take my ass to sleep. Tomorrow I plan on doing laundry, just the whites. I also plan on grocery shopping and cooking a strawberry desert I have been craving for a couple of days. If the weather permits, I'll take my dog to park or walk somewhere. I also plan on napping, because that's just how useless I am.

white boys who keep it real

new diagnosis

About a week or so ago, I posted on my old blog a sad episode my dog had with seizures. It was a pretty weird thing to see, but I'm glad to announce that I have diagnosed myself the reason behind those episodes. It is clearly a canine case of goat fainting.

An Inconvenient Truth

4 words: GO SEE IT NOW!

Bring your family, friends and drag strangers with you. It's a scary, scary scenario, and the fact that only 3 people were in the theater besides me makes me mad, and says something about a country that is responsible for at almost 40% of all carbon monoxide emission in the whole planet.

Please visit www.climatecrisis.net, watch the movie, learn about it and do something.

please, save the precocious kids

There's something about kids that are too eloquent that gets on my nerves. I love them in movies, like that one little boy on Jerry McGuire, or that little boy on "2 and 1/2 men". Who doesn't love them? Maybe it's the fact that I know they are getting it all from a script that lets me look past the extensive vocabulary coming out of the mouths of people whose hights are about half the lengh of my legs.

But when those kids are on TV, especially on late night talk shows, I just can't help but to be irritated. The little girl from Little Miss Sunshine, Abigail Breslin, was on Jay Leno tonight, and when he asked her if she had a boyfriend, she said "I don't have time for a boyfriend right now. You know, that would really complicate so much my life at this point!" Her brother, Spencer Breslin, is no older than 12 years old and has a filmography that would make you think he's about twice his age. He acts like he's at least 45.


Would someone please stop doing that to those children? Can somebody please do something about the 67 year old woman that lives inside Dakota Fanning? Those kids look like little dwarfs, completely disconneted from their age. No wonder at least half of them turn out the way they do. How about only allowing mono or disyllable words until they are 7? How about we spare litte Dakota from a life of wild partying, drugs, alcohol and crime?

And can we please let Boy George clean the streets without being harrassed??



Dang, what is wrong with people??

Yo te cree

I am officially a nerd

Yesterday I endend up spending a good 2 hours at Crate & Barrel just browsing around things I won't be able to afford in the near future. I had to settle for 3 plates and an ice cube tray that added up to less that $30. When checking out, I said it was gift to someone because I really wanted the box, which you can see above. Don't you just love that type?

At night, I went to Video Game Live ,which was a very odd experience. Absolutely great, but nevertheless strange. VGL is on tour worldwide, and they put on a show with different symphony orchestras that play the music of the most famous video games of all times. I saw people dressed as video game characters, wearing capes and all types of medieval garments. When act one was over and the lights were turned on, you could see people desperatelly pulling their portable games out of their bags and pockets like they had been counting down the seconds for that one moment. They even played that Numa Numae song, and I swear those kids were all having a ball like this one right here. I was in the twilight zone, but it was pretty amazing. The true beauty of the night were the people-watching moments when the lights were on.

ahhhh.....i feel better now.