Alone, Watching Penguins, Contemplating Online Dating

I was going to take a picture of the pajamas I'm wearing since it just dawned on me that they are hilarious. But I decided that it would be the most embarassing thing ever. I'm clearly not easily ashamed either, this blog has contained pictures of me with cone hair in the shower, pictures of me with tiny aliens crawling out my eyeball, pictures of me at three in the morning strung out on Mt. Dew and talking into a shoe, but this ensemble...this is where I draw the line.
Tonight I took myself on a little date. Me and I got take out from Bamee, mmm, Bamee, then rented movies and came home. We watched, "The Wedding Crashers" which was ok but not rip roaring hilarious, then I realized I'm not a great date so I decided to do something I never do.
My friend told me recently that he sometimes dates through www.craigslist.com , now...I'm still not sure how I feel about looking for a mate online in the first place, much less off the same sight where you can buy used car parts and rent cheap apartments...but I thought maybe looking couldn't hurt.
I realized that my acceptable age range has changed dramatically, and also...that I don't want to date anyone from Craigs List.
I got scared. Plus, the only guy I found who was somewhat attractive said in his profile, "You have to be toned and hot, I'm sorry...personality goes a long way...but it's not everything." I was ready to judge and hate him until I remembered that the only reason I was looking at him was because he was attractive. I certainly closed the browser quickly on the other guy who sounded interesting but then when I got to his pictures I yelped in fear. Tonight will be about contemplating my hpocrisy.
Dating is so contrived and makes me giggle because...I don't know, forced romance is so silly sometimes. If I had an online profile I would be dead honest, because I mean...you're going to get to that point anyway right? So why not lay it all out there and spare everyone the shock of finding out all this stuff later? This would be my online profile....

Brooke: 26. Looking for man of any shape or color 24-36 however must be at lesat a little taller than me and not a ton skinnier. Well, can be a ton skinnier if is WAY taller. Must be able to make me laugh out loud, my hard embarassing laugh not just my polite giggle. I am an average height chubby brunette with blue bug eyes and pretty hands. I'm unemployed and love a good pepperoni pizza. I dye my hair auburn because it hides the gray strands that are coming in. I like PBS. I still listen to some music that I listened to when I was 9. I don't kiss and tell. Well, that's a lie, but I'm a lady and never get into details. Well, only with my very best friend from High School, Lisa. I like candy corn and yellow roses. My feet stink. I'm lazy. I don't often sleep at night, but sleep all morning. I have a bigger family then yours and they all know everything about me...all the time. You will make me feel like I'm in jail if you smother me or compliment me all the time and then I will freak out and run away. Because I'm a person who's been living a life...I have only minimal baggage (it's all carry on though, nothing checked or lost). Terrible morning breath, awesome bracelets, drink too much and need to quit smoking. Asthma attacks infrequnt and manageable. No dancing, some karaoke, interestng conversationalist, and by interesting I mean that I never have any idea what I'm about to say. Call me up, let's hang out!

Hot. I think that'll work.

After scary Craigs List I called my Brannen and made him come over to watch "Mr & Mrs. Smith" with me. It was not as bad as everyone said it was. I mean, it wasn't good...it was fine. I'm sorry...I just don't hate Angelina the way you all do. I don't even get it really. Helena Bonham Carter and Claire Danes are Hollywood Homewreckers too and no one hates them. Plus, Anjelina adopts foreign babies who need homes...that's good. Yes yes, I agree she was icky during the whole time where she was like, making out with her brother all the time and married to Billy-Bob...but whatever. At least she's interesting. Jennifer Aniston is sweet and all, but in a totally vanilla-ice-cream-in-a-dish sort of way. Anjelina over Aniston all the way. And thus begins FeelingKindaBlogToday's first blog rivalry against You'reBeingRidiculous. Game on, my friend, game on.

In the meantime, I have to get back to watching March of the Penguins with my cat in my lame pajamas now.

Ok, ok...you don't get to totally see them, but here are all the patterns I'm looking at right now simultanously...it's no wonder I wake up sometimes with my eyes swollen shut.