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checking in...</title><content type="html">I just wanted to let you know I am in fact planning on participating in National Novel Writing Month this year and will be posting on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm trying out Tumblr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392068868839885342-2393254360446713837?l=fatpinkchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Post a pic of yourself." /><author><name>fatpinkchicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05483511931355571285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fatpinkchicken.blogspot.com/2010/12/30-post-pic-of-yourself.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8EQXY4cSp7ImA9Wx9QFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392068868839885342.post-1841728565452555460</id><published>2010-12-29T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T17:00:00.839-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-29T17:00:00.839-08:00</app:edited><title>29. Your opinions on the television show Glee</title><content type="html">NOTE: Forgot to copy paste. THIS IS FROM THE PAST. Hope I don't eff it up again. Blah blah blah, London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhh. Lordy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at first I didn't want to watch Glee because I assumed any quirky show about a show choir on Fox would get canceled and there was no point in getting attached. Then everyone was all like, "Whoo, let's watch this show at Elizabeth's and it will be SO COOL, OMG." So I watched it and got kind of into it. (Look, I liked choir in school, okay? God.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It bugged me that it was called Glee when it is CLEARLY a show choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other thing that bugs me intensely about the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sort of basic premise about outsiders and stereotypes and cliches and everything, is destroyed by the fact that either the writing is lazy or ineffective. Nothing's actually being subverted here. So instead of what I think they are intending, which is commentary on the cliches and stereotypes of high school, they just end up reinforcing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sassy black girl! Dumb jock! Virginal cheerleader who is actually slutty! Fat girl likes to eat candy! Baby Gay! The Asian guy who speaks now! Shy Asian girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's super lazy or super offensive to watch the show and see plots and jokes where it is literally the new fat girl wants candy and she'll sing in Glee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Mercedes should have told Kurt it wasn't her sublimating her desire for a boyfriend with food, it was her sublimating her anger at him for being a shitty friend and ditching her all the time just because he found a new boy. That was a shitty thing. Everyone's been there--had a friend who gets in a relationship and suddenly that's all they are all about. Shut up, Kurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I sometimes feel like this show is Popular Version 2: The Musical, especially with the whole "jock secretly likes theater/music" thing, which makes me wonder about Ryan Murphy's high school experiences and also makes me think the fat girl is totally April Tuna 2.0. Right? Did anyone else watch Popular? Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Rachel and Finn are really unlikeable. And I can't tell if this is because the show makes a huge point of saying "Rachel is unlikeable and all the other characters hate her" and so we're supposed to hate her, which might work, except Sue is also unlikeable and all the other characters hate her and I totally think she's one of the better things about the show. The problem is they write Rachel so poorly. She's basically Sam, all over again, only instead of journalism, it's show business. (To continue reflecting on original Glee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you have this outsider who is just like, "I'm such an outsider and nobody likes me," and you're like, because you suck and you're a poorly written caricature of a human being who suddenly, randomly changes motivation for no reason. (Crush on Will? What? Does anyone else remember that episode? Did that make any sense?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would write about why Finn is unlikeable but the reason Finn is unlikeable is more like, "He is literally just a blank slate and is incredibly boring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Glee could be a really good show. But instead it's just kind of an okay one, with ambition and really good merchandising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392068868839885342-1841728565452555460?l=fatpinkchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Name one place you would love to visit one day" /><author><name>fatpinkchicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05483511931355571285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fatpinkchicken.blogspot.com/2010/12/26-name-one-place-you-would-love-to_26.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMBR3w7cSp7ImA9Wx9QE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392068868839885342.post-8027590354981321493</id><published>2010-12-26T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T01:07:36.209-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-26T01:07:36.209-08:00</app:edited><title>A year in review.</title><content type="html">My yearly tradition--this dates back to Xanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 was kind of a mistake. I always joked about how I didn't want to be 24, that I'd off myself so I could have The Stereophonics "Local Boy in the Photograph" played at my funeral. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I didn't end up doing that and so this whole year seems to have been a year where I was just perpetually on the wrong foot. Some seriously awful things happened, real life awful things, and I'm still dealing with the emotional repercussions of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've obsessed over stupid little things because it's the only way I have of letting out bits of stress over the one thing I can't quite back away from or figure out, the thing that makes me realize I don't really know who I am or what I want. It makes me scared to be by myself, because the thoughts in my head are all jumbled up and have been for most of 2010. