As I sit here watching So You Think You Can Dance and contemplating my own existence, I hearken back to a few days earlier when I was enjoying a long weekend. I took advantage of the extra day off to clean my house, which has been in need of a good cleaning for two weeks.Things were piling up, getting dusty, and very hairy due to my 70lb wolf-dog look-a-like. He’s the coolest dog I’ve ever had, but goddamn he’s hairy. Okay, so I cleaned my house on Friday morning (bleach was involved) and hung with my sis and b-friend that evening. We watched the Tudors season 1, ate calzones, and drank some hard ciders. Oh! And Neapolitan ice cream sandwiches were had. I like to start on the chocolate end.
Me and my sis had some poignant talks about our dad. He’s an interesting character. A clown of a different color or a man of a different showtune.
Now its Wednesday, and my house is still clean, but not squeaky. I stayed in all weekend. Didn’t go anywhere. It was nice. I even took a nap! God, reminds me of better days gone by. Late nights, late mornings and midday naps. These are a few of my favorite things. The only thing that would have made my day even better would be a homemade meatball sub with thick slices of mozzarella.
To wind down my evening on Saturday I watched Degrassi, which is a super cheesy teen show from Canada. It was kind of a marathon thing, it’s on the Noggin network., if you want to check it out someday. Oh, and they tag line is “Degrassi, it so goes there.” The episode I was watching was about the super-Christian abstinent cheerleader captain flirting with disaster. She’s looking for more out of her relationship with her bad-boy turned good boyfriend but he’s not sure what she means. He knows they can’t have sex, so what does she want? Feeling frustrated, she goes home to blog about her feelings. When she checks her blog e-mail, what does she find but the attention she's longing for. Some boy readers find her beautiful, hot, and sexy. They tell her they would “like to see more.” Some guy “Adam” even offers to send her $200 for new cheerleading outfits, if she post more sexy pics. (and he does)
What’s a girl to do? Well, she finds some bikini pics and starts scanning. I have a feeling this isn’t going to end well and that there’s a lesson to be learned about blogging.
She post the pics and starts taking more. She and couple of gal pals at Degrassi Community School take some suggestive sexy pics after cheerleading practice. Then she makes a huge mistake. She shows the blog to her boyfriend. He ask her who’s seen these sexy pics, if any boys have seen them.
Cheergirl (this is her blog name): Only a few, it’s password protected, its private. Don’t worry.
Spinner (this is his show name): There’s no such thing as privacy on the web. What are you thinking?!
Cheergirl: They’re just looking.
Spinner: Guys are not just looking.
Yada, yada, yada. She ends up getting a middle-age fat stalker (Adam), looses her boyfriend and is labeled as the slutty born-again Christian hypocrite. What school didn’t have that. Somebody did a parody of this episode on you tube.com http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XqUNyLqIECA
In another episode, this same girl becomes a roofie rap victim and barrels down a path of self destruction. Degrassi, they so go there.
The best part of my long weekend has been a new saying I picked up from the Tudors. You know how some people can be Debbie downers, or fun-suckers. Well, how about calling them pigeons that shit on everything. You’ve probably already heard this saying before, but I hadn’t.
Oh, and I did two craft projects. A photo mural on the back of my front door and a weird thing I did to my wall that I’m hanging my necklaces from. I’m not sure what it is, but it involved a drill and 6 screws.
