Best and Worst of 2008

This year has been pretty insane for me. I thought that a list of my favorite and most hated things from pop culture and my life, would be a great way for me to cap off my year. So, here it goes.


Loved
6. Not Thinking- Some of the best things that happened this year were a result of me just going with my gut and not thinking.

5.My Yellow Bikini- It really made my summer more awesome. I just felt powerful and sexy in it.

4.Britney's Comeback- I was so excited to see her prove the haters wrong. Go Britney!!

3.Feeling Again-The Icebox where my heart used to be started to defrost, and I forgot how good it felt to let myself be affected by things.

2.Pineapple Express- Best comedy of the year by far! I saw it three times and I didn't stop laughing.

1.New Experiences- I really pushed myself this year and I had a lot of firsts, both personal and professional. It was a roller coaster, but I wouldn't change any of it.


Hated

5. Waiting For The Phone To Ring- Did that more than I would like to admit this year. Turned me into a crazy person sometimes, but you already read all about that :).

4. "Bleeding Love" By Leona Lewis- I never even understood what this song was about completely, and it was freakin' everywhere! I got that it was about a bad relationship, but the analogy was bad and just got more confusing.

3.Feeling Again- I forgot how hard it can be to let myself be affected by things.

2. The New 90210- They should have left well enough alone. Nothing could compare to the original, so why bother?

1.The Hills- This show is well past it's prime, but seems to have more hype than ever! It's sooo fake and the cast members are more like characters than they are real people, and it's not fun to watch. The girls got full of themselves and started to believe that whatever they did would be gold. Lauren had a horrible fashion line, Audrina is "acting," and Heidi and Spencer are complete media whores. I wonder, if we all ignored them would they disappear?

Open Letter

Dear Jerky Guys In The Greater Los Angeles Area,

I just wanted to clear a few things up to spare all of us the embarrassment later on. In my short life I have seemed to attract your kind nearly exclusively. While I'm not sure why this is, it never works for very long due to your innate douchieness and my need for substance. These encounters while brief, only prove to waste everyone's time. You need a girl who will go down on you while you speed down Sunset in a car that resembles a penis. I need a guy who will actually learn my last name before he tries to finger bang me.

So, in order to bypass a very awkward situation I have devised a plan for us to identify one another right away. I'll be the girl who is laid back, sweet, and funny which is a minority in L.A. Now if you meet me and you think I'm pretty just walk up and ask me if I want to fuck you, and I'll tell you only if we were in a committed relationship. Let's not dance around the point and waste each other's time. You'll thank me in the end. Shine on you greasy fuck heads!

With Love,
Mimi

Epiphany

After a couple of strangely emotional days, it hit me earlier. Why am I waiting around to see what this guy will do next? I'm 25, live in L.A., and I'm fucking stunning. What the hell am I doing wasting time on a guy who can't tell water's wet? Maybe he'll come around, and maybe he won't. Meanwhile I should be having sex with Greek men from Greece. I should be spending time with really, really, ridiculously good looking men. Men so hot that you can barely look at them, because their hotness radiates like the sun. If this guy wakes up, I'll figure out what to do with him then, but no more waiting. I like him, but I need to make sure I'm not sitting and wasting time. It's like how fuckin' thick do you have to be to keep ME waiting? I'm not sure I wanna deal with a guy that dumb. So I am gonna have fun, flirt, and be a girl. This will be interesting!

I'm A Tad Nutty

So, wow things got a little dramatic a few days ago, but everything is fine now. I was having the mother of panic attacks, and my guy issues were at the eye of the storm. Needless to say things got blown out of proportion and I was very sad. But I'm clear now and feeling level-headed about my relation-dateship-thinga-ma-jig. Now my problem is that I realize what I want from the situation, but I don't know how to tell him. How do you start? What do you say? What if he thinks I'm crazy? See this how I get panic attacks. Ok new subject. Ashlee Simpson named her baby what? What a dumb ass!

I Think I'm Done

(Sigh) Not really sure what happened. I just feel like I woke up. Trying not to be too sad, but I can't really help it. It's hard for me to start over, and it took a lot out of me to just get to this point. I don't feel like I can talk to anyone either. I think I got tired of feeling uncertain. I wanted answers to questions I was afraid to ask, and now I don't know what to do. I'm REALLY confused. Worst than ever and I don't even know why. I don't have a funny picture or clever sign off for this post.

I Want YOU To Want ME!

I want to call him, I want to hang out with him, I like him. I don't like this. I want to be unaffected, but that's not happening. I feel like I'm falling too fast, and like I should be dating multiple dudes, but I'm just not wired like that though. I don't find a lot of people that I click with, and I can't fake it to just to make it seem like I don't like a guy as much as I do. I feel like a mess right now. Sucks to be me right now kids.

Wha???

Not really sure what I'm doing right now, but I think I like it. Yeah...good times. Maybe later I'll give you more information, but this will do for now. So...yeah it's nice.

WTF?

