Today’s thing is something new, not just for me but for a lot of people… I watched the swearing in of a new president, and then proceeded to watch all of the festivities until I fell asleep. I’d never watched the swearing in of any president, nor did I watch the luncheon, the parade or see the inaugural ball after. Technically, I still haven’t seen the luncheon since I wasn’t paying attention, but I heard it.
The inaugural ball was interesting… it seemed more like a televised concert to me. Maybe it was supposed to be. But I’m sure this is one for this history books.
I never really watched many reality shows, but vh1 always had the most ridiculous ones you couldn’t help but look at. I’d watch Flavor of Love, Celebrity Fit Club, and I Love New York. After a while, they became annoying so I just stopped watching and stopped paying attention to commercials advertising upcoming ones. So it would make perfect sense that I had never heard of the show Tool Academy before. I didn’t catch the show from the beginning, but I did watch most of it.
The premise of the show features a bunch of douchebag guys trying to work through relationship issues with their girlfriends, women who must have low self-esteem for choosing to remain with their guys after some craptastic treatment. One guy was living a double life, and didn’t tell his girlfriend about another girl he was with (and still seeing) for almost six years. That confrontation did not end up well, obviously.
It was an interesting show and a way to pass the time, but I can’t help but feel I want that hour of my life back. I’m sure I could’ve been more productive doing something else.
So, I’m not a fashionista by any means, and I’m still working on clothing styles and options for myself to be a little bit more put together. So imagine my surprise when a lady from a German television station stopped me and a friend in the street during our lunch break and asked us what we thought Michelle Obama should wear to the inauguration.
She gave us both cards with dress options sketched by designers, and although most of them were pretty I went for the Christian LaCroix WITHOUT the capelet. I don’t believe in capelets for anyone, especially if you’re tall. It just makes you look like you’re dressed in children’s clothing.

Christian LaCroix.
My friend went with the Monique Lhuillier. She said it would definitely be different, but it would keep in line with her style.

Monique Lhuillier.
Then she asked us our opinion on her style, and other assorted fashion questions related to Michelle Obama. I think the most surprising thing was her telling me that I have a sense of style, but I’m thinking she was just being nice.
I did wonder if she stopped us because of the whole color factor; we were probably the only two non-white people walking down 5th Avenue that time. Nonetheless, I gave my fashion input for foreign tv!
I recently took a journal and made a list of all the things I’ve never done before, things I planned to do in the upcoming year. Out of all the things on the list, I was dumbfounded as to what I could actually do on the first day, since a lot of things are closed on New Years. Then my job called and sort of rectified the situation for me.
After a small exchange of words that left me a little bummed out, my friend’s husband mentioned the movie Clerks and how I was like Dante, and I happened to say I’d never seen it. And then this exchange took place:
Me: Am I really the only person who hasn’t seen this movie?
Everyone else: YES!
I’ve always been the type of person to miss out on watching a movie; in fact I didn’t see The Matrix until about two years after it had already made it to DVD. It doesn’t bother me so much, but I miss out on all of the pop-culture references when people bring these movies up that I’ve never seen before. Que sera.
We started a half-assed attempt at watching the movie earlier this morning, but it wasn’t until I got home that I watched the full thing online.
So today, I watched Clerks for the first time. Ever. I’m no longer a Clerks virgin, and it only took fifteen years.