Living Life, One 'Grey's Anatomy' Quote At a Time...

Six days out of the week, I feel like I'm a fairly normal (humor me), functioning human being.  But for two hours every Thursday night, I turn on ABC and I swear, they must lace Grey's Anatomy and Private Practice with mega-doses of estrogen because I turn into a crying, screaming at the TV mess...which, honestly isn't too far off from how I normally watch TV, just minus all the crying.  What can I say, I really get involved with my shows...

As unrealistic as it may be, I always find at least one quote from Grey's that seems to apply perfectly to how I'm feeling right at that very moment.  Tonight's season premiere was no different:

"I don't know, I think you're either born simple or you're born...me."

Some days I wonder how it is that everyone else can just "go with the flow" so easily while I stress and dwell on every little thing.  I wonder how it can be so easy for some people to just let go and I'm still holding on.  I wish that I could get out of my head less and just be in the moment...

Sure, the simple answer would be just to do it.  Live in the moment, go with the flow, let go of all of those things that you don't have control over anyway.  But...don't you think if it were that simple, I would have done that years ago???  I would love to be easy going and have the annoying knack for finding the bright side in every situation, but that's just not who I am.  And for better or worse, I've largely come to terms with that.  I over-analyze and I have the annoying knack for finding something negative about every situation.  I don't think I'm a Debbie Downer, since I've learned to keep certain things to myself, but...I wasn't born simple.  I was born 'me.'

...I believe I've exceeded my "cheesy" quota for the night...

Quote of the Day...

I realize the source is girly, but...what do you expect?

"Maybe it's the wanting, the expectation of 'happy,' that keeps us from actually getting there."
~Grey's Anatomy

Grey Clouds

I feel like I'm walking around with a giant storm cloud over my head this week.  Not a pouring down rain, thunder/lightning storm cloud, but just a dark grey cloud that's zapping every last bit of energy I have and constantly threatening to start raining...if that makes any sense.

I was reading one of my favorite blogs this morning and this quote is what I'm attempting at the moment:

"those moments where i feel like everything in my life is turning to crap, help make me appreciate all the happier moments of my life. the crappy moments offer balance, and i'm just really thankful for those crappy moments, too, if that makes sense. because they make the good moments that much better."

~Rockstar Diaries

I'm really trying to remind myself that this is just one of those periods in life that make you appreciate all the good stuff that has and will happen...

...I just hope this period comes to an end in the near future.  Sitting in front of my computer searching for jobs and attempting to find something new to watch on OnDemand is got old over a month ago...

I Want My (Old) MTV...

Last night I watched the MTV Video Music Awards...I don't know why though, since MTV doesn't actually show music videos anymore, just endless marathons of 'The Jersey Shore' (which I can proudly say I've never seen) or 'My Super Sweet 16," a show that makes mandatory sterilization seem like a reasonable idea.  A few thoughts:

Justin Bieber needs to stop...NOW.

WHY DO PEOPLE LIKE THIS KID?!  I don't get it!  Maybe it's a true sign of my age, but I'd like to think that even back when I was 16 that I wouldn't have fallen for this "Bieber Fever" ridiculousness.  He "performed" during the show, and seriously, if you can't sing and dance at the same time, either give up and be a back up dancer or stand still and let everyone else dance around you.  What's the point in being part of a live show if you're lip syncing?  He went on to win "Best New Artist" (over the obvious long shot, but obviously more talented Broken Bells) and I only hope that he career endures as long as other former Best New Artist winners ('Til Tuesday?  Crowded House?  A-ha?).

The Jersey Shore

Rolling Stone

When did orange skin and duck lips become hot?  Did any of these idiots release an album?  WHY WERE THEY THERE?!

Kanye West

Rolling Stone

Not horrible.  And he actually sang, which seems to be a rarity with "live" awards shows these days.  I liked the ballerinas that danced in the background too.  He may be arrogant as all hell, but you can't deny that he's got talent.

