The Superbowl was actually better than the Ads! For once! February 2, 2009

Ok. Superbowl commercials. Yuck. Actual Superbowl game…most excellent and entertaining. The Puppy Bowl on Animal Planet was hilarious for about 5 minutes, but hilarious nonetheless.  My favorite commercials were the following:

Because it’s a digital masterpiece:

more about “2009 Coca-Cola Superbowl Ad“, posted with vodpod

Because it’s frat boy humor, and isn’t that what
the Superbowl’s all about?

more about “Doritos SuperBowl Commercial 2009 Ad …“, posted with vodpod

Because there is nothing I love more than horses
and unrequited love stories:

more about “Budweiser® Clydesdales • No Mountain …“, posted with vodpod

Because, even though I know it is trying to appeal to society’s need for oneness,
it’s still makes me feel all warm and gooey inside.

more about “Pepsi SuperBowl Commercial 2009 Ad – …“, posted with vodpod

Another “I’m distracted watching the Cubs but must blog” post July 29, 2008

Watching the Cubs give me a heart attack playing Milwaukee…geezus! Although they just scored, and now it is 4-3…man, at least you can say they are fighting for it!

So I got a notice in the mail about my dog barking during the day…from the Unknown Hall Neighbor who I have yet to meet, but complains a lot to the condo board and likes to leave anonymous post-its on my door threatening expulsion…see, high school doesn’t end! It annoys me to no end cause I know it is not my dog. If Ollie barks, its at a squirrel, and not this “all day” busy this person keeps insisting it is…and of course, I am the girl that just wants everyone to live in harmony, I was the one who knocked on everyone’s door when I moved in to say, hey, I’m your new neighbor, let’s be friends…only to get laughed at. And for being “pet friendly”, they sure aren’t…and it annoys me because I try to be the good neighbor…and always get screwed. Maybe I should start being the bitch, and then they’ll stop hatin’ on Ollie! Geezus, he’s a dog. Wonder how they’d complain if it was a crying kid…can you imagine? Can they even fine you for a crying kid? lol.

A lot of people are commenting to me that I should take a dance class, since I have become obsessed with dance. But now I dont know where to take it…which type to take…and really, how much is this going to cost me? In this (non) recession, I can barely make mortgage payments let alone have a “social” agenda that involves “money” (I put that in quotes because money implies actual cash…and I, like any good North Shore brat would do, only carry plastic)…I think I would do good with Swing because I love the music…and salsa, although I can’t imagine actually going to a salsa club by myself so grown men could cop a feel and disguise it as dancing…but maybe I’m getting ahead of myself…after all, who says grown men can dance?

Last week I was so busy I watched one hour of tv. ONE. This from the girl who averages 12 hours a week on a slow week…geezus. I have Mad Men to watch. Weeds to TiVo (hate to be the only one in the office who hasn’t seen it!). The Wire, apparently, to watch. Not to mention the finale of SYTYCD, My Boys, catch up on House, and still be able to watch the Cubs sweep the Brewers! Too much TV, too little time. By the time I catch up, fall season will be here!

I miss “the country” (which is what I call “up north”, which is really just the hour-away suburbs) already…I just left, but I miss the wide open spaces! The not hearing people run up and down the stairwell…the porch…the 52″ widescreen…the oven that can bake chocolate chip cookies and not set off both fire detectors…

Ok, I’m random. And thus closes another one of my “I’m distracted watching the cubs but feel the need to purge useless information from my brain cavity so I can fill it with more useless knowledge tomorrow” blog. Hope you’ve enjoyed!:)

New Thing: Wrigleyville Rooftops! July 25, 2008

A room with a view.

5th inning.

the 40,000+ faithful

If this is heaven, sign me up.

Wrigleyville sunset

Crosstown Classic June 23, 2008

This is going to be a short post because I really need to get to sleep…but just got back from the Crosstown Classic numero tres and CUBS WON! AGAIN! SWEEP! It was incredible…my aunt always gets the best tickets in town, and they were row 11…oh yeah, that’s ROW 11 from the third baseline, right over the Cubs dugout!!!!!!!! AMAZING. When we got there, I kept elbowing my dad being like, hey look, that’s Ramirez…right there…hehe…oh look, Dempster’s RIGHT THERE I COULD SPIT ON HIM! Amazing.

The game was alright. I mean, we did win, but it wasn’t as exciting as the last games. The ESPN camera guy was hilarious running back and forth up and down the field, then the seats, he was around us all the time, but I doubt we got on camera. Foul balls were coming our way, and people near us actually watched the game, instead of standing around, shootin the shit until the beer guy came by. Plus my aunt and cousin are White Sox fans, so it was fun to rub it in their faces.

The only indiscretion I would have to admit was the return of “Strapless in Chicago” and “Hairflip Hottie”.  Grr. Look. I am a girl. But I also like sports. Especially baseball. Especially the cubs. And yes, I know there are the “Wrigleyville Wenches and Lincoln Park Hussies” that come to the ballpark to, well, do anything but watch the game. Or they watch the game because they like guys in tight pants. But these girls….just put all us sports-loving-PJ on MY BOYS (the tv show on TBS) gals to shame. First off…WHO WEARS A STRAPLESS WHITE DRESS TO A BALLGAME?!!??!?!?!?! Seriously, the four girls were like Sex and the City girls, except much more annoying. They were like, take a picture! We’re so cute! Gag me. But they were not as bad as “Hairflip Hottie”. Not only did she flip her long hair repeatedly into my aunt’s face, but her boyfriend and her showed up in the FIFTH INNING, then preceded to make-out and have tickle wars with each other. The most hilarious part though, was when the stick returned to her seat, and I glanced over my shoulder to the rows behind us, and all the guys were just staring…I mean gawking, jaws dropped, idiotically infatuated with “Hairflip Hottie”.  Again, Gag me with my own flem.

