Thursday, September 04, 2008

You Stay Classy...

C - Sarah Palin... not because I may or may not vote for her and John McCain this November, or because she's the GOP's answer to Hilary Clinton (?) and Obama's ability to capture the coveted 18-49 demographic, but because she looks like Tina Fey... Yeah, I'm that superficial...
Honorable mention goes to Paul Rudd. Why? Cause he's just cool...

L - Rancho Peñasquitos, or The Ranch of the Little Rocks in Espanol. It's my new home, and also my prison. Interpret that as you will. Shouldn't be too hard.
O - My TiVo. I'm rekindling my love for it, especially while using my parent's awful DVR from Time Warner Cable.
S - Embracing unemployment by doing absolutely nothing...
A - Finally finishing the first disc of Alias Season 4. Not super great, but Kelly Macdonald guested, and it was magically delicious...
T - Don't leave good friends, no matter how tempting the HDTV your parents has is.

Update! So far, so bad. I'm pretty miserable. Not much else to say.

I don't even know what to write about. I'm in a permanent state of arrested development (hey! that's the name of the show!), trying desperately to figure out the next four months (at least). I figure I need to probably take advantage of my time here in SD, you know, to become a true San Diegan and wear my colors with pride. I spent so much time here before wallowing in my inability to be elsewhere that I'm pretty sure I missed out on a lot of cool things. But, what makes those things better is when you have people to share it with, and as of this moment, I have none of that.

So, here's a call for all of my single lady friends: You wanna get hitched? I'm pretty sure I could be happily married to most of you, so why not, right? As long as you bring the funny, I'm good to go...

But no, seriously... I'm really only half kidding, so... think about it?... Please? *wink*

I dunno. Marriage looks cool and all, from an outsiders perspective, but is it really all that and a bag of chips? Really? Constant companionship from the one companion you get to choose? Always having someone to sleep next to, cuddle with, and talk to? Can't be THAT awesome, can it?
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No, that's not a sniffle... It's a cold.....
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Okay, there's no need to make the obvious known....

ANYway, enough of the wallowing... On to the next!!
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*sniff*

4 comments:

jess said...

Jacob!

That's the saddest post I've ever seen! And by sad, I mean, your pathetic attempt at wallowing. You're not wallowing, Jacob, and we all know it. **sniff** ?? PARKER, puh-leeeeze.

You're watching your DVR, on a comfy couch, with some salty snacks just kinda content at seeing the sunlight every few days, if that means finishing all of alias, fantasizing about tina fey and/or sarah palin and considering the possibility of companionship, if it only meant devotion and commitment as dependable as your remote.
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In all seriousness though, San Diego can't be that bad. It just can't!! You grew up there! It has to have some high point, right?!
I was seriously and I mean SERIOUSLY concerned I was going to miss Provo a lot when I moved, but so far I've loved every second here in Austin.
So give the ol' SD a second shot. Or move to Austin.

sarcastically yours,
Jess

(P.s.-- I meant to tell you at our last run in au supermarché, that I was astounded at how much taller you are than me. Like a good head and a half! I guess I wore heels A LOT last fall. I was impressed...so you've got that going for you. You're tall. Congrats.)

Anonymous said...

Good news! Hayley, Carrie and I are flying out to San Diego so you can marry all of us. You're welcome.
Unfortunately, that means you'll be putting all 3 of us through school. Delicious.
Missing you,
Rochelle

Hayley said...

you can marry me. I have a phobia of anything of a sexual nature, so that could be a problem. But companionship? you got it!

Anonymous said...

Oh Jacob, I miss you. If you marry me and Leland you have two people to cuddle and snuggle with.

Just a thought. A weird, creepy, unsettling thought.