[I like to think of myself as a pretty easy going gal, and try not to sweat the small stuff. But sometimes (ok, maybe slightly more often) the general cluelessness, carelessness and overall stupididty of some things and or/people really gets to me. I find that venting is the most efficient way to rid myself of the stress that idiots, wrong meal orders, lack of cell phone ettiquette and cheese flavored products (that don’t even contain any freaking cheese!) induce. So, in an attempt to avoid an ulcer or an unfortuante road rage incident, I vent to you, dear reader. Please feel free to join in and comment about anything–really, anything–that pissed. you. off. this week. Let it all hang out. I feel you.]

Creepy Adult Excitement Over High School Musical 3.

All the reviews are positive. Everyone’s raving over it. And grown ass women are holding in depth discussions about Zac Efron’s facial hair (or lack thereof). I understand that the kids who fell in love with HSM 3 years ago have gotten older and that the movie is “growing up” to cater to them, but that’s the point: Disney made it for seniors in high school—not the hosts of the Daily 10, not for my mom (who has already purchased tickets in advance) and not for me (although I do love me some Corbin Bleu).

The bottom line is that this movie is about high school, so high schooler’s should be the ones counting the days until its release. When Disney can find a way to wholesomely portray coed life while incorporating schnazzy dance numbers with synchronized keg stands, I’ll be the first one at the box office. Read More »

Ever since I jumped out of a plane, I’ve been an adrenaline junkie. To be honest, I was an adrenaline junkie long before that, but now I feel the need to experience the feeling again.

Should my wallet magically dispense to me $1800, I could go skydiving 9 times and then go through training that would allow me to go for just $20-$50 each time. But, until that fairy tale money arrives, I’ll have to spend each chunk of $200 and change with a bit more thought. So you know what I’m thinking?

HANG GLIDING. There is just something about soaring through the sky — like an EAGLE — that appeals to me. Am I nuts? YES…according to my friends. Apparently the fatality rate of hang gliders is high (yawn) and the injury rate is even higher…blah blah. I’m either fearless or an idiot. Or a fearless idiot. But, hey, whatever. If you’re a fearless idiot too, here are some things you should know about hang gliding.

A hang glider is a huge wing-like apparatus. (Sweet!)

In order to ‘fly’, you’ve gotta run down a slope until the wind lifts the glider. (Fun!) Read More »