My OperaThe Little Mermaid VS. Donald Trump, and Latent Expectations
Thursday, October 5, 2006 8:06:08 PM
Why do Donald Trump and The Little Mermaid do the same thing with their bangs? It's just left over from the late 80's right? Or kind of an exaggeration of something that almost happened back then, right? Donald's just keep creeping further down his forehead. In the most recent image I've seen they had assumed the form of a croissant roll perched between his eyebrows. Ariel never did that, at least.
My magical gym god transformation is more lengthy, expensive and involved than I had anticipated. This has nothing to do with unrealistic expectations. It only has to do with the fact that one doesn't have to notice that one is doing anything at all when one is depressed, sedintary and overeating, but as soon as one starts trying to lose weight one notices every damn moment. After a month I'm down about 15 pounds and my body is in a very strange in-between phase. Thicker but lighter -- not attractive at all yet.
So I've got three more months to get down to 150 pounds, and I can do it if I continue to lose 15 pounds per month. There is intense pressure within me to avoid arriving in Seattle as the fat Alabamian. If at all possible, I'd like to arrive as the skinny, muscular, accent-free, oh-my-god-you're-Alabamian?! I'm not talking about playing a role. I'm just talking about wanting to make up for years of sitting on my ass and letting these morons to my left and right erode my expectations of life. Time to put up a fight is all.
My magical gym god transformation is more lengthy, expensive and involved than I had anticipated. This has nothing to do with unrealistic expectations. It only has to do with the fact that one doesn't have to notice that one is doing anything at all when one is depressed, sedintary and overeating, but as soon as one starts trying to lose weight one notices every damn moment. After a month I'm down about 15 pounds and my body is in a very strange in-between phase. Thicker but lighter -- not attractive at all yet.
So I've got three more months to get down to 150 pounds, and I can do it if I continue to lose 15 pounds per month. There is intense pressure within me to avoid arriving in Seattle as the fat Alabamian. If at all possible, I'd like to arrive as the skinny, muscular, accent-free, oh-my-god-you're-Alabamian?! I'm not talking about playing a role. I'm just talking about wanting to make up for years of sitting on my ass and letting these morons to my left and right erode my expectations of life. Time to put up a fight is all.
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