for kicks

Straight up, yo, straight up.

if the dress clearly doesn't fit

Don't wear it. 

I found in my closet, mid-spring cleaning, a very small-looking white dress, brand-new. I was really excited, because I thought it meant I wouldn't have to do any white-dress shopping for Graduation day. Unfortunately, that answer was a resounding NO.

Before I made my final decision of giving it away to someone who could fit it (aka Midgets or 10 year olds), I tried it on. And then I was stuck. Don't do this. 

It was extremely short and apparently slightly (read: VERY) see-through. It took me 5 minutes to put on the dress, and another 5 minutes to extricate myself. It's a shift style dress, so that should not happen.

I laughed to myself at the idea of Seegs looking me at that, or even Tom or like anyone. Yup, don't try on the dress kids.

My television experience: 3/9

Today I watched a large amount of TV for my usual non-TV watching self: a whole 2 1/2 hours. First I watched Castle, the new TV show starring Nathan Fillion (who is a hottie with his roguish smile and general egotism), who is CANADIAN by the way. LOVE HIM. And yes, Stana Katic is there too, with her boyish good-girl-is-a-cop haircut. I loved this pilot, and from the looks of Wikipedia, I can look forward to at least 9 more episodes. Dear ABC, please KEEP THIS SHOW FOREVER. Unlike some of the really stupid shows ABC puts on as a quick test pilot, this one actually looks at murders from an intelligent and generally bemused eye. It is very "bad boy author (?) hits on goody two shoes lady cop, they begin as enemies, cuz he pisses her off, now they're going to marry" situation. But I love the banter and since I love watching Nathan Fillion play cocky people like Captain Hammer or Rick Castle, I admit it is a runaway hit for me. And, Susan Sullivan, who plays his mom, is constantly cracking me up whenever she gets on the screen. Also I love Molly Quinn, the cutest old soul ever. HIGH RATINGS PLZ CASTLE, YOU NEED TO BE MY NEW OBSESSION.

In between the segments, I saw a commercial for Disney eggs, that special make little Mickey Mouse faces. 

These are really awkward. 

I also briefly watched Ninja Scrolls, this bizarre anime about what so many animes are about... random ninjas! This ninja dude is traveling alone all the time, and there is mad awkward deaths all around the most random places. And this girl almost gets raped by a man-boulder. It was graphic, but her boobs were blanked out. And I was sitting there wondering, What the heck is going on? Why is this so bizarre/graphic/awkward?

ta for now

OH GOD

Yes, I've now posted 3 times in a day, 4 if you count the other blog, but DUDE.

This would be me though:

"Today, I dropped my keys. Not wanting to lean over and pick them up, I pointed at them and said 'Accio.' Then I realized I had tried to use a Harry Potter spell in real life and in public. FML"

OH FML.

Guess What

I went to church today. Hurray, it was 7:47 AM, except actually it was 6:47 AM, don't lie to me. I sang there, and then I was home by 10 AM. That was really cool, and I think I might do that again if I can continuously rouse myself in this manner. 

Also, I have bought the MAN SWEATS!!! YAYYY!!!

They're not quite as beautiful as Britney's, but they're the bomb-diggety anyway. I have two pairs: red and blue! So excited. Also I have studied approximately 3 hours worth over this whole weekend, all while on transportation and fighting sleep.

UH OH, sorry Jee.

Geography lesson

Dear Guyana Media Critic,

Where the heck did you go to?

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I forgot to mention: I'm Guyanese! REPRESENT GT. Which means that on Labor Day, I hike myself over to Eastern Parkway and throw up my flags. I've only been to Guyana once, but what I saw there was pure craziness. It's a Third World country rife with all the problems that Third World countries tend to have: lack of viable economies, lack of water, lack of sewage drainage, lack of roads, lack of air conditioning (problematic as it's always at least 70 degrees there). Before I confuse the readers more, I should mention a couple of things.

1. Guyana is in South America; it is not Ghana, Guinea, Guinea-Bissau, Equatorial Guinea, or New Guinea. 

2. Guyana is the only official English speaking nation on the South American continent; do not expect these people to break out in Spanish or Portuguese. Granted, the Creolese (which is what Guyana bruk-up language is called) dialect is difficult to understand, particularly the phraseology, but it is English.

3. Guyana is made up mostly of East Indians and Afro-Americans. This makes for some strange mixtures of people we like to call "dougla" (Indian/Blacks), and a lot of animosity between the two races. I am a part of the Afro-American diaspora there, so don't get any ideas about my Hindi speaking abilities. Also, there are quite a number of random types there: Portuguese leftovers, Chinese from way back during the boom of rice and sugar, and of course, the few Native American (called Amerindian further south) tribes that live in the middle of nowhere on the Guiana savanna (yes there is a savanna and there are jaguars). It is not uncommon to see someone who you swore was some type of Asian break out in full-out Guyana Creolese: even the lady at the Chinese food store had a Guyanese accent!

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Anyways, now that there's a little education, it's time for some groaning. 

Guyana Media Critic, one of the foremost bloggers in Guyana, is heavily immersed in the politics of our grand old country while still able to critique the news reporters and their lack of professionalism. He is witty, on point, and currently missing from the Internet. I'm putting out a search! Where are you? His blog is currently unavailable and has been since last week. Perhaps it was the story that he posted that was actually a lie, as he was later informed. Poor guy, he took the word of one of his sources who was told by someone who wanted to stir up some trouble. It was related to the bank crisis down there, but I never actually saw the story, since he took it down immediately after he found out it was false and apologized. This was probably the proverbial straw that broke the government or someone else's back. GMC, as he is called, is usually impeccably placed and has a knack for being always right and always edgy about it. I don't know what I'll do if he doesn't come back. How am I going to hear all the crazy stories of His Highness President Jagdeo and his SUVs? How else am I going to hear about Mashramani and the reigning monarch of soca? COME BACK GMC!!!

clothing aspirations.

I WANT SOME MAN SWEATPANTS.
Not the lame-ass, "look at me, I'm dead sexy in a video in ATL/ Juicy Couture is the flyest shit that walked the face of the planet.".

Except clearly she is not in a music video in ATL, but you get the picture.

I want those GRUNGY WAY TOO BIG SWEATPANTS. The kind that fit your hips, but are so damn baggy on the rest of you that no one can tell if you have legs or not. HEEEELLL YEAH!

Brit Brit, show us how it's done! GO GIRL