The Oscars

My favorite awards show of the year and as usual, watched from start to finish without getting up from the couch unless it was a commercial. And even then, it was only to use the bathroom. First of all, even though it was one of the longest ever, despite what I’ve read from other critics, I was actually entertained 90% of the time. I kind of zoned out on some of the technical awards, and when the president of the academy spoke, and even during the pretentious speech of the fluent-English speaking Italian guy who won the honorary achievement award. I’d google him to share his name, but a.) don’t feel like it and b.) thought he acted like an a-hole so don’t care enough. It’s his Oscar and he can choose to accept it however he wants, but I don’t know…I wasn’t feeling it.

Anyways, I couldn’t help but also feel the normal amount of depression I feel when the Oscars are done, not only because the show that I love so much is over, but also because I’ve just watched 30-40 people who followed their dream get awarded for that ambition at the highest level, while I sit at home on the couch, mulling my own laziness and lack of inspiration to do whatever it is I feel I should be doing, sometimes eating snacks at the same time. This especially hurt watching Jennifer Hudson accept an Oscar at the age of 25…while I, at 26, have nothing to show for my life’s dream except 10 pages of a book that I haven’t looked at since October. One would have thought that would be the inspiration enough to wake up early this morning and get cracking, but instead I snoozed for an hour. But tomorrow is a new day, if I can get into bed before or at 11 p.m. Anything after that, and I’ll probably have to snooze my writing time away. Which p.s., I determined should be during the early morning hours before the tediousness of my day has beat me into submission so that when I get home, the only thing I feel like doing, after I work out, if I work out, is watching mindless television…ironically, oftentimes, featuring other people following their dreams. That would be you American Idol. Sigh.