I'm doing the Blogathon this year. Would you be interested in sponsoring me? Your generous donation would help out the Mystic Aquarium and Institute for Exploration. And I would love you lots for your support! All my sponsors will get a lovely thank you gift from me after the event. More info about the Blogathon can be found here. (I know you've got a heart to support a good cause for once out of all the times you pay for porn.)
07:32 PM [Link]
July 24, 2002
Intelligence and good judgement makes a guy attractive. I am enlightened and aware of all of today's current issues and events thanks to Dan Abrams. I'm finding myself watching his show every evening nowadays. Most of the opinions he expresses on his show is all I could have said myself but he uses better vocabulary. And help me now, I've just signed up to recieve his weekly emails.
Topics discussed on his show this week included the fast food industry being sued for making people fat. (transcript of show 7/22) I quote John Stossel by saying "Give me a break!" So there are people who assume that people in this country are overweight because McDonald's and Burger King and Wendy's gives us deals for our money. Therefore they're sueing them all to get the money equivalent to what we already ate, back? Are we, as individuals, not at all responsible for what we put into our mouths? Are the burger joints to blame because some of us don't exercise enough? Should we point the finger at them for persuading us to spend an extra few cents for a "super size" meal and buying another kid's meal for our kid because he likes the new toy offer?
I can admit that fast food is very tempting to eat because it's served quick and I don't have to burn a finger to cook it myself. I used to like all the meal deals that burger joints offer, too, because for less than five bucks I can get a quarter pounder, medium fries, and a drink, which seems like a good deal. I have also learned how fattening fast food is. (Not to include that the production of beef is not pleasant... a good read would be Fast Food Nation by Eric Schlosser) In result I've chosen not to eat it unless I get into the situation of being out, getting hungry, and not willing to wait so long for food if I'm on the run.
I think I'm straying from my point. I can also admit that sometimes I don't realize how harmful some foods may be that I'm eating. I don't think I've ever followed the 1/2 cup suggested serving size of ice cream (I suggest about 1 cup or however much satisfies my craving), and I definitely get seconds on bread, pasta, and rice and all the fiber packed foods that can plump me up. I also know I don't exercise enough either. But the fact that I may not eat so sensibly and risk gaining more weight than I'd rather not have, or because I don't take a jog around the block is not anyone's fault but mine. I take the blame for my physical imperfections. I point my finger at myself for my lack of motivation to get off my lazy butt and burn the calories I just digested a half hour ago.
So if there's any opportunity for any and all American citizens to band together and bank off of the fast food industry's cleverness to sell fried foods, count me out. I thank them for feeding me at times of desperation and taking care of the late night munchies. I'd rather not try to put them to shame for my low metabolism. It's not worth my time. And it's most ilkely not worth the Supreme Court's time to be dealing with such issues, I bet they've got other things to deal with.
------------------ I really wanna spiel about the "Monster Fish" that's taking habit here too. If anyone wants to add their comments and opinions (the comments option is welcome to all) we can make good use of the message board as well.
now playing: Gimme - Jill Scott
07:33 PM [Link] [Comment]
July 21, 2002
Happy Birthday Janae! Your gift is flying over Pennsylvania as I speak. Or somewhere around there.
02:51 AM [Link] [2 comments]
July 19, 2002
Ahoy matey! And we're back to the regularly scheduled programming. I'm not sure what the reason was for the downtime but the site's working again.
I hate to beg and ask for things from people, but, I hope you'd consider sponsoring me in the Blogathon. Any amount helps. Thanks.
"What's new, Erma?" you ask. ABSOLUMENT RIEN! Translated from french, it means absolutely nothing. You know, the same old, same old stuff. It's hot as a crotch outside and the humidity is making me wonder why I ever said summer was my favorite season. With that said, it's not suggested to twirl sections of your hair into buns just to keep cool after a shower, because this is the end result. Unless you like having beach hair. If it were evenly wavy then maybe i'd go out in public with it.
I baked a cake a few days ago. "I once overheard a conversation" (quoting Buddy Cole from Kids in the Hall) between Erma and Bogdan about the cake's well-being.
ermie G: remember the cake? Bogdan Dragut: yeah? how wa zit? ermie G: interesting... i didn't have vanilla extract and not enough sugar... so i used some honey instead... it turned out okay... resembled cornbread more than cake... today it's as firm as molding clay Bogdan Dragut: ahahahahahahahahahahah mmmmm ermie G: wishing you could have some, huh? Bogdan Dragut: yes :-( ermie G: well i'm sure it's got some natural preservatives in it that i could mail you a block of it ermie G: it'll still be fresh when it gets there! ermie G: hahahahahaha ermie G: oh erma, you are precious Bogdan Dragut: awwwwww ermie G: i have my moments Bogdan Dragut: you're a star
now playing: Bag Lady - Erykah Badu
06:52 PM [Link] [2 comments]
A triple shot victim in New Haven today. And my sister still asks why I wish to return to that crime-ridden city in the fall. Risking getting a cap in my ass makes the learning experience a bit exciting.
Mom found my old diary while cleaning out the junk shed one more time this year. I tried to read all the entries but soon got pissed by the time I reached the 7th grade entries, whereas if you read it you'd notice my lowering self-confidence and too much tab keeping of boyfriends that never were. I wonder how my life would have been if I didn't have an awkward stage.
Really disappointed that my connections failed and I was too late to get decent tickets to Norah Jones. Le sigh. Seeking a place with air conditioning led me to spend the afternoon in the library. Reading Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris and a bit of Shabby Chic. Rented the Shining and Charlie's Angels. So much good free stuff at your fingertips at the public library. Yes, you heard it from me. I like to go to the library.
We now have people calling Joan's house asking for Mary Beasley. OH! If you have text messaging enabled on your cell phone, send me some text love. My new plan allows me to send text messages. C'mon. 860.884.9072. Telemarketers need not dial.
The pregnant friend situation has gotten me pissed. Her boyfriend is officially an asshole. This matter will be dealt with accordingly and I don't need to pull you into this any further.
Report Cards make me nervous. It's a little sad to think that sometimes I need those little good things in life to reassure myself that I should be happy. Having luck on my side and someone watching over me to bless me and make me thankful for what I have.
At this time I have to admit that I'm a bit scared to be living my life. At any given moment we could all die and not have seen it coming. The thought of another terrorism attack sticks in the back of my mind. I wake up in the mornings thanking God that I am able to live another day. I've grown terribly simple-minded to appreciate everything I usually take for granted. Nonetheless, even though I have worries of another possible attack or some nationwide virus outbreak, it still doesn't stop me from living my life.
It took too long to find out my grades from this past semester. For nearly a month I worried what grades my professors gave me, whether they felt as if I put enough effort in my work or if I didn't care what my test grades were. I checked for my grades online a couple days ago and I'm so glad that my grades are very much better than last semester. A's and B's. And a C in biology, but I knew that was coming. I raised my GPA up a whole letter grade and I'm sure that I'm now out of academic probation.
So for weeks I've been kind of sad, assuming my grades were as worse as last time and all my attempts at getting better grades was worthless. Now that I found out my grades I've been pretty happy these days that from late January to May my efforts paid off. Now I'm determined to study more next semester, because we all know I try to do my best. Right?
This is the part where you go, "ahaha, yeah right. you keep on telling yourself that."
12:55 AM [Link] [1 Comment]
