8.05.2005

maybe my anesthesiologist will be cute. dont want hot. just cute.

im leaving for my surgery in a few minutes. scared. dont think. if i end up looking like michael jackson afterwards and never leave my house again (i'm vain), i love you all. everyone one of you. even the weirdo that left that weirdo comment. i love you.

okay, so i have a few more minutes to leave so ill write about something any normal human being would think about minutes before they leave to have surgery. reality tv.

i've discovered that you can tell what kind of day i'm having based on my opinion of reality tv on that given day.

theres some days when i tell people that i never watch reality tv. hah.

theres other days when i vacuously watch some random reality tv show while im arduously contemplating about whether i should eat ice cream or not. my opinion on reality tv gets clouded out by my indecisiveness about whether anyone would really notice if i gained 78 lbs or not. (i usually conclude that no one would notice and go ahead and eat the ice cream.) its hard to form conclusive opinions about important subjects when youre constantly pacing back and forth to the fridge.

sometimes im having a i'm-engaged-in-society political kind of day and i issue fatwas about how reality tv stars do not represent islam or all muslims. then i mail them to thomas friedman.

then theres always a few angry-with-life kind of days where i'll go on a tirade (to myself) about how at least people on reality tv are actually willing to admit to the world that they crave fame and would do anything for money. those are the days when i respect the creative aspect of the sluttiness, bc anyone can go to a good school and get some boring job and marry some hot boring robot with the right pedigree and slut themselves out that way. but it takes creativity and negative brain mass to think that you can skip a few steps, and become audrey hepburn just for being a skanky drama queen with a bunch of people who have nothing better than to eat beef jerky all day. theres always a place in my heart for sheer stupidity. dreams can come true.

gross. why am i talking about reality tv? i dont even watch it.

11 Comments:

Blogger LaLa2000 said...

i not only love you but i heart you. surgery? why? inshallah itll go well. and inshallah anesthesiologist will be cute. maybe he'll be a turk...in that case the chances of him being cute will rise considerably. so will the grease/eruo trash factor...but even that becomes attractive with time.

12:26 PM  
Anonymous Azher said...

The Last time I had surgery the anesthesiologist was really hot, but it was a woman so...that might not be what you are looking for. Next time eat the ice cream, you know its worth it. I'll make dua that your surgery goes well.

1:51 PM  
Blogger natasha1313 said...

oh i hope your esurgery goes well!!!
ps can this count as a rsvp to party? probably not. i guess will be forced to have conversation with one of you party planners. i liked the card, esp the cheap black marker talk on the back.

2:14 PM  
Blogger wanderer said...

fatwas rule (not). love from bean-town.

9:33 AM  
Blogger lululee said...

surgery!!!!!poor samaro!!!! don't worry i still will always remember you as you were........hot but slightly insane...and if you come out looking like michael jackson... i will think of you as a slightly insane baby lover...but i think i can still love you (i prefer pretty people)!!!

8:14 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

really funny post, stupid but funny. and for the person who said 'i heart you', earlier in the comments, get a life. I get sick of people when they try to make some sort of reference to some existentialist movie or publication in order to past themselves of as an intellect. sorry Lala you get an F, you retard. by the way that movie SUCKED, two thumbs way down.

6:03 PM  
Blogger LaLa2000 said...

hmmm...harsh...anonymous seems to have a lot of pent up rage. im glad that anonymously being an ass helps serve as a release and quite possibly saves random chidren and small animals from his/her wrath.

ps. ah ah the letter two.
ps the 2nd. nobody pouts going into a jiggy...yeah thats stupid...i wanna twirl.
ps the 3rd. damn i just passed myself off as an intellectual, passed myself off old school.

4:45 AM  
Anonymous Azher said...

Wow! I can't believe that Lala got attacked for being a psuedo intellectual. I thought one year at UChicago would do it for her, but sadly OSU has left its mark forever.

9:42 PM  
Blogger s am a r said...

i heart lala.

3:33 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

wow!! pent up rage, thats a good one, nice diversion lala. rather than address my issue with your comment earlier, you resorted to attacking my character. And seeing that you posted your comment at 5:45 in the morning, I can safely assume you've been spending you entire night articulating a witty response, but you know what Lala, you FAILED.

and it doesnt matter even if you went to Harvard, you're still an idiot. Anyone can take out a mortgage and attend an Ivy league school. At which point in school loan debts do you wake up and realize, you've been scammed into attending an institution for a piece of paper that well frankly in the end doesn't mean much. But of course you need to save face, and you need a tool to put others down because they haven't attended a prestigous institution while you have. well in the end, the real winners are those who attained freedom without compromising their principles and wealth.

but the lemmings continue to walk the dreaded path.

10:31 PM  
Blogger natasha1313 said...

oooh, random internet put downs. samar gets cool stuff on her blog. also i know that lala was referencing austin powers 2, not i heart huckabees which i believe is the film refered to in anonymous' post.

i like lemmings.they're pretty. and soft.

2:28 PM  

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