Biggest Travesty of the Night

Eminem won best hip hop video over Jay-Z.  Seriously?  Seriously???  Did no one see "On to the Next One?"  Best video of the year.  Hands down.

Oh, and Lady Gaga won every other award and wore a dress made of meat.  Real meat.

Maybe I'm getting too old, but I miss the days when award shows were more about the artists, less about who was gonna get naked and make out with each other on live TV, and reality stars were not on the guest list.  Ah, a better time...

Did You Know...

Willing your phone to ring usually doesn't work?  You would have thought I would have figured that out by now...

Extreme Makeover: Boredom Edition

Maybe "extreme" is a little...extreme (sorry, I couldn't resist).  I'm not scheduling any appointments with the plastic surgeon (that would require money and not caring about the possibility of waking up to find that I look like Heidi Montag) and I'm not thinking of attempting to rock the bald look, a la Britney Spears (back in her hot mess days) or Sinead O'Connor...my head is too big for that (literally, I have a huge head).  Just a tiny tweak...

Via Hyperbole and a Half

I won't lie, more than once I've thought of going all in and dying my hair blonde.  Lindsay Lohan did it, Nicole Kidman did it, why can't I?

Living in LA for four years definitely left me with an even bigger complex about my hair than I had before I moved.  The second I even say the word "blonde" to anyone though, I'm met with horrified gasps and a chorus of, "But you're hair is so unique!  Why would you want to change it?!"

That word makes me cringe the second I hear it.  You know what else is unique?  Having six fingers on each hand instead of five.  To me, unique has always just been another word for "weird."  Add to the fact that I've been teased mercilessly about it since I was in elementary school and you can begin to see why I don't wake up every morning, look in the mirror and exclaim, "I'm so lucky to be so damn unique!"

So the red stays.  Baby steps I guess.  I went to Target and bought some liquid eyeliner and I'm going to attempt to teach myself how to put it on without 1) permanently blinding myself and 2) looking like a hooker.  Yes, I'm a 27 year old girl that has yet to learn how to properly put on eyeliner.  How this happened, especially after living in a sorority house for two years, I don't know.  Conveniently, one of the blogs I follow posted a step-by-step guide on the topic, so I'm going to attempt to see if I can keep my hand steady long enough to be successful...

...I know myself though, so I also stocked up on eye makeup remover.  Lessens the chance of looking like I was on the receiving end of a vicious beating...

I Have An Addiction...

And I'm not talking about Starbucks.  That's too obvious.

Via The Superficial

The addiction I'm referring to is clothes.  We all have them (except for the nudists out there...ew), but some people love them more than others (me).  There's no better instant pick me up than walking out of a store with a shopping bag filled with nice new clothes or a couple new pairs of shoes.  Back in January, when I spent an entire night crying my eyes out, I poured a gallon of Visine in my bloodshot eyes and went out and bought myself a new pair of Seven Jeans.  Sure, when I walked out of the store it was still pouring rain outside and I still felt like the world was coming to an end, but for a second, everything was okay because I had a new pair of perfect fitting jeans.  Shopper's high: one hit and you're addicted.

Unfortunately, due to lack of employment and no money coming in from student loans like I'm so used to around this time of the year, I haven't been shopping in the longest time.  When I was in LA after the bar exam, I really tested my strength by walking into an Anthropologie while wasting time at The Grove.  I almost talked myself into buying a simple white tank top that I found in the sale section, but I begrudgingly left it in the dressing room and got out of the store before my willpower reached its true breaking point.  A sad day indeed.

I realize that I probably won't illicit much sympathy when my closet is almost filled to the limit...

(This, plus the dresser of clothes and the pile of clothes on my bed)

I really need to go shopping soon though or I may go crazy.  Just a couple of shirts?  Maybe a few pairs of shoes?  Just one little hit to tide me over into the fall season?  C'mon!

I need a change...