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me a while back "what I was looking for" and the person who asked it, and the situation in which the question was posed--it had so many layers to it. They could have been talking about the situation at hand, the situation we found ourselves in, the situation we found ourselves in so many months ago, or how to navigate the future now that everything was different but surface-wise, exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, those are just some thoughts. I wish I had a better way of expressing myself than a blog. Bad girls don't keep diaries--they haven't the time. But since blogs are so instantaneous, I don't think it counts. I know I'm not a good girl, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are: first post of every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an obsession with kid stuff. It's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And currently, on my wall, I have taped up the New Year's Resolution that Sonya made for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I've mentioned this before but I have a thing about lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I wore today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navy blue American Apparel dress layered over gray tank top from NY and Company. Blue and white pearl necklace. Gray pumps from Nine West. White cardigan from Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To yoga: purple thermal pants from American Apparel, yellow terry cloth tank top. Flannel shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the things you think you want, you don't really want. All of the things you joke about wanting, you really want. And nobody ever takes you seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think I'm kidding, I'm being deadly serious. When you think I'm being serious, I'm probably kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There were no posts in April. However, include the first post from May I talk about April. There was like a gap of two months here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about April.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really posted much--since March, which is fitting when I really consider it, in the way that I like things to be. June should be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny because if nothing else, all the things I thought I was going to be worried or upset about sort of seem really stupid. Not like I've transcended it or anything, just that when I consider it, they seem really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Daily Dose of Horror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You absolutely need to look at these pictures of birds caught in the oil spill in the Gulf. Your humanity depends on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are probably all dead. They are a drop in the bucket of the number of dead wildlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Write Like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably some kind of witchcraft but I tried the "I Write Like" thing and got David Foster Wallace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you're wondering what I chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked this bit of fine prose. Just rereading it again makes me itchy. That really was the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fun as it is to generate a little badge for Twitter, though, I still firmly believe I write like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apparently am only writing one post a month, now. I've sort of fallen into some kind of weird mental trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked both on the story from ScriptFrenzy (which I decided should be a novella and not a film script and an artist trading card yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Autobiography Famous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a post on Gawker about books to read this fall and it got me pumped because I have a thing where I really like reading biographies and autobiographies and just remembering that Mark Twain's autobiography is coming out was enough to make me super excited in the worst best way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shall be glorious and we shall all be victorious. Also contemplating for realsies switching to Tumblr instead of just half-assing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun with quotations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some cynical Frenchman has said that there are two parties to a love-transaction: the one who loves and the other who condescends to be so treated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which side are you on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NaNoWriMo Update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really made a lot of progress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it's both the easiest and hardest thing in the world to lie to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tell us about your piercings or tattoos, if you have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two holes in both of my ears, in the lobes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was when I was a baby and my parents took me to get my ears pierced. Apparently I cried so much, my dad felt awful and started crying too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second earlobe piercing I got during the summer between freshman and sophomore year of college. I called Craig (boyfriend of the time) and said I was going to get my ears pierced at the mall. As soon as I did it, I called him again to say, "Why did you let me do that, it hurt?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That conversation is a pretty good recap of our entire relationship, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no tattoos but I do want a tattoo of two things. An apple and a quote from East of Eden. If you don't know which one... it's "timshel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, there have been a few themes which have carried on throughout the year. It's been a hard year and a strange year and in so many ways, a pointless, aimless year. I'm not going to cry or drink or text everyone. I want something, I just don't know how to ask for it. And I felt like I had to do something before the year ends or I leave or whatever. So I just wrote this. It might be more a product of the never-ending rain and the useless OTC sleeping pill I took to try and get rest than anything else, though. I don't know. Don't take me seriously. 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