Hey you know those things called books?

I'm as grumpy as the next tv fan when it comes to the writers strike. I've developed quite a few relationships with television shows as of late; Heroes, Ugly Betty, Gossip Girl, Medium, and CSI. Thankfully Medium just started it's new season so hopefully it will live a little longer. Heroes is essentially dead, and who knows how much Gossip Girl and CSI have. While I'm quite angry about these shows ending so suddenly, and while I feel like a jilted lover or it's my birthday and you just denied me cake, I've forced myself to deal with it. How did I do this you ask? PORN, LOTS AND LOTS OF PORN. No seriously, I've been reading a lot more. I'm actually reading the many blogs I subscribe to, I read the newspaper, and I'm starting to read the shelf of books I've bought over the years and haven't read. (my bookshelves cry!). Not only am I reading a Biography about the 6 wives of Henry VIII, I'm keeping with the theme and reading The Other Boleyn Girl which is about Henry VIII's affair with Mary Boleyn.

I'm also talking to more people and listening to more music. I have rediscovered a good 1/4 of my music collection and made about 6 mixed cds. I've also started a new painting! Started being the operative word. I painted the canvas black .... that's about it. But that's a start! I've also started to crochet a blanket.

So yes, I'm angry that my tv is overrun with nothing but reality shows (no thanks to you vh1, although Celebrity Rehab is pretty awesome), and now if I want to watch anything new I flip over to The History Channel or other educational programing (which gives me a giddy little thrill, not gonna lie). I'm trying to force myself to make the best of this situation. Maybe everyone should go do the same. Instead of rotting your brain with reality tv shows about fat people, go to the book store! Go to the gym! Maybe you can have a conversation with your family! (Insane concept I know).

I'm sure there are plenty of things to occupy ones time now that television has gone to hell (not like it wasn't there already). Let us all hope and pray that the strike ends and we can all drool in front of the tv again.

I'm sorry blogger

So, to the 3 people that actually read this blog (myself not included), I apologize for my lack of things to talk about. Not many topics force me to rant like the ugg boot or the amount of money I give to apple (add another 180 bucks onto that kay?). I am going to place all the blame on the holidays. Buying presents, eating food (and getting fat btw), arguing with my sister and seeing my friends. (speaking of Christmas presents, remember my wish list? Well I got one of the gifts. Not the Juicy Couture shoes, but the laptop tote bag. Not important, I know, but I'm just updating those 3 people that read this.)

I've begun to realize that the Christmas holiday does not hold the magic it did before. Winter break was the light at the end of the tunnel for so long. Even in elementary and high school, granted the light being much less bright and shorter. In college, winter break was something we were all working towards. After a month of finals, papers and projects, the month of rest was much deserved and wanted. However, not being in school makes December another month. Okay so we have a tree, my sister is home, being especially mean to me, there's drama with my dad's side of the family, I picked out most of my presents this year. Not too different from every other year. I guess now, since I've been home since May and there was no distraction from that, I feel as if Christmas came and went without any blip on my radar. Maybe if my family was one of those with traditions and were really close (not that we aren't, but it's a different kind of closeness) and if my sister and I didn't like to argue, maybe Christmas would hold more power.

I wish we all still believed in Santa.

So now it's 2008. What do I do now? I have no real resolutions aside from looking for a more permanent job and finally learn to drive and buy a car. I guess I could also work out more. I'd like my ass to not look like it does now.