Mark can only do so much

This annoying cold is really deceptive, because just when I think I'm feeling better, it turns around and smacks me in the face. It's like the virus is laughing at me.

This morning, I woke up coughing and feeling like crap. So I tried to console myself by fantasizing about meeting Mark Ronson at karaoke, who then later invites me to his recording studio to coach me as a back-up singer, all Ray-Charles-movie style. (Without the heroin.)

And for a little while, I did feel better! I wasn't coughing anymore, so I finally was able to get out of bed. And then my nose started bleeding.

After I let that heal, I started working on finals again. Until my eyes started hurting and I started coughing again.

I think it's time to head out for some brandy and come back for a nap. Oh wait, I can't do that, because I have FIVE drawings to finish and FOUR essay questions to answer!

As an added note to my Tina Fey blog entry, I realize that all my exes would probably know who Tina Fey is, because they were all big nerds. And the nerds looove Tina Fey. What can I say? I love the cute nerds. Just look at Mark Ronson!

Who is Tina Fey?

Someone asked me this question, because he saw Tina Fey in the new American Express commercial. I explained, "She used to be the head writer of SNL (Saturday Night Live), and now she's the star of 30 Rock, which she also writes for."

I wasn't totally alarmed that he didn't know who Tina Fey was, because I know that not everyone cares for comedy television. But I came to a new realization:

I don't think I could date someone who doesn't know who Tina Fey is.

I thought about all my ex-boyfriends, and I think they would all know. In fact, I think they would be more upset than I would be, that someone didn't know who Tina Fey is. And I would venture to guess that they all harbor a crush on her.

Is that totally ridiculous and pompous of me? I mean, I think the only exception I'd make to this rule is if the guy had grown up in another country.

Her character on 30 Rock reminds me of my former life as the only girl among a crowd of wacky male characters at my old job. And I'd say that Tina Fey is one of my heroes, being an intelligent, successful woman in a male-dominated field, who manages to to be attractive in glasses and dark hair and not have to whore it up on tv. But I don't think that's why it would bother me that someone didn't know who she was.

I think awareness of Tina Fey actually points to a particular sense of humor that I enjoy, and I think that it would be sad to date someone who didn't share that with me.

There is some horrible hubbub about her show, 30 Rock, not lasting, and that would just make me sad, because it is one of the only well-written comedies left on television. (–and I'm not saying that just because I know one of the writers!) So if you haven't seen it, go watch it online now. (–Free! With fewer commercials!)

If you don't believe me, read all these A-graded reviews. But don't read too much before watching it, or it'll spoil all the great lines for ya.

Exciting cold updates, plus a new love

Apparently I am a blog spaz when I'm trapped at home with a cold.

Also, lots of people are sick. My roommate is sick. Also my cousin has bad cold. And the boy who I thought had forgotten about me –it turns out he was debilitated by a bad cold as well. So I guess that's kind of a good thing? Maybe? Or a lie to cover his ass? Who knows.

Anyway, I finally thought I was getting better, so I went out in the brief calm during this crazy storm of freezing rain, to go buy cough drops and a humidifier.

So I started doing schoolwork again, until my fingers started stiffening up and my dried-up eyes stung and my throat started bothering me with coughs again.

For my finals homework, I initially had one drawing partly done, only to discover that the top of the paper had wrinkled badly, so I had to START OVER AGAIN. Well, I think it's looking better now that I've started over, but I'm still not done.

I have 4.5 color drawings to finish and 4 essay questions to answer for Psych class!! In about two days!!! WHY do I have to have this cold now??? Mother of GOD. Meanwhile, my healthier classmates are gleefully dancing at the gay clubs again.

Poop.

On the upside, I may have discovered a new crush. I quite like the musician/producer, Mark Ronson, who is very age-appropriate, talented, successful, and boyish-brunette-cute, like I like 'em. Plus he produces some really fun singles. According to MySpace, he's based in New York??? Fun fact: his stepdad is Foreigner's guitarist, Mick Jones. (Thank you, Wikipedia.)

But he's touring in England right now, where he's racking up top-ten singles. Do you think he'd go see The Spice Girls with me?

Anyway, go download his new album, Version. It's got some Lily Allen, Amy Winehouse, and jazz and hip hop all in there. Good times.

My sentiments exactly.

To the boys I've kissed in the last year (--who are geeks and yet somehow not geeky enough to find my blog, add me on Flickr, OR check my Facebook profile, maybe because they're old and retarded):


I love a good greeting card.

I'm shifting toward the plan of staying single, happy, and carrying the child of one of my very cute but gay classmates to fulfill any future desire for motherhood.

I shall now return to my technical drawing homework nightmare.

Happy Thanksgiving!