the finer dandy

Did you notice my new header? Isn’t it vamptastic? My friend Nic, took my other picture of me with the Cullens and made it even better!

Do you think my obsession with Twilight is becoming unhealthy? If you do, then you’ll have to deal with it, because until I am finished with the entire series (I’m currently reading Eclipse), it will not go away.

I am officially a Blogatorial Board Member on StyleHive.com! Check out my snazzy pic on their blogger page by clicking here!

And for the record, that picture they used is not posed at all. It is TOTALLY candid.

It’s just another gig to add to my grocery list of gigs! How exciting is that?

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Yup, I am almost tired of “Closer” by Ne-Yo

The song is growing mold, but I can manage to squeeze a couple more plays out of it before I start to excise it from my daily workout routine…

However, I am FINALLY over…

It took me long enough. Now when I hear this song, all I can picture is a guy in daisy duke cut offs, a wife beater, angel wings and combat boots whilst blowing on a whistle.

I know it’s late, but this COULD NOT wait until tomorrow…

Another Twilight trailer has hit the web! And it’s the best of all that I seen thus far. It actually bears some similarities of what I was picturing in my head whilst I was reading the book…but there are still some discrepancies.

Ugh. I hate it when she says, “I’d rather die than to stay away from you.” Vomit. And I did NOT picture those tacky baseball uniforms when I was reading the book.

Nonetheless, I CAN’T WAIT! I have officially cleared the date of Nov. 21 in my calendar.

Wow! I am such a geek! I might as well start honing my skills at Dungeons and Dragons!

Do you ever just browse YouTube for one particular song from the past and then you just end up watching all these music videos (both good and bad) that invoke fond memories? Actually, I don’t know why I started watching these…they just came out of no where…

…don’t think I won’t stop posting these videos from the days of R&B and hip hop yore…can you believe some of these songs are almost 10 years old? Damn.

This evening, I just decided to put all my work aside and go to a screening of the Jonathan Demme-directed Rachel Getting Married (out in the Yay Area this Friday) starring Anne Hathaway as a girl who just got out of rehab who comes home to her sister’s wedding to spread more dysfunction amongst her family.

The movie has moments that are so poignant with emotion that the screen seeps tears and the Oscar buzz surrounding Hathaway is well deserved - but I am not going to write a review about the movie - I am going to tell you about my experience in going to the screening.

First off, going to movie screenings is always interesting for me. Herds of people wait in line for this and depending on what PR firm is in charge of the screening, I wait in line or I don’t. Tonight I had to wait in line, which I didn’t really mind - until I got to the entrance and was denied admission because the theater was full. A big WTF expression veiled my face as they said this. I thought to myself, “I did not just spend money on BART fare to come out to the city to get turned away from a movie screening!” But then, just when I was about to take off my earrings and smear Vaseline on my face to squab with the PR rep, a gentleman exited the theater and gratefully offered me his seat to the movie! It reinvigorated my faith in humanity - I was so happy! (remind me to pay that forward later).

I entered the theater and have never seen a theater as janky-ass as this one - it’s the one on Van Ness, tucked away in a shopping center. I never even knew it existed. To make matters worse, I only saw seats available in the very front. I sighed and just dealt with what I had.

Then, I realized how warm and nasty it felt in there. Usually, theaters are cool, if not ice cold. It was really stuffy up in that bitch and it reminded me of one of those small porno theaters (not that I ever been to one - I’ve only seen them in movies and such).

As the movie started, I thought I would get used to my front row seat, positioning my head at a near vertical angle to get VERY up close and personal with the poor excuse for a movie screen just to watch the movie - but then I realized Demme filmed this documentary-style with jerky movements and haphazard cuts that gave it that “cinéma vérité” feel. “Okay,” I thought. “It shouldn’t be THAT bad.” But by the time the movie was over, I felt sad and a little nauseous. Sad because the movie struck many emotional chords with me and nauseous because of my too-close-for-comfort seating and musky warmth of the theater.

Yeah, I know I shouldn’t complain because it was a FREE screening, but c’mon - they could’ve at least shown it in a decent theater. PLUS - it wasn’t really free for me if you consider the BART fare.

Speaking of BART, on the way home, I swear the Asian dude sitting next to me was farting up a storm. It was stinking up in there and he was trying to act like he wasn’t emitting foulness from his ass while playing with his iPhone.

BUT…it was all for the sake of my lovely Anne Hathaway. Oh how I love thee.

WHOA. It’s been a very adventurous kind of day!

First off, let me just mention that Mondays are my busiest days. I wake up around 5 or 6 to go the gym, get back and then prepare for my long day of teaching and writing in the city - but that’s hard to do when someone yanks your hoodie with your keys in it.

Like normal, I put my hoodie in the public cubby holes in the front of the gym. I usually have no problems with that, but today was a different story. When I was ready to go, I realized that someone had taken my hoodie - along with my keys.

I had no access to my car - and my wallet and cell phone were in there. Luckily, my car was still there which gives me a positive assumption that the person “accidentally” took my hoodie because they lumped their things with mine in the cubby hole, therefore carelessly taking my possessions along with theirs.

The gym staff didn’t help much - there wasn’t anything they could do. So I just sat there for 30 minutes trying to make a plan of attack.

I called a locksmith who took me back to my place so that we can “break in” in order to get my spare keys. While he was doing this, I was wondering whether or not if he really knew that this was my house. I mean, is it that easy? Can anyone just call a locksmith and say, “I am locked out - can you break into my house for me” and then pick some random house? Okay - now that I read that, I don’t think it’s as easy as it sounds.

Anyways, I managed to get my spare car keys and get my car at the pretty price of $135. So the crisis was averted - kind of. My keys are still floating around out there and I am kind of paranoid. I need to change my locks that’s for sure.

Luckily, I was only 30 minutes late to work (my boss willingly covered the first portion of my class - I owe her lunch) and I did get all of my required writing for the day. I also ended it with a screening of “Body of Lies” which I am still marinating on.

I have a theory that a vampire has been listening to my thoughts of becoming one of them and stole my keys in order to lure me to join his coven - but I am not that easy. I still need to know what the coven can offer me in terms of benefits, cultural adeptness, style factor and whether or not they are like the Cullens in “Twilight” or if they are like the evil nomads.

Overall, I am surprise I didn’t go ballistic when all this happened. I am so surprised I didn’t break down. And for that, I am proud of myself. More than that, I am proud that you read this really long post. Give yourself a round of applause.

Before I go to sleep and wake up in four hours to go to the gym and then go off to the Academy of Art to enlighten young minds, I wanted to share this with you before I forget.

That was maverickly delicious. I am so sad that I missed SNL last night. Sure, Palin may not have gloriously crash and burned like many of us wanted, but still, it captured the essence of why we love Tina and Queen. And Tina gets an extra LOL for that flute bit…

I don’t know how the hell this came up in my conversation with Marques, but we started talking about CHiPs - the best gosh darn highway patrol series ever made - and I Googled it and rediscovered the greatness of the opening theme song:

That song is some hot shit right there. How can it NOT be embedded in your head all the live long day?

Big ups to Erik Estrada.

Okay, I was happy that it rained, but now - we are going to reach almost 90 degrees inland by Thursday? What the fuck? That is so unnecessary. I am offended. I mean for crying out loud, it’s OCTOBER. We should be witnessing some fall weather! I know we’re in California and it isn’t going to be hella cold, but it shouldn’t be feelin’ like summer in October!

DAMN YOU GLOBAL WARMING! DAMN YOU ALL TO HECK!