This title is from one of my favorite lines from Annie Hall, when Alvy asks this couple on the street how it is they seem like such a happy couple. And the girl replies, “Uh, I’m very shallow and empty and I have no ideas and nothing interesting to say.” And her handsome beauhunk echoes her, “And I’m exactly the same way.”
Apparently, that strategy is working out for me, too.
I had a few ideas about what I might write about today, all of which I rejected as ridiculous or worse — BORING. The rejects:
- Why I love that headbands are back in. Thank you, Savior of Bad Hair Days. Or, more apt, Enabler of Not Showering.
- How law school has turned me into some kind of Inquisitioner. I may actually explain my theory about this later.
- What I did this weekend. Namely, almost nothing. I was vaguely sick and precisely grumpy.
- Why I think it’s messed up that there is a new TV show called “Miracle Workers.” Should EVERYONE be entitled to that level of care, not just those featured on TV?
- My nuanced, ever-evolving feelings about “The Bachelor.” A decidedly un-nuanced, dead-end show.
Anyway. Paris is THREE WEEKS AWAY. And I have not begun to outline for finals, and I have four in a row, three closed book. And I have not yet re-mastered French. And my mother has called me every three days for the last two weeks to find out if I’ve mailed her a copy of my keys yet (I haven’t; I am horrible). Because, my mother? The kind of woman that drives 8 hours down to stay in my cramped little apartment for four days to take care of her (as she calls them) “grand-kitties.” I can just picture them (Mom, Fred, Ethel) all snockered out on my couch at four in the afternoon every day while I’m gone.
All I can hope is that Fred contains his 4 a.m. toe-biting and stomach-pouncing while I’m gone.
See? I told you. No ideas, nothing interesting to say.
C’est la vie.
February 28, 2006 at 6:10 am
Your mother is a saint. I hope you are planning to get her a fabulous gift while you are in Paris.
February 28, 2006 at 10:47 am
I love your mom. I am in envy!
Also: OH MY GAWD three weeks away and all I can say in french in “Bon-Jure ya’ll.” ARGH
February 28, 2006 at 3:50 pm
I wish more people realised that they were shallow and had nothing to say. Not that I’m saying that you’re one of those people. I just know people, like, say, for instance, idiots in my classes who talk just to hear the sound of their own voices. Them, I hate.
March 1, 2006 at 3:37 pm
I am v.interested in option 2.
Explanation requested. 🙂