I went from being a fun loving woman who was looking for a little more love in her life, to this little girl who is hoping for the phone to ring. How the hell did this happen to me? ME? I hate this right now! It really REALLY sucks. If he would call and say "Hey I'm not really into you, and...yeah fuck you," I would feel better than I do right this second. Because the way things are right now, I'm not really sure what's going on. At least if he said that, I could yell and scream and be angry. All I can do now...is...wait.

Mayer

Mr. Mayer getting his grown man on. Mmmmmm. So tasty!!

Between Sitting Alone and Making Him Pancakes For Breakfast

So there's this guy. He's totally cool and a lot of fun. The problem is that it feels like this thing could really go either way. Like one of us will just tap out, or I might end up tappin' that. I hate this sort of wiggle room. I start just wanting anything to happen so it just could be one way or another. I want to either find out he has a horrible cocaine habit, or that he really wants it just to be the two of us. At this point I would welcome either.

He's A MAN Now!

Oh my, how Justin has grown! He is looking all grown up these days. I'll have to see him live now...you know for the music. The beautiful, beautiful music. Awesome performance too.

Huh?

I'm actually in a good place right now. I'm just relaxing, enjoying life, and taking things as they come. Strange!? I'm trying not to question it too much. I just wanna enjoy it, because it can't last forever. But things are coming together nicely for me. It's been along time coming! So rejoice with me!!

Exactly

I've been in a weird mood lately, sort of happy, sort of miserable. So, I started to try to figure out how to put these strange and contradictory feelings into words, and I kept coming up with nothing. Then I remembered this song, and it sums it all up beautifully. Enjoy my struggle!

Having A Great Time, Wish I Were Here

My summer is saddly coming to an end, but I'm actually looking forward to next semester. Still, I'm going to squeeze every last drop out of these remaining weeks in which I have nothing to do but remember what's coming on tonight. Life is good right now, and I'm actually starting to have fun. Hope you are too!

Thanks John

I don't know how you did it, but you made my summer 10 times more awesome!! For two hours I got to forget about all the shit that is running the hamster wheel in my mind, and enjoy just really great music. We laughed, we cried, we ate $4 churros, and I wouldn't change a thing. I'll see you next summer!!

P.S.
Next time get some better opening acts, because damn those two were boring!!

This Shit Aint Over

Next year bitches, next year!!!!

Possible Candidate ?

My favorite Laker Jordan Farmar having some fun with friends. It's nice to see that he doesn't take himself too seriously, but he's only 21. I know it's only 3 years, but for some that can feel like ten. Hmmm... what to do, what to do? Well all I can say is stay tuned!

Summer Lovin

So now that the semester from hell is now over, I have the summer to relax and reflect. During my first day of reflection I realized that, damn I want a manfriend. Because I live in L.A., the douche-bag mecca, it's slim pickins for normal guys. I have to formulate a master plan to find a guy that is normal, but not boring or plain. Nothing too serious, just someone to chill with. I just need some guyness in my life. Hmmmmm?

He Did It Again

This is the funniest thing I've seen in a while! Ya see people this is why I love Mayer! Enjoy.

My Love For Love Songs

I love great singer/songwriter types of love songs. I really just can't help it, I'm THAT girl. So, I can't help but think it would be so fantastically awesome to date one of these guys, and have them write a song about me that sang of our love through eternity. A bit much I know, but again I'm THAT girl. But it hit me a little while ago while I was listening to John Mayer, they aren't always like this with those they're in a relationship with. For that one girl John wrote "Come Back To Bed" about, he told three girls to shut the fuck up and go to sleep. For the chick he wrote "Wonderland" for, he told five that they look fat in their favorite jeans. For the ladies who inspire Chris from "Dashboard Confessional" to write passionately about love, are just as many who he just stopped calling and they don't know why. I guess I realized tonight that even guys who right beautiful music, are just guys!

Man is that a hard pill to swallow!!

About Last Night...

Look who I got to hangout with last night! Just chillin at the House of Blues Sunset with some friends. Hands down the best night I've had in years. Oh, don't look so sad. I'm sure whatever you did last night was fun too.




Nick from The Spill Cover Canvas. Such a cool dude!!




Ryan from Yellowcard!! Dude my hands were shaking, I felt like I was twelve again! He was chill though.

Words To Live By

I was sitting and watching E! as I usually do, and my mind started to wander. I thought about I comment I heard a radio DJ make on air a few months ago that really upset me. To make a long story less boring, he said that if you're overweight woman you'd better be good at giving oral sex. Now I was pissed for obvious reasons, but then I thought of what he looked like. This guy is so not hot, but he's fairly successful so I guess in his mind it all balances out. So, now I give you this little nugget of wisdom: Money doesn't make up for ugly, and pretty doesn't make up for stupid. Do with this powerful knowledge what you will.

Lessons From Uncle John

This was posted on John Mayer's blog today. He makes the kind of sense that at first makes your head hurt, but then you think about right before you to sleep and then your like "OOOOOOOOOh, that is so brilliant". Love him!

THURSDAY, MARCH 27, 2008

FROM THE HEART....

I need to write this.

