Monthly Archives: August 2008

Katy Perry Owns My Heart.

Katy Perry Owns My Heart.


So I decided that after a day of watching nearly all of Katy Perry’s video blogs that I might like her. Her music is oh so gay and catchy and I still heave whenever I think that her stupid lesbo tune beat out the Beatles… yet… I may be falling for her. This is taking me back to high school when I hated Avril Lavigne so much that blasting her tunes as a joke turned into enjoying them (I’m so over her now though, whatev). Um… yeah. You know, I never really liked Avril Lavigne as a person though, she’s kind of lame… hot though. So I guess it’s more like my love for Ashlee Simpson after watching her reality show on MTV… she was dreamy. Her music stinks though. Except La La, shit was hot. I wonder how long my crush on Katy will last…

ADORABLE.

Terrible Tube.

Terrible Tube.

I torture my boyfriend Terrence on a fairly regular basis with the nonsense that fills my nights. Such as this horrible weekly teen soap opera filled with innocent whores, annoying bible thumpers, robot siblings and an overweight Molly Ringwald. I hate this show, I can complain and rant about how awful it is for quite some time… although I’m strangely drawn to it. Each week I impatiently wait for it’s Tuesday night arrival. Terrence and I sit there and mock the monotone sister, the bad acting and bow our heads in sympathy for Ernie and Molly. Each week I try to figure out what addicts me to this craptastic hour of fake sobbing and bad casting.

Can someone help me?

Recently I sat through Living Lohan week after week, now that was a tortuous addiction but I would force myself to watch it, feeling like I was missing something if I didn’t… sometimes taking as much as 3 weeks to sit through a 24 minute episode. At least I understood that drive. Nothing in me is forced to watch The Secret Life of the American Teenager… so I’m convinced that ABC Family is leaking out some sort of drug or subliminal messaging. Terrence only listens and peaks up occasionally at the program so that explains his lack of affliction… I’m going to soon get to the bottom of this. Until then I’ll be biting my fingernails wondering if Amy will leave town to have the baby or stay and marry Ben… eeek.

New Career Objective.

New Career Objective.


I never took my SAT’s. Why didn’t my mother smack me for that…

I have a new dream. I’m in no way an optimist so my dream of leaving this small world, camera in tow and man at my side seems like a fantasy. So in lue of any real goals, direction, drive or talent I’ve decided to be a professional blogger. Although I have nothing of interest to say, no skill for writing and no fan base… this too might seem out of reach. But for as far fetched as it seems it’s also pretty easy to try out. If I fail it’s not like I had anything on the line… except for maybe the cash for the domain name and web host that I will have to acquire, the hours of design tutorials and html codes racing through my head. I’ll have to find ads that’ll rake in that dough, maybe an editor (that part should be easy). Maybe I should take an English class… or a web design course. Perhaps a lesson in how to be interesting. Yeah. So while I dream at night of photo journalism, Nikon D60′s and designer handbags, I’ll wake up turn on my pc and sing a little song.

My First Met Game.

My First Met Game.

I’m 24 years old, the Mets have been my favorite baseball team since I decided I kind of like baseball… The trouble with that is I grew up in a house of Yankees. Remember the subway series… man, was that a tense world series to live through in the Garcia household. Would have been nice if they won it, I would have done a daily dance, rubbed my brothers noses in it like a dog that shit in the house. Either way, I digress (which I’m known to do). After 3 years of asking, Terrence finally brought me to a Met game and it was lovely. They won, it was sort of anticlimactic but a wins a win. After the experience I fully intend to have others of a very similar variety. I got to visit Shea Stadium which will be gone in a few short months, I’m looking forward to Citi Field… though I hate the name. I’d look forward to it more if we could keep the name. I’m boring. Yay Mets!

P.S. At this point in life my brothers and I can agree on one thing… both the Mets and Yankees are doing about the same… sometimes shitty, sometimes great. Neither team is standing out amongst the rest as best… but we’re not done yet.