Revolving Around Recordings: DVR Drama

In my house, the controller controls us. It's a sick obsession that I believe will eventually the break the Brandlers up for good. Okay, maybe it's not that bad, but it's bad enough to cause me to scream, "DAMMIT DAD! HOW DARE YOU STOP FOUR OF MY FAVORITE SHOWS JUST TO RECORD MOBY DICK!" from my tv room to his. And yes, in our house we dont have bedrooms, we have tv rooms. 4 tvs and 4 dvrs and still it just isn't enough. Tonight I had my bff over to watch the once a week two hour episode of the Bachelorette and wuddaya know! Of course my dad only let the first hour record before deciding to cancel the recording. So when I brutally confront him about doing so, what does he say? "I didn't know you liked The Bachelorette!" Of course you didnt, its not like Nickey and I sitting on the edge of our seats in cocktail attire with fake roses every Monday would give it away. So thanks Dad, and hey, if you're wondering where all your Cash Cab recordings have gone, i deleted them. What!? You expect me to know that you like the Cash Cab just because you have 42 hours of it recorded that you are just dying to watch? Basically what once started out as everyone having 1 "this is my show, I wait all week for this show" has now turned into about 6 must-see shows each, and maybe 26 if you're me. It's taking over our territory and I wouldn't have it any other way.

That's right.. I'm back, blonde, broke and buzzzzed!

So it's been two years since my blogging days and I've got more on my mind than ever! I've got too many stories, too much knowledge, and way too many opinions! So here I am, brace yourselves and be warned.

They're Back!

Those damn wild parrots are back. This is the worst part of my year, every year. You can hear them several hours before your alarm goes off. They sound like death. And i dont know if thats because their ear-piercing screeching is like someone being murdered, or just because it makes you want to kill yourself.

BLOGGING

for a while i couldn't understand why my mom suddenly was taking pictures of EVERYthing that happened, EVERYthing she saw, EVERYthing that was hers (even herself!) and why food, magazines, books, rocks, and other random objects were placed in such weird places and arranged so.. so... beautifully? so... fake and positioned so unnaturally. well come to find out... its all due to this blogging business she got trapped into. Now you can never have her take a picture of you without thinking, "oh god, is this going to be blogged!?" or "will i be the next blog?". Its just too much. And then as i was thinking about how annoying and rediculous this blogging business is, i suddenly found myself thinking, "i should blog about how annoying and rediculous this blogging business is!" = O so here i am, sitting at the computer at 12:30 am, blogging. i wish i had someone else here with me so they could take a picture of me typing so i could post that too.