Bring in the dancing…Psychiatrists

I think it’s safe to say Amanda Bynes is clinically insane. Even Charlie Sheen and Lindsay Lohan are shaking their heads in disapproval at her ratchet and erratic behavior. Her latest episode happened just a couple days ago when she was arrested for throwing a bong out the window of her NYC apartment up on the 36th floor. Way to think on your toes, Mandy…moron. What’s even more moronic is that she told officers that the bong was actually a glass vase…I mean come on now. And, as if pedestrians don’t have enough to worry about when walking down the street, now we have to prepare for the unlikely event of a bong falling on our heads. So damn wreckless. Her other run-ins with the law include a DUI and a hit-and-run. But undeniably the most solid evidence of her craziness is her twitter account, which blew up after she asked Drake to murder her vagina….I guess that’s one way to get noticed. See for yourself: https://twitter.com/AmandaBynes

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I decided to make a very scientific line graph charting Byne’s career in terms of her increasing level of craziness. Despite her going crazy, I have to give her credit for the great work she did on Nickelodeon – the girl ran that station for like 10 years. But now there’s a new Amanda Show, and as entertaining as it may be, I genuinely hope she finds a way out of this mess…she could start by deleting her twitter.

I don't know what's sadder, Amanda Byne's life right now, or the fact that I spent time making this graph...

I don’t know what’s sadder, Amanda Bynes’ life right now, or the fact that I spent time making this graph…

Looking like a hobo at the gym 101: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iF_kgPfOoL8

The good old days on Nick

The good old days on Nick

So who’s next to go completely insane? My money’s on Lily from Modern Family.

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That one time I learned how to knit…

In my 22 years I have had countless hobbies, interests, and obsessions; however, now I simply