Anarchy? Really?

So here I was looking over some past photos when I stumble accross a picture of myself with Liz.  We are on vacation and eating chicken fingers or something like that at Sonic not far from Ocean City, Maryland.  I couldn't help but notice how fricken fabulous my hair looked on that particular day.  And if you're thinking this is going to be some superficial mumbo-jumbo about my color-treated folicles, well then you're right.  I think my hair as a whole is an anarchist.  I'm not joking here.  When that picture of Liz and I was taken, it was hot and I don't like to use a blow dryer when it's hot outside because, well, it's just too hot!  I don't even think I combed it out after my morning shower.  Yet it looks splendid!  Now see, when I curl my hair or even straigthen it or do anything with it at all, it just flops after a couple of hours.  My hair doesn't like order.  It loves to set it's own course--no rules, nothing at all to hold it back.  I think I'm gonna have to blame one of my parents for this.  I don't believe in anarchy because let's face it, anarchy--while it seems alright in theory--is quite improbable.  I don't care what anyone says, it's impossible for a human being to live without a set of rules or guidelines whether it's governmental or personal lines.  It just can't be done.  Another thing I must wonder:  Can a part of me believe in anarchy without the rest of myself falling suit?  I'm an educated person (so says Malone University, anyway) so...yeah, this is nuts.

It's late and I'm kinda tired.  Forgive my ramblings.

Currently Mad Men: Season 2 By Jon Hamm, Elisabeth Moss, Vincent Kartheiser, January Jones, Christina Hendricks see related

A New Bed; A New Job; A New View

I wish I could say I have a new job.  I'd also love a new bed.  My back is killing me!  Anyway, I hate my job.  I think everyone knows it, but I'll say it again:  I hate my job.  Hate it.  With a fiery passion that consumes my soul!  I wish I could be one of those people who can just up and quit their unsatifying vocation, but alas if I do the bank will take my car away and the people who own my student loans will destroy my credit rating and probably send the mafia to bury my penniless carcus.

I've decided to find another job even if it takes me to Kansas!

So anyway, the new view.  I guess I should talk about that.  I had an epiphany while watching Almost Famous.  I couldn't help but realize that Hollywood loves to portray women as either push-nosed workaholics or the crazy free-spirit.  Why is that?  Why can't their be a story where the free-spirited guy shows up and knocks the girl off her feet?  Why can he be the one to get the girl to see that she's the one missing out on her life?  Maybe I should do something about this.

Does anyone even go on Xanga anymore?  Maybe I should start blogging on Facebook.  You can do that, you know.

Currently Pretty in Pink (Everything's Duckie Edition) By Molly Ringwald, Harry Dean Stanton, Jon Cryer, Annie Potts, James Spader see related

I got a raise at work.  Yeah, it may seem all great and stuff, but basically I'm doing twice the amount of work than before and getting paid just a little bit more to do it.  You'd think now that we've got ourselves an assistant manager that my workload would have decreased, but it's done the opposite.  I wonder what it would be like to just throw my store keys down and walk out?  I wonder if it would be freeing?  It must be so nice to be content with your position in life.  I don't think I've ever been content.  For as long as I can remember, I've always been looking to the future, thinking something amazing is going to happen one day that will make life so much easier.  Maybe I should start looking at the present as a way to improve my future.  I don't know.  Maybe there is no such thing as contentment.  Maybe it's just an illusion.

On a much lighter note, I have recently discovered the joy of cake baking.  One night about maybe a month or so ago, I got this craving for cake but there was no cake mix in the pantry and I had no extra money to go out and buy a box.  So anyway, I went through one of my mom's cook books and found a recipe for a yellow cake.  I make it and not only was the cake absolutely delicious, it was so much fun to make.  I got a great sense of satisfaction looking at my creation, knowing Betty Crocker nor the Pillsbury Dough Boy wasn't responsible for this masterpiece.  It was me (with the help of the folks at the Good Housekeeping company with you know, supplying the directions on how to make the thing).  A couple of weeks ago I made chocolate cupcakes from scratch too and they were just wonderful!

People, check out my other blog!  My friend Adam and I have this blog set up where we write about ideas and other viewpoints we have for our favorite TV shows.  It's a really great thing.  That's why you should check it out!

I can't wait for the holidays to be over.

In other news (rather exciting by the way)--I am now online.  Yeah, that's right, my writings are now online.  Check it out!  http://mmaptv.webs.com

My TV died and now I have to buy a new one.  I don't want to buy a new TV.  I've only had this one for three years!  It's not time for it to die!

Smallville is so awesome this season.  I also really miss Mad Men and The Shield.  Ah...

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As Time Goes By

I can't believe December is already upon us.  My mom used to say time would fly by as you get older.  I just thought she was yanking my chain.  If time goes by faster as you get older, then oh my...what's it going to be like when I reach middle age or even senior citizen rank?  This whole getting old thing is not as fun as I thought it would be.

I'm not ready for Christmas.