January 27, 2001

I was watching HGTV's (Home and Gardening TV) Design Time Saturday Night and I've discovered I'm an extremist. On the show I was watching, Decorating Cents, the hostess was showing how to decorate a room with "country charm". I almost groaned, stirring around my bowl of spaghetti with irritation. I like extreme decorating-- decorate a room stark gothic-style, whimisically futuristic, romantically medievel. "Country charm" is for pussies afraid to go wild with their interior. Yawn. I'm a decorating snob.

But then, as I thought about it, I realized I am extreme with other things too. I'm an extreme exerciser. People like my mom, her calorie-counting-Weight Watchers buddies and those women on Richard Simmons informercials settle for losing enough weight to fit into those size 10s. Oh, come on now. If you're gonna lose weight and change your body, do it all the way, don't settle for "not fat anymore". Aim for the six pack abs and firm thighs-- just don't settle. That stuff ticks me off.

I think my extremist outlook makes me dislike people who are "kinda religious" but not really. Pussies, everyone. You're Catholic or you're not-- there is no in-between, no laid back Catholic, no half-assed Christian. I mean, if you're gonna believe in a false god, believe in Him all the way.

So. Anyway. I am delightfully groggy right now, still waking up from a nap. I've been experimenting with taking naps this week to feed my drop in energy during the day, and it's been working. I take a nap before I get so sleepy and cranky that I get a headache, and I feel better the rest of the day after I wake up. Although, it's a challenge taking a nap in a one bedroom apartment. Luckily, my sister has been pretty good about it, making herself scarce when she sees me curled up on her bed. Damn, I need my own apartment. Fuck that-- my own bedroom.