Lately I've been reading my horoscope as a joke...they have been way off and it's funny to see what they say my day will be like.
Although today according to the horoscope people, it seems I'm awesome. As much as I'd like to giggle at it's absurdness I think I may sit back and let this one be dead on.

"Nobody can match your energy, wit and charm today. All of your best qualities -- especially that irresistible niceness of yours! -- are magnified. That, as you can imagine, is pretty darn attractive."

I think the person doing my horoscope has a crush on me.

I auditioned to be the voice of Sean John (a.k. P. Diddy) male perfume. Which is funny cause I wouldn't think my voice would be the voice of his royal highness' latest money making endeavor.
To make matters worse when my agent handed me the copy to read she said that P. Diddy attached his own direction to the copy, which of course was
"Yo, you need to be sexy".
So she tells me this and then we get into the booth.
I was midly obsessed with Making the Band 3 for a second of my life and I know what Sean John thinks is sexy...I don't think I'm it.
So I stood in there and tried to sound like a sexpot to the best of my vocal abilities.
I would put money on the fact that I'm not booking that job.
But while reading the spot I thought about how I used to love to make fun of those girls and their issues with being sexy for the diddy...but now I got it...I could understand their pain. It's hard to try and be sexy for the diddy.

Or as I like to call it "diddy-sexy".

Two posts in one day...this is a rare and yet needed addition to today's blog.
When the door trick (see post below) doesn't work...you should just get photoshop and a best friend. Cause the results really helped me to crack up and smile..
So now for your viewing enjoyment...
I present you with pictures from my amazing imaginary vacation with Jake Gyllenhaal (this was why he wasn't at the golden globes).

When I was a child and was throwing a fit, or in a yucky mood...my mom would always say "Okay Amanda, when we leave this place (store, restaraunt, etc.) you are going to leave that attitude with it.
So I would push out every ounce of the bad attitude that I could right up until I reached the last possible inch between the door and the outside. I'd stomp and huff and puff and cry. Then I'd cross over the trheshold and I'd act like everything was amazing and that I physically had left the bad mood/attitude in the last place i just was. I would come out smiling and laughing, over exaggerating how wonderful the day was.
As an adult I keep trying to take this yucky mood I'm in today and leave it in various places..but I think this may be one of the things that you lose the ability to do as you grow up.
Cause I'm trying hard...but I'm still not smiling.

I listen to the radio while I shower every morning. This morning the Dj's were asking some lady, who was a guest, what her "type" was.
She said she didn't have one.
This got me to thining two things...
Does she say that just because she's been broken by what she thought was her type now lending herself to accepting whatever accepts her?

AND..more importantly...what's my type?
I was thinking about this while washing my hair...where did my type come from and has it changed?
As a kid I used to LOVE the dukes of hazzard, and I thought Luke and Bo were hot hot hot. Although I was always at heart a Luke girl. I liked his dark hair, light eyes and protruding adam's apple.
I kept that steyotype for a while..till high school where I dated the blonde captain of the football team..more of a Bo type. A bigger...footbally Bo.
I then moved on beyond the looks categories for my "type", and started to create fancy subtopics like "he has to like harry chapin" or "he has to be silly, smart, and like the beach".
Looking back I think my favorite subtopic was something like "he has to get it" what IT was I still don't know, but when you are 18, these are the thoughts of a teenage hopeless romantic.
Now, I've taken all restrictions off, and find that the butterfly factor is what does it for me..which is never very good. Cause when I get butterflies I stammer and turn into a babbling fool.
But if I get butterflies, and I can't get over them..then you are my type.
I think that's better than labeling what length of hair, size of waist, and the ability to get "it".
That's when I realized I really was like that lady, and have gotten rid of my type.

I turned off the shower and rushed to get to work on time.

When I was a little girl I used to have a pair of red cowboy boots. They were my favorite.
Over the holidays I saw a pair..I guess Jessica Simpson has released a new footwear line, and as much as it pains me to admit..she has made a perfect pair of red cowboy boots.
At work today I dicussed my desire to get a pair of these boots. My boss then told me it wa a bad idea cause I would look like I was dressed up for halloween, and then commented that nothing would match the amazing red boots I spoke so highly of.
This then kicked the conversation into the "red hat" discussion. For those of you who don't know what "the red hat" club is, it's a club for women who are 50 and over, and when they join the club they wear their red hats with pride.
So I decided I may start a red cowboy boot club. It won't have any significnt meaning except that I like them.
And so what if I don't have anything to wear with them...when I was a kid I was naked most of the time I was wearing them...
That's what made them fun then, and I'm sure it's what would make them fun now.
Maybe I'll make them my cleaning boots.

So this is the quote of the day on my personal google homepage:
"Art is science made clear."
- Jean Cocteau

It's a good quote, but it confuses me a bit.

I would think that science is art made clear.

If you can help shed some light on this, it would be very appricated.

When I take vitamins or pills I always say
"mashed potatoes"
to myself while I swallow them.

This may be totally tacky...but I don't care!
I'm famous today, I know what you are thinking, "Why Amanda Why?"
Well, I just finished recording two national spots for "Silk Soy Milk"...so keep your eyes and more importantly your ears tuned in to the tv! They are supposed to start around the 15th or so...
I totally just became a BIG Silk Soy Milk fan...you should too.
I love being famous...
maybe I'll get a maid.

I get very carried away when I clean, I realized today that I follow a very distinct cleaning pattern when I try and tackle my home...
I play music really loud...I have special cleaning songs that for some reason make me clean better of which include songs like "king of wishful thinking" (from pretty woman) and "dangerous" (by roxette)or "Fair" (Remy Zero). So I'm sure you can get the type of music I listen to when cleaning my baseboards...
Thing is when I do my best cleaning I totally turn nutty and can't stop. Nothing can get in my way, I keep cleaning and cleaning and I find more and more interesting things that needed cleaning and I totally never realized needed cleaning before. I become a cleaning machine, and I think about everything going on in my life, my imagination runs rampant and as I clean I find myself singing and dancing and having a party alone with a bottle of windex. A party celebrating how proud I am that I have a home to clean, and nothing can stop me from making it so wonderfully clean.
Until I sit to let the floor dry.
That's usually when I stop, when I have cleaned so much that I can't move and I'm stuck sitting on my couch waiting for my floor to dry.
When I do stop, it's over, there's no going back...it's never going to be as clean as I was hoping...I stopped, and I am finished.
Today though, I decided to wait to mop till later.
I'm not ready to be finished, there's too many interesting things to find that need cleaning.