The point of all this...

Welcome to my very first blog. Although I find the popularity of myspace and youtube horrifying and technology seems to have stunted social interaction into nothing but exchanges of typed characters on a screen, I have finally decided to join the cyberworld with my very own blog. Want to know what sparked this creation? This:

Yes, it's a stamp. But, when I saw it, I decided that I wanted this image for my very own. Why? because I am going to Fiji in two years. So, once I saw this stamp, I figured I should create a place to put it.

How do I know I'm going to Fiji in two years? Because two of my friends are getting married there, so Brett and I need to start saving for our plane tickets now. I found this image because I am slacking off at work and am designing the pattern that will be painted on my custom surf board. I just took up surfing, and it's really hard. But, I love it and want to get better at it, and I can't use Brett's board because it's way too advanced for me. So, I want my OWN board with my own flowers painted on it. I am so excited about this- I can't even tell you. So, aside from the fact that Brett and I are planning this romantic trip to Fiji, my goal is to get adequate enough at surfing in the next two years so we can go surf there together. Sounds like a long shot, I know. And I also know that there are some seriously huge waves there that should not be ridden by amateurs, which is why I will have to find some forgiving swells.

Surfing is part of my new "Get your fat ass back in shape" program. The other part entails running with my friend Jenn at the park. We've been running three or four days a week, and I'm damn proud of us. Today we ran 2.25 miles. This is good for me, considering my exercise program went to a screeching halt a year ago when I met Brett. Who is motivated to go to the gym when you can go out to eat and drink with your new hottie? I definitely did not feel compelled to cancel my nightly dates with him to go suffer on the gerbil wheel at LA fitness. The result of this: a great relationship and fat pants that barely button now.

They used to be the fat pants- the ones that were too baggy to look remotely nice. The ones that, on days I didn't feel like talking to anyone, I would pair with my black studded belt and feminist black t-shirt that said "Mpower." The ones I would wear when I was so bloated that the only other alternative was sweatpants. Yea....those ugly ass jeans don't even FIT anymore, and they are less flattering than before.

However, it will only be a matter of time before the fat pants make a come back- now that I'm a professional surfer and all.

Hey, if anyone actually reads this, I'd really like to get some good book recommendations. I have to warn you- I'm a book snob. And a nerd. I don't like pop chick lit or fantasy or thrill books. I love Kerouac and F. Scott Fitzgerald and Milan Kundera and Dave Eggers and the occasional Vonnegut. None of this excrement with titles like "Shopping in Broken High Heels" or "Every Woman's Guide to Snagging her Sweater" or whatever crap they are putting out these days. I feel I could write books that are a lot more applicable when it comes to relationships. Thinking about past relationships, I could write "He's Just Not That into Bathing" or "The Devil Wouldn't Want You Either" or the bold "The Way You Breathe Is Annoying." How about those best sellers?

So, blogs are strange phenomenons to me because I don't believe anyone will actually READ this. Don't people have enough to do? ...then again, I'm the one sitting here, writing something that I don't believe anyone will even read. If you read this, will you let me know? Post a little message or something. Give me a little cyber nudge. Because I'm still having a hard time figuring out the point of all this.