lunes, 13 de abril de 2009

Gender Questionable?

Today, something dawned on me as I was getting my hourly fix of Facebook. I accidentally clicked something to update my profile, and when I did it, I realized the box checked "Female," signaling to the entire Facebook world that I am, in fact, a girl. (Sorry, my Facebook's in Spanish. Mujer = Female).



And after realizing this box was checked, I got a bit offended. Why would anyone question whether or not I was a female? Would anyone need reassurance that I was the gender they thought I was in my picture? Am I butch?

I guess what I'm questioning is the necessity of this box. In what circumstance would you need it? Besides my dogs (friend them, they are literally on FB), nobody I know is remotely close to being a questionable gender that the box is even necessary. I wish I could see one instance in which that box might be useful. For now, the search continues, but I still think the box is another pointless addition from the Facebook team.

Rediscovering an old love


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domingo, 12 de abril de 2009

You don't need to lose it to know that you had it good

*Transferred this blog because it had no relevance whatsoever to my Sevilla blog, minus the fact I wrote it in Sevilla.


Today, I am in the reflective mood. It's raining in Sevilla, so I am confined to my room, a smaller-than-Hinton-James yellow cell, where all I can do is think about my life. And it's about to get reeeal deep, people. (That's what he said). You know how you really love someone, and then they just go and change on you, seemingly overnight? Like, you appreciate someone for who they are as a person or artist, for their talent and shining personality, and then they go and get all attractive, famous, and douche-y on you?


That's right. Today, I have a longing in my heart to bring back the semi-fat John Mayer.


Okay, really... John wasn't really fat, persay. And it's not really his physique that I miss. I miss the old John Mayer who wasn't in the tabloids... who wasn't into himself... and who didn't date the most annoying women in Hollywood.

Some of you might be jumping to his defense, saying that I am just a jealous superfan who has simply run out of pins for my Jessica Simpson & Jennifer Aniston voodoo dolls. And while that may be true, it's more than that. I guess I just miss that loco side of John Mayer, who used to do shit like this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_z-shZL1KU

Or that time he had a hilarious TV show. That was really the height of fat John Mayer. He was funny, a little off, and definitely not a Hollywood sell-out.

Sure, the music's getting better and better. I am already boning over the samples of his new CD that he's slowly putting up on his blog. And I will probably feel really lame about writing this later.


But just because you get skinny and stuff, doesn't mean you have to become a tool. Wise up, John. Really.

But, luckily for John, this doesn't mean I'll stop throwing my panties up on stage at his concerts. I want you, baby. And so do my Spanx...

Beginning of history right heaaahhh

I realized my other blog about studying abroad in Spain (shameless self-plug: andreainsevilla.blogspot.com) was probably not the best place to rant about just general stuff, so here I am. I really think this is the beginning of an era, as I am the most popular up-and-coming blogger since 1999.

PEREZ HILTON -- WATCH YOUR SHIT. I'M COMING FOR YOUUUUUU!