Dis and Dat

In fun, unordered list form:

• Oh my. Last night's Project Runway reunion show was delicious. Lupe had obviously snorted crack prior to the show and Tim's bitchy no-nonsense response to her when she couldn't even answer a yes or no question without being a total fucktard was beautiful. I also quite enjoyed the Andre montages and Timpressions (Tim really is my Lord and Savior, I think). But best of all: Project Runway -- The Musical. I have never laughed so hard in my life. I only wish it had more numbers. I'm getting geared up for the finale, but then I realized that I won't be around for the first part next week since I'll be stuck in rehearsal. Damn.
  
  
• Despite my missing Project Runway, I really am sort of looking forward to doing the show over at Colonial Playhouse. I am not looking forward to the drive to Aldin or being in a freezing cold light booth for 4 hours a night all next week, but I am looking forward to seeing the people, for sure. I have to break it to Marta and Dick that this will be my last show with Colonial, which I am not looking forward to, but it's just too far to go for me.
  
  
• So after Prince Fucking Charming exited stage left, my WHITE HOT RAGE simmered down into a cynical look at love and deep sadness about how undesireable I am. This is a silly thing because, really, even before I found out that Prince Fucking Charming was using me to cheat on his girlfriend, I wasn't all that wild about him. I had known from the very start that something was off about him and that he wasn't right for me. So why all the saddness, especailly when he got what was coming to him in the end and, as everyone tells me, I did the right thing and alerted his girlfriend to the situation? Because it's just my luck. I've never been the pretty girl. I never will be. I will never "get the guy." What's also not helping is that Kelly, who deep down I am geuninely happy for, has met this incredible dude and she's over the moon about him. I can't help but be really envious. And I hate being jealous, because jealousy is a stupid, pointless emotion. Somehow, being single was eaiser to take when Kelly was by my side wanting to down pints of Ben and Jerry's with me.
  
  
• All that being said, in order to make myself feel a little better, I dressed up in a smokin' hot outfit today: Tight black sweater that accentuates my assets, sleek black skirt with slits up both legs, and the sex kitten shoes that I bought myself on Valentine's Day that make my legs look bitching. Dudes, line up to my left for makeuots!
  
  
• Ireland -- oh how I want to go to you. Why I decided to tell my parent's about this opportunity right away I don't know, because they were the biggest rainers on the parade ever. But you know? I am sick of being a responsible adult. Being a grownup can be so dull. I'm going, if I can swing it.
  
  
• Renee describes Rang De Basanti really well.
  
  
• I finally got my iBook. I named him Stanley.
  
  
• Because I am mental and seriously my culture is going down the tubes, I downloaded Cascada's "Everytime We Touch" from iTunes yesterday. I cannot get this song out of my head and it is slowly destroying me. Never heard of the song? Allow me to describe it for you. It's every 1994 dance song that was played at your 6th grade mixer rolled into one very poppy unforgivably catchy song. I hate it. And yet I just payed 99 cents for it. And then I had severe buyers remorse. But it hasn't stopped me from listening to on repeat while I try to layout charts. I was feeling shallow from my purchase, so to make up for it I downloaded KT Tunstall's "Black Horse and the Cherry Tree" (very fun Scottish Girl Rock) and David Sedaris Live at Carnegie Hall (The Cartoonist was wondering what I was laughing at as I formatted Excel spreadsheets, I'm sure).
  
  
  
• I really wish I had a Martin in my life.
  
  
• I really miss Diary-X, you guys. A lot.