Bought my first eyeshadow primer yesterday. Whoever invented that stuff is a freaking genius, because now my zombie eyes won’t rub off! Win.
Normally, since we are broke, Josh and I don’t go to movies unless it’s someone’s birthday, or our anniversary, or something special like that. The Hunger Games movies, much like the Twilight movies, are getting November releases. The only birthday near this time is my niece Sydney’s. That counts, right? Even if we don’t take her with us? I read these books back to back for the first time after the final one was released, and have been waiting impatiently for each movie to come.
BTW, let me just say, PHILLIP SEYMOUR HOFFMAN. I met him once, after a screening of The Savages. Nice guy. My first thought was Damn, he’s short, and then he reminded me of my dad. I said hello, he said hello and smiled like he wasn’t irritated by my presence. The end.
I’ve been a FOB fan since I was 16, and have loved them more consistently than any other band I’ve listened to (except maybe New Found Glory). Save Rock and Roll is an amazing album for their comeback, and this is one of my favorite songs. I admittedly love many things mainstream, but I also have a thing for the weird and creepy (have you seen my Living Dead Doll collection?), and this video series is a perfect mix of the two. They’re apparently making videos for every single song on the album, all part of one narrative, and I cannot WAIT for more to be released.
Also, I find Patrick Stump’s voice (and baby face) very attractive. He could literally sing about someone’s grandmother taking a shit on a cactus and I would think it’s the greatest thing I’d ever heard. If I could somehow just have sex with his voice, not his whole person, would that be considered cheating?
I <3 #DisneyWorld
- Ke$ha – C’mon
- Robin Thicke – Blurred Lines (how is him singing “ho” on the radio version better than “bitch”?)
- Miley Cyrus – We Can’t Stop (no, I wouldn’t let a daughter listen to it, but I love it anyway)
- Zedd – Clarity
- Emblem3 – Chloe (You’re the One I Want) (obviously the guilty pleasure of all guilty pleasures)
- Florida Georgia Line ft. Nelly – Cruise (Remix)
- Ke$sha – Blow
- Selena Gomez – Come and Get It
- Jason Derulo – The Other Side
- Taylor Swift – 22
- Ke$ha – Crazy Kids (I’m going through a Ke$ha phase)
- Michael Jackson – Thriller (you didn’t see that coming, did you?)
- PSY – Gangnam Style
- Foxy Shazam – I Like It (“that’s the biggest black ass I’ve ever seen“)
- Christina Perri – A Thousand Years
- Ginuwine – Pony (Extended Mix)
- Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – Thrift Shop
- Skylar Grey ft. Eminem – C’mon Let Me Ride
My number one, never-ending struggle in life is my weight. There are four different factors to blame for this, at least the way I see it.
#1: Genetics. My sister is overweight, my mom is overweight (though both of them stayed thinner MUCH longer than I did growing up), my dad is overweight, my mom’s mom is overweight, my dad’s mom was overweight, etc etc. It’s a cop-out, yes, but has also been supported by science. As a result, one of my biggest fears is passing this trait on to my future children.
#2: Upbringing. My parents raised me the way their parents raised them. They didn’t read a bunch of books on different schools of thought, nor was society as involved in their parenting as it is in everyone’s now. When I was brought up, I was always instructed to clean my plate at dinner. No exceptions. You will sit there until you finish that steak. We don’t waste food in this house. Despite my brain knowing better than to do this now, it still happens. At every single meal. It’s as if I feel I have to stuff myself now, because who knows when the next meal will come? What if I starve to death between now and breakfast tomorrow?
#3: Lifestyle. When I lived in Manhattan, I dropped 30 pounds without trying. Because I WALKED everywhere. My body had no choice but to burn more than I ate when I was walking a minimum of three miles a day, plus stairs (which are everywhere in New York). I carried 20 pounds of groceries several blocks back to my dorm every week. Activities added up. Plus, I was only feeding myself, so I could get single-serving food items and never made extra. Living alone, I found more time to exercise in my room (Dance Dance Revolution was my drug of choice). As soon as I moved back home and started driving my car again, eating second helpings at big family dinners, and lazing about with Josh, every bit of it came back.
#4: Money. It is ridiculously cheaper to buy boxed, sodium- and sugar-filled foods than it is to buy fresh, even for two people. If we eat macaroni, beanie weenies and pasta I can get by on $65 a week, but if we make just three of those seven dinners from scratch, with REAL MEAT AND VEGETABLES, the bill easily tops $120 a week. FOR TWO PEOPLE. Did I mention we both have jobs so we don’t get food stamps, yet we’re broke from our mortgage, my student loans and car (to get to work), and the gas for my car that I drive to work?
However, since I’ve lost a lot of weight before, I do know it’s possible without surgery or pills or anything unnatural. That’s why I won’t do those things – they’re for lazy people. Yeah, I’ve been a lazy person the past few years. I say I don’t have time to exercise, but I do. I just have to stop watching nightly reruns of True Blood on HBO GO.
That picture is my at my adult-skinniest in college, where I was still a little overweight, but I felt HOT. I felt good. I won’t say my current weight until I’m well below it, but let’s just say that to be healthy I could cut the number in half. Step one: Set aside more money for the grocery budget. We’ve cut cable and we never go out to eat (or go out to do anything, for that matter). Step two: exercise in a way that’s fun. I signed up for Planet Fitness in March and hadn’t been since May, so I just canceled. I have a plethora of dancing video games for the Kinect and a heart rate monitor buried in a drawer, so I’ll be twerking my ass off after Josh goes to bed at night. Why at night? Because I start getting ready for work at 7:15AM, and I know from experience I will not get up earlier than that. Plus, it ensures that he won’t be walking in and out of the room, making me self-conscious about my thighs clapping. I hadn’t been doing this because I read somewhere a while back that you shouldn’t work out so close to bedtime. But you know what? I’m pretty sure being obese is worse for me than taking a little longer to fall asleep.
I’m gonna miss Anna Kendrick by her taco.