Good MORRRRRNING!!!!!!!

Roomie’s working all day so I figured I’d turn on a little TV while I PACK and CLEAN (I’ll really try to spare you how I’m not dealing well at all with the freak amounts of anxiety I’m suddenly wrecked with about moving/subleasing/Germany/etc.)  The View is on, and unfortunately I caught it during “Hot Topics” when they were discussing that Obama gave himself a B+ job so far.  I had to switch to a different channel for a while because do you know who MAKESMESOFUCKINGPISSED?  Elizabeth Hasselbeck.  I think she’s adorable, I watched her on Survivor, as a person I have zero problem with her.  But when she opens her whiny, ultra-conservative mouth and starts going off about how our president is “delusional” and at best deserves a D because he just sucks so goddamn bad to her, my hereditarily low blood pressure gets going and I get quite irate.  So that wasn’t a fabulous way to start my morning.  I liked Charlie Gibson’s answer later that he should have given himself an Incomplete.

Let’s talk about PRESENTS.  We’re 11 days out from the  big day (pass me a brown paper bag, please) and I have a gift for one (1, uno, eine) family member (CONGRATULATIONS, Mom– it’s you.  As if it were hard to figure out.)  My father is the world’s hardest person to buy for so he’ll be lucky if he gets a package of Twizzlers under the tree (hint…hint…ideas, Sir.)  I also have NPH’s gift, only because I got it months ago as an inside joke gift, then realized I’d just hold onto it and pass it off in celebration of Christ’s birth.  And GUESS WHAT– he ordered mine yesterday… then deleted his computer history, the bastard.  I am so so SO the snoopiest person when it comes to surprises.  When I was at home, I’d find my presents hidden in the guest room or a closet.  I wouldn’t advise putting my gifts in a bag with just some tissue paper over it because it’s guaranteed I’ll peek.  I realize this is an asshole thing to do, but I can’t help it, I’m very much about instant gratification.  Surprises are something I can’t decide if I love or hate.  Thanks to my very generous parents, surprises are a normal part of my life, be it a book or box of brownie mix in the mail randomly or “Hey, what are you doing this weekend, let’s go to Vegas for your birthday.”  Methinks I love giving surprises much more than receiving…. <–not sexual.  It’s the holidays, people.

What the aitch is up with pretty major celebrities doing dumb dumb dumb endorsements?  Examples: Christina Aguilera doing DirecTV commercials, Luke Wilson hawking AT&T, Ciara doing some dumb cell phone commercial, and Megan Mullally singing a God awful parody of Gloria Estefan’s “Turn the Beat Around” for a new kind of I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter.  I doubt any of them need the money that bad (okay… so Megan hasn’t really been doing much since Will & Grace.  Le sigh.  Loved that show.)

Anyway… I haven’t started studying for my one and only final yet.  Probably won’t until tomorrow.  Just couldn’t give a shit less at this point.