"Featuring someone called Aghani-Heaney"

"Or two people called Kafir Aghani and Eleanor Heaney."  "Right, that's the one."

I'm fairly a-political, but in saying that I have to add that I'm also staunchly liberal.  (Contradiction!)

Still, I really hate extremes, and that's what I mean by being a-political.  I don't like the Tea Party, I don't understand Occupy Wall Street.  I would like to give the world a hug.

I've gotten in a few arguments discussions about politics with members of the other side.  I tend to be polite and try to find middle ground, hoping that the conversation will end sooner that way.  I don't think that I associate with evil people, so therefore I don't believe that the people I'm arguing discussing politics with who happen to have opposing views are {Satan, Hitler, Osama bin Laden}.  I figure we all want what's good for the country, but we just don't agree on what that is or how to go about achieving it.  Fair enough, right?

However, being "reasonable" usually makes the people I argue discuss with think that I'm not "really" a liberal or that I could be swayed to the dark other side.  They find out that I can't by my responding with this simple fact.  I've made my peace with the extreme liberals who have sit-ins and throw red paint on fur coats.  I will never make my peace with extreme conservatives who bomb abortion clinics.  So, that's a deal breaker there.  Not switching teams.

However, someone appears to have called my bluff!  I don't for the life of me understand this "sit-in" called Occupy Wall Street.  I know one side says they are just lazy people blaming others for their laziness in not having a job or money.  The other side says that they are protesting corporate influence on government.  (My question back to them:  is this really the best idea you had to do that?)

I hate to say it, but I think I don't understand the movement because it's an unorganized mess of people who don't know what they want.  Each side is right about SOME of the participants, but not all.  I can't really get on board with it because of that ambivalence.

But you know what I'm going to say next, right?  I still like 'em a hell of a lot more than the Tea Party.  So, not switching teams.

PS - Weight:  x+16, ridiculous ridiculousness.

Things I Wish Weren't True

Weight: x+17.5 - scale anomaly.  Believe new scale is one of those personal trainers that just yells at you and makes you feel bad about yourself until you work harder or commit suicide.  Plan on beating scale by standing on one foot tomorrow.  That'll teach it!

They really and truly are making a third Bridget Jones movie, complete with Renee, Hugh and (drool) Colin, but they don't have a director and start shooting in January.  That inspires a lot of confidence. 

http://www.deadline.com/2011/10/paul-feig-exits-bridget-jones-3-looking-for-british-director-for-january-start/

Let me list a few reasons that this seems like a bad idea:
1) There's not a third book.  So what is this based on?
2) The second movie....not a classic (unless you count such Razzie winners like The Blue Lagoon and Snakes on a Plane as classics, which is arguably true).
3) As mentioned above, they start shooting in January and don't have a director.  Wowza.
4) Did I mention how bad the second movie was?  Because Bridget lover that I am, I must finally admit it was quite painful.
5) How will Bridget randomly be falling into bed with Daniel Cleaver this time?  Will he rufi her?  Will there be, gasp, some kind of misunderstanding? 

Let me list one reason this seems like a good idea:
1) There will be a scene in which Mark and Daniel fight, right?  We've had an alley, a fountain...what could be next?  Parliament under Big Ben?  The London Eye?  In front of Buckingham Palace?

In summary, I need script approval for this project.

Weight:  x+17.8 (Yes, that counts as losing weight...)

Random thoughts in my head right now...

I took my first gym class in years, and yes, I still hate them.  A lot.  I was feeling so "open to new things" and positive that I made a big mistake.  I told the instructor my real name.  Whoops!  So for the full hour, all I heard was "Kelley, tuck your seat, roll your shoulders back, hold your abs tight" - I wish I had told her my name was Sasha.  Being the New Girl in class sucks.  However, I think I was the only one to do "real" push-ups.  Yeah, that's right, all 40 of them!  4-0!  I'm considering that a WIN!  (PS - how is it that I ran 8 miles straight without stopping yesterday, and I put my freaking leg up on a bar, and it's shaking uncontrollably after an 8-count, argh!)

If the class was designed to make me want to come home and jam as many pretzels dipped in nutella in my mouth in a minute, then mission accomplished!  (Also, Selena Gomez blamed nutella for some health issues recently, and I just want to say:  Selena, if you lied and are really on drugs, you're going down!  Why would you give nutella a bad name?  Moms have ENOUGH trouble getting their kids to eat a healthy breakfast of chocolate flavored toast!  Wasn't sullying the Bieb's good name enough for you?)

In other news, I freaking love Fox's New Girl.  I couldn't love it more.  I could try, but it might take some kind of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind procedure where I was forced to forget all of the other awesome shows I've loved before.  I'm hugging it in my mind.

And since I work in TV and have strong opinions about shows, I thought I'd give you my synopsis of the 2nd episode of Playboy Club:
Bunny 1:  Hey, remember what happened last week?
Bunny 2:  Yeah.
Bunny 1:  Darn, I was hoping you forgot so I could remind you for an hour.
Bunny 2:  Go ahead and act like I said I didn't remember.  We don't have any better ideas after all.
Bunny 1:  OK!

Wow, guys.  That was painful.

Weight:  x+18 - yeah, that running and dieting sure is paying off....

Ba-dum Bum, Ba-dum Bum.  Ba-dum Bum, Ba-dum Bum.  ("Rocky" theme music in theory)

I'm pumping myself up, NOT taking no for an answer, and going into the world to kick some major butt.  Beware, world.  I'm coming for you.

ROCK!

Today

I feel a lot like the girl who's picked out her bridesmaids' dresses before the guy even proposes...you know the girl.  Mine is job-related, but still annoying/exciting/nail-biting.

I spent summer of my freshmen year in college analyzing if a certain day was more likely to bring the intended (and already discussed) proposal with a certain reader that will remain un-named.  Not to say it wasn't exciting when she called me from the top of Stone Mountain - she certainly seemed excited, and I know I was - but still, there were equal amounts of relief that it had happened and there was no need to worry about whether it would anymore.

That's the summer I decided that I really hoped I'd be completely caught off guard by a guy proposing, so much so that I'd ask him politely if I could have a day to think about it so that I would be able to put my whole heart in it and know it was the right decision.  My friends say that is rude and would be a guy's nightmare, but it's still my dream.  I really hate the foregone conclusion.  The idea that you're so sick of waiting for something that it's hard to even enjoy it once it comes your way.   You're just relieved that the freaking waiting is over.

Aren't there a few people out there who still get carried away with luck and are surprised by their good fortune?  And if so, can't I dare to dream that I might one day be one of them?