Livin La Vida Loca

I’ve been so out of the loop lately. I feel like one of those birds that bury their head in the ground. Why do they do that? Are they shy? Are they bashful? Antisocial? Sleeping? Eating? Extremely stupid?

I haven’t been going to movies or reading books or watching television. I haven’t even seen “Juno” yet. I’m so stressed out about my accumulating list of movies to watch and books to read, I look at Hollywood Video with dread and anxiety. I walk into Borders and want to shit myself when I realize how much reading I have to catch up on.

I don’t even know what’s good anymore. Adam asked me if I’d like to see Ironman with him and I said, “Really? That race is in Corvallis?” and he said, “No, the movie.” Obama and Clinton have both been in Corvallis recently but I never know about these things until days after. I missed listening to possible political leaders tell me about their hypothetical goals and dreams in a futuristic point in time? Damn.

Some people need personal shoppers, I need a personal social coordinator to keep me updated with what’s going on outside the bubble of my little world.

I find myself worrying about the oddest things lately. My mom was recently visiting and she took me grocery shopping (my parents still insist on buying me groceries when they visit—I don’t complain). I have more food than I know what to do with. Do I want a bagel, toast, a waffle, pita bread, an English muffin or granola and yogurt for breakfast?! AH!! The choices are freaking me out. What fruit do I want to go with that? Pears, apples, apricots, oranges, red grapes or bananas?! I can’t make this many decisions in the morning. So what do I do—I grab a nasty, chemically produced and preservative ridden double chocolate morning bar. Ech.

It’s a good thing I wait to blog for two weeks and come out with this masterpiece. Peace out.