#SNL40

I promised myself I would never start a blog by titling it with a hashtag, but since the world is referring to the SNL 40th Anniversary show that way, I may as well join the bandwagon this once. Every blog and news outlet has been sharing their opinions on the telecast, ranging everywhere from 'Why was there so much Kanye?' to 'Melissa McCarthy killed as Matt Foley'.

All the sentiments made are valid, of course, but I think we as a society put too much stock into what we think others think about the things we like. Like #SNL40. Yeah, there were weak parts and those have always existed in the confines of the layout of SNL. Skits will go too long, people will break, or the only laugh will be from the dude in the back who thinks its hilarious to watch the skit bomb.

Philosophical views aside, I really, really enjoyed SNL 40. Watching those brilliant comedians is always inspirational to me. I still want to be like them, you know? Lighting up the room, thousands of miles away, for millions of people.

Gives you goosebumps, doesn't it?

I was so glad to see my favorites back. My husband even knows that I've had a crush on Steve Martin since I saw the Muppet Movie the first time. He's incredible charming and quick witted, as was Dan Akroyd, Billy Crystal, Jon Lovitz, and the gang. Wayne's World always brings back fond memories of sneaking out in the middle of the night to pop in the VHS tape of the movie. Man, that was one of my favorite SNL movies.

I thought there were a few things lacking, though, personally. No Stuart Smiley giving sage advice to those who need to know that, gosh darn it, people like them. No Church Lady, which was okay given the whole Wayne's World thing. But no PAT? No Wild and Crazy Guys? What is the world coming to? It doesn't mean anything in the long run except, dang, I really liked those characters. Also, don't even get me started on Taylor Swift sucking the life out of the Californians. I literally shuttered.

So maybe while watching the show, I researched into taking improv classes again. I know, I know. I can't help but be inspired by these geniuses to try to at least feel like one. Maybe I'm good, maybe I'm terrible. All I have to do is try to find out.

Thank you, everyone who has been on Saturday Night Live. You help us experience a grand catharsis, laugh at ourselves, and laugh at the ridiculous world we live in. Without you, the world of comedy would be much smaller.

The Blogger's Dilemma

"Honesty is the best policy" is what people who are trying to get something out of you say. Its what teachers, moms, pastors, anybody with good moral fiber will tell you, whether you are a child or grown ass adult. I believe it, too, because honesty opens the doors for communication like nothing else will.

I hate to confess, though, that I never feel like I can ever be truly honest. There have been many things in my life lately that I am embarrassed by or ashamed of that I do not feel I can tell anyone. I am pretty open with my hopes and dreams but receive very little encouragement from my nuclear family. My father will give me advice all day long but will not listen when I really need to ask him something or confront him about something serious.

Another thing people say is "be yourself". Well, what if I don't happen to like that person? Shit, I know others think I am annoying when I am truly myself. Yes, I'm weird, a little goofy, and a very special little snowflake. Despite all that, I am still a loyal friend, good listener, and like to be silly with people as though I have known them awhile.

This is the most real I have been in a blog entry in a while, so please bear with me.

I am at a crossroads in my life, career, and health. If I don't make the proper health changes, my life and career are in jeopardy. If I don't start focusing on the career I want, time will pass through my hands like grains of sand and I will never feel accomplished. If I don't take my life seriously, I know I will have failed. If I don't enjoy my life, I will actually have failed.

Writing a blog gives me a place to release. I don't need people reading it or commenting on it in reality to justify my thoughts. This is something I have started to struggle with as I have become more reliant on my cell phone for entertainment, composure, and, for whatever God forsaken reason, self worth. It feels like the days of MySpace when how liked you are is based on how many friends you actually have.

Twitter and Instagram are still kind of new to me, even though I've had accounts for awhile. I'm trying to build a presence there and post things...especially when they are silly. That's when I'm at my best, I think. It shouldn't matter to me if my sister likes a picture of me or not or whether my Twitter friends are really real people that would love to collaborate with me. Those things would be great, but shouldn't doing it enough fulfill that desire? Its a hollow desire to feel needed or heard at best. Most of the time I do not feel either.

Honesty is my new policy. I am being honest with myself in my own insecurities and struggles. My father is always in denial. Maybe its about the druggie who is living in my bedroom that swears the cops "planted" heroin on him and how its not good for my mom or brother to be subjected to his infinite stupidity. Perhaps its about my mom's health, and how the massive amounts of yellow turmeric that are soaked into her jeans and the carpet are actually helping her brain and God can heal her one day if we just do one more thing different, eat one more pill, or go to one more fucking seminar.

There's a lot of anger but for as much I have to be angry about, I have much more to be happy about. My nuclear family kind of sucks now or maybe it always did and I was too naive to notice. Maybe I was never the nice girl that my parents told me I was, that I had always been a callous, social awkward and anxiety ridden twerp because of my being force fed Rush Limbaugh's propaganda and arrogance while completing math facts. Sidebar.

Life is not as miserable as it seems to be. J is the best thing that has ever happened to me. That might make you roll your eyes, and fine if you do. Our relationship is not perfect but it is the best out of anyone I know. We love each other, finish each others thoughts, dye of hysterical laughter almost every night. That is perfection to me and I am so glad I have it.

This has turned into a rant that I didn't intend for it to be. I should come back to this when I'm a little more level headed, less emotional, and WAY less tired. Homework is eating my lunch right now, mainly because I have very little energy to complete it. Even in the tiniest chunks it drains me.

If I'm being honest, I'm okay with that.

Goodnight, journal.