But besides those things, the seats were fantastic, and the Cubs won…so not a bad Sunday night.  Like my shirt said: “It’s all about the baseball”.

Short, sporadic thoughts during commerical breaks June 11, 2008

The Cubs are in first place, so I must watch every game for the rest of the season so I can make them win with my positive thoughts…watch Fever Pitch and welcome to my obsession. (btw, I’m watching the Cubs game, so my thoughts will be schizo at best!)

I went running yesterday. Well, more like jogging…who am I kidding, I jogged for a block then heaved a lung out onto Marine Drive…but preceded to fakerun-jogalk to Montrose Harbor, where I saw lots and lots of sailboats and dreamed of the day I would own one…and learn how to command one…or know someone who had one…but back to running…I was never an athlete. I played volleyball in high school for one year and found out that a 5′1″ Filipino was not going to be able to spike or block, so I turned to dancing, which I miss, but it was never like, run five miles and then we will do jazz runs across the floor. I have never been a good runner. Or athlete. So what made me want to run yesterday? Probably a lack of quality TV or sports on…and you ask if I ran today when the weather is beautiful and perfect? Hell no! There’s a cubs game on! (plus my quads still hurt, but that would just be complaining…)

Someone recently asked me when I think I will get married. I told them I wasn’t sure I ever would. They looked at me with sad puppy eyes and said, “Aw, don’t think that way…it’ll happen!” To which I proceeded to roll my eyes and explain (for the umpteenth time) that I was sure I would end up with someone of the opposite sex as a life partner, but I didn’t think I needed a piece of paper to justify that commitment. To which the person proceeded to again quip with puppy eyes, “Oh, you’re just being pessimistic. You just haven’t found the person you are going to marry yet.” To which I proceeded to poke out my eyes with the chopsticks I was holding and then took those chopsticks and shoved them into this person’s jugular…
then I snapped back into reality and discovered that my chow mein had arrived. “Would anyone like some chopsticks?” the waitress asked us. And thus, a story was born.

I downloaded music yesterday from iTunes (don’t worry, Mom, I had a gift card). The playlist is so completely random that I must list them here:
Colbie Caillat’s album
Rihanna’s “Shut Up and Drive” (got me running yesterday, didn’t it?)
Kayne West’s “Stronger”
Madonna/Timberlake’s “4-minutes”
Gavin DeGraw’s new album
The Last Goodnight’s new album
Ingrid Michaelson’s new album

My dog is looking at me right now from the couch wondering what the hell I am doing. A friend of mine asked me why I keep a blog of all my thoughts. I kinda think my friend looks at me like my dog does when I am spewing my guts online. My thoughts just go faster with a keyboard. I kept a blog when I was studying abroad in London, and I loved it. It was more to make ex-boyfriends who were online stalking me (pre-twitter) feel jealous of all the fun I was having without them, and also to update my family on my whereabouts in my “cultural” studies. Then when I came back, I decided that living in LA was enough to fill millions of pages of books, so why not digital intact them online?  That way I could feel validated later on in life that I lived…since my thoughts were online. Now I blog because it is a healthy outlet for my sporadic thoughts of life as a twentysomething, and because people read it, and because its cool, and I can say things like, “oh, I am so writing that in my blog!” (its cool, people, it is!). Why do I blog? Because I like to write. I have something to say. And all my friends are sick of me talking about my unhealthy obsessions with TV dance shows and contemplative thoughts that borderline pessimism. But mostly I blog because it gives me something to do during commercial breaks of Cub games.

Things you may not know about me…which will constantly be updated so my future boyfriend can know what he is getting himself into BEFORE we’ve even met (!)…and are now listed in the About Me section:

I am obsessed with the History Channel, especially Digging for the Truth and Mega Disasters, which is hilarious because I hated both my history classes and my Earthquake class.

I have a weakness for Baskin/Robbins Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream. Have been known to eat half the carton in one sitting.

I want to own a theatre company so my actress sister will always have a place to perform.

Ok, Cubs are up two in the fourth. I just saw this shirt and I should’ve bought it. It read, “Curse? What Curse? with a picture of a goat, and the back read “This is our year!”….but notice how it didnt have a date on what year…haha…I heart the Cubs.

OMG. I just logged off without publishing this post, and I thought I had lost it. Almost had a coronary there. Especially since I know this post is Pulitzer Prize worthy…hehe…and I forgot to spellcheck

Black Saturday October 7, 2007

It was a bleak and black Saturday with not only my beloved Cubs losing thier third and final game of the first round of playoffs, but even the #1 USC Trojans got a bitter taste of defeat from major rivals Stanford with a 25 to 24 loss that hurt big time.

Ok, so USC has to eventually fall, no one can be that good all the time. John David Booty’s 5 interceptions proved that even the best can have an off day, and now the question looms, where will USC be in the standings?

And the Cubs…those Cubs who fought so hard to get in the playoffs only to look like the mid-season bad Cubbies in the playoffs…they had no fight, no passion, no drive this time around…and I can’t imagine why. You knew last night with DeRosa at bat with bases loaded in the 5th, if they didnt make something happen, they were going to lose. And with the weak hit to the Diamondback 2nd baseman who got the double play to end the 5th, also ended the Cubs season. It was a sad way to end, but hey, Lou is still the manager and has turned this team around. There’s always next year…which will be sweeter if they win the World Series, cause then it will be the even 100 years since the World Series…But as Cubs fans know, we are loyal and we will be there through it all…they don’t call us Wrigley Faithful for nothing.

In Honor of the Cubs… October 4, 2007

Come on Cubbies…let’s win at least one so I can make my bleary eyes worth something