bored
bored blogs are the worst. i’m so bored, i got out of my jammies and came across two busy streets to a kinko’s computer to type this nonsense. well, i guess i updated a few photos… and sent some annoying aim messages to chuck. so it’s not a lost cause.
one of my favorite features of the chicago reader is the personal ads. i don’t think personals are funny, like the people writing in them are losers or anything. some people are too busy or shy or just plain too freaky (to ask for what they REALLY want out of a relationship). i especially enjoy the *just missed you and didn’t get your number* ads.
like this… me: boy, cute, shy. you: girl with the blonde pig tails and i-pod. where: red line. when: new year’s eve. i thought you were cute and wanted to talk, but i’m shy and besides you were rockin’ out to your i-pod.
or, me: girl, fit and brunette. you: girl, shaved head. where: lakeview super muscle center. we had a nice chat at the gym. your name was kathy, or was it suzan? i’m such a fool, but i would like to be friends with you, you seemed like a cool chick.
i always secretly hope i’m one of these people not because i want to hook up but because i think it would be cool to have a *just missed you* ad put in the paper for me. i always wonder if these people find each other. it’s like that movie, ‘you’ve got mail’ where meg ryan was way too cute and wanted to make me puke. but when i originally saw it i thought how beautiful that kind of serendipity would be (or maybe i’m thinking about the *just missed you* ads). wasn’t that another bad movie too? am i just now faux-pas-ing with my indie friends who now think it’s uncool to hate meg ryan (yet it’s also uncool to like her)? am i some kind of sap because i want to read the new emo book that just came out that i saw in the ‘reader’, that i secretly like to identify with those tortured suburban souls whose hearts are torn in two? do i want to have another try at being an emotionally degenerate teenage space cadet? sometimes i do, and sometimes i think i AM an emotionally degenerate 23 year old space cadet who likes personal ads and people watching. except for the emotionally degenerate part. and who says ’space cadet’ anymore? when i was a freshman in college someone once told me i was like a cross between a hippie and a glam/space rocker. i don’t know where he got it, and i think he was completely f-ed anyway. at the time i WAS dating a self-proclaimed emo-guy/computer nerd/actor/weirdo. which was nice while it lasted. THAT was an emotionally degenerate time, but i was still a teenager.
I still have an unhealthy obsession with angela chase, guys, and i’m not kidding. maybe i should write some fan fiction.
ps. related links: My So called Life, Chicago Reader Matches: I saw you, Andy Greenwald
pps. [1] angela pose, i find myself doing it sometimes. [2] angela in my favorite sweater. [3] one of the most beautiful photos of angela.
ppps. next, i dye my hair red. next weekend. really. actually, it’s called ‘crimson glow’.