I've been traveling alone in Japan for the better part of three weeks now, and It's been so remarkable an experience for me that I can't book a ticket home yet. I haven't spoken very much out loud these days, but I've been thinking to myself in what feels like surround sound. I can see so many things clearly, and feel so connected to myself and the world around me that I need to share the perspective with you.

I'm already aware that when I sing, say or write anything, 50 percent of the response will be in support of it and the other 50 will want to discount it. This blog, though, is directed to 100 percent of people reading it. If my blog truly does have any cultural effect, then it should be used for more than just pictures of sneakers and funny youtube videos. (If you don't think my blog has any effect, than you can't by definition be reading this right now and therefore don't have to respond to it in any way. Isn't that tidy?)

What I'm about to write isn't about fame or success or celebrity or the media. That's my business.

This is about us all.

This is about a level of self consciousness so high in my generation, that it's actually toxic.

This is about the girl in her bedroom who poses in front of the camera she's awkwardly holding in her outstretched hand. She'll take a hundred photos until coming up with one she's happy with, which inevitably looks nothing like her, and after she's done poring over images of herself, will post one on her myspace page and then write something like " I don't give a f*ck what you think about me."

This is about the person trying out for American Idol, who while going off about how confident they are that they were born ready to sing in front of the world, are trembling so badly they can hardly breathe.

This is about me, the guy who walks through a throng of photographers into a restaurant like he's Paul Newman, but who leaves a "reject" pile of clothes in his closet so high that his cleaning lady can't figure out how one man can step into so many pairs of pants in a week.

This is about a young guy who maintains a celebrity blog that subsists on tearing other people down but who has wrestled with a lifelong battle for acceptance as a gay man.

This is about us all. Every one of us. Who all seem to know deep down that it's incredibly hard to be alive and interact with the world around us but will try and cover it up at any cost. For as badass and unaffected as we try to come off, we're all just one sentence away from being brought to the edge of tears, if only it was worded right. And I don't want to act immune to that anymore. I took the biggest detour from myself over the past year, since I decided that I wasn't going to care about what people thought about me. I got to the point where I had so much padding on that, sure, I couldn't feel the negativity, but that's because I couldn't feel much of anything. And I think I'm done with that.

I'm not the first person to admit we're all self conscious, Kanye was. But what I want to do is to shed a little light on why we're all in the same boat, no matter the shape of the life we lead: because every one of us were told since birth that we were special. We were spoken to by name through a television. We were promised we could be anything that we wanted to be, if only we believed it and then, faster than we saw coming, we were set loose into the world to shake hands with the millions of other people who were told the exact same thing.

And really? Really? It turns out we're just not all that special, when you break it down. Beautifully unspectacular, actually. And that truth is going to catch up with us whether we want to run from it or not. The paparazzo following me to the gym ain't gonna be Herb Ritts and the guy he's following ain't gonna be Bob Dylan. It's just a matter of how old you are once you embrace that fact. And for me, 30 sounds about right.

What now, then? I can only really say for myself: Enjoy who I am, the talents and the liabilities. Stop acting careless. In fact, care more. Be vulnerable but stay away from where it hurts. Read. See more shows. Of any kind. Rock shows, art shows, boat shows. Create more art. Wear hoodies to dinner. Carry a notebook and hand it to people when they passionately recommend something and ask them to write it down for me.

Root for others.

Give more and expect the same in return, but over time.

Act nervous when I'm nervous, puzzled when I don't know what the hell to do, and smile when it all goes my way. And never in any other order than that.

And when it's all over, whether at the end of this fabulous career or of this life, which I hope takes place at the same time, I should look back and say that I had it good and I made the most of it while I was able. And so should you.

I'm going quiet now.

John




POSTED BY JOHN MAYER AT 09:58 AM FROM ...

Why?

I love "The Hills". I really do, but there's a part of me that wants to know why. Why do I watch vapid size twos yap on and and on about their inconsequential lives? Why can't I get enough of the over privileged and unappreciative? Why do I care about a bunch a dumb broads from Orange County, and who their hookin up with this week? I'll tell you why, because it makes me feel superior. I may be a size eight, dippin out in a 96 Corolla, and shopping at H&M, but at least I'm not dumb enough to pass up a great career opportunity (LC and 1st Paris trip), insecure enough to keep running after a guy who doesn't want me (Audrina), or crazy enough to let a guy control my life (Hedi). This show makes me proud to be who I am. Yay me!!

Pleased To Meet You

So here are a few things that I think you should know about me. I love to laugh, hate to talk about poop, the people that should have loved me never did, I'm sorta Asian, and I wear a size 8 shoe. Wow, I feel closer already!

Mr. Mayer-"Say"

I truly LOVE John Mayer. Here is the alternate version of his video for "Say". He looks super cute in the video and all I can think about while watching this is biting his bottom lip. Have I said too much? Hmmmm??? Oh well, enjoy!

Justin Nozuka=Yummy Happy Music

I stumbled upon this guy completely at random. I was up working and a preview for "Scott Baio is 46 and Pregnant" came on and this song was playing in the background. I was hooked. I went online and saw this video and fell in love. Music love is the best! It's always whatever you need it to be. I thought I'd share the love!