how i pack.

I'm probably the worst packer you'll ever meet.
If I need to go somewhere, I'll just roam around my house and toss in anything I think I'll need in a near distant future.

I seriously don't understand how people can pack outfits and manage to coordinate them perfectly. I have trouble folding all my clothes, much less finding them and wearing them at the right times.
I'm not going to dig ten layers of junk to find that one pair of sandals that look good with my jeans. I'm just not that kind of girl.

And don't get me started on the worthless things I bring with me.
When I'm on vacation, I've looked into my suitcase and found things that I never knew that I was in possession of.
I think I've been influenced too much by those survivor TV shows who are able to turn their old science textbook into a source of food.

I've even had a little fantasy of me saving my friends by brandishing my lint roller of death to take down a grizzly bear.
Don't judge.

i want to start a flash mob.

Flash Mob: “A large group of people who assemble suddenly in a public place, perform an unusual and pointless act for a brief time, then quickly disperse.” (According to Wikipedia)

I was first exposed to them in an episode of Modern Family.



I never knew that they were actually real though. But apparently they are.
Which made me suddenly realize my purpose in life.
I was born to start a flash mob.

I was born to round up hundreds of people and do something weird with them.
And I'm going to do it.
Before I die, I WILL organize one.

And I want it to be really geeky.
Like something to do with Star Wars and lightsabers.
Because I'm cool like that. 

my secret obsession.

I love cooking shows.
I know how much I sound like a dork. Believe me I know.

Whenever I start talking about the Food Network instead of Family Guy or The Office, everyone looks at me like I'm some awkward kid that needs to go home.

I know it sounds stupid. Cooking shows? What's the point if you can't eat it?
I mean seriously.

But it makes me so thrilled to see all the people running around the kitchen, to see their dish get evaluated and watching the camera zoom in on the chef's sweat.
It's so great.

And the drama. (I know, drama in a cooking show? Whaaatttt?)
There was this episode of Iron Chef that involved some bald guy stealing all the onions from the food pantry and hiding them.
Because this other fat guy was making an onion dish from France or something and obviously needed onions to make it work out.
Which caused a lot of yelling between the bald guy and the fat guy.
Believe me. The drama in cooking shows could easily rival Jersey Shore.
I'm not even joking.

And have you seen the ones where they make these gimungo cakes?
I saw it with my friend one time, and I cried when a pair from Arkansas dropped their Dr. Seuss themed cake.
The show had all this melancholy music playing, and it was so sad.

I'm not a wimp.
You probably would have cried too.

Don't get me wrong. I love me some Glee, and some Simpsons and some Modern Family.
But cooking shows are incomparable to them.
INCOMPARABLE. 

life is a slight let down.

It took me a lot of deep pre-sleep thinking to get me to realize that,

My life isn't as interesting as I had anticipated.

I know I sound extremely pessimistic,  but I can't really deny it anymore. Like many kids, I grew up watching Saturday morning cartoons consisting of super-humans and their super-awesome-sidekicks. Batman went off to fight crime everyday and had this awesome outfit. (On a side note, I was Batman when I was nine for Halloween. Yes, I idolized him that much.) In Buzz Lightyear, Buzz ends up saving the freaking world every freaking episode. Even Teletubbies had cool stuff. 

So my reasoning was that when I got as old as people in my cartoons (like, nine years of age) I would have an amazing life filled with adventures with my talking animal friends and saving the world every few minutes. 

And I dreamed that I would be a hero. I dreamed that little seven year old girls would have my picture on their bedside tables, and say to themselves, "I want to be just like her when I grow up." I dreamed that there would be a day that school would let kids stay at home to honor Fiona Day. (If Columbus could have his own day, why can't I?)

You can imagine my delight on my ninth birthday. 

Nine was my landmark year. It was a year that represented a new life, a new ME. 

And I was let down. Animals did not start talking to me. I did not have a Batmobile, nor did I have a big red dog like Clifford.

This made me think.

Maybe nine is a bit too young.

Feeling better, I decided to wait until I was ten.

And eleven.

And twelve.

And then I gave up. 

And I realized the horrible truth that my life would be boringly real for the rest of my life.

I would still have to do my homework every day.

Animals will never talk to me.

And I will never get my own day devoted to me.

So sad, so sad. <3 Fi

glee.

So yes, I saw the season premiere.
Not on TV, since we can't turn ours on. (It has a converter box, for when TV went digital.)
On Hulu. 

I really didn't like the ending of the last season, because I feel it got too caught up in the drama, and not enough concentration on the singing. (Which is why we all watch it... right?)
And some parts, you could even tell that they were lip syncing. (The horror!)

I know, we all watch TV for the drama. But in the beginning, I had hope that this would be one of the only ones without excessive amounts of it.
But I was wrong.
Because, like in a cliched TV show, one of the girls get pregnant.
And there's all that drama.

And there's so much boyfriend/girlfriend, breaking up and getting back together, that I couldn't stand it. I mean, it's fine in moderation, just don't guzzle all the screen time having two people make out! This is a music tv show, for crying out loud!

But the premiere was pretty good.
So I'll continue watching it.
But I don't get understand all the hype about it.

Here's a link to the Glee homepage.
Just in case you haven't heard of it before.


Ta ta. <3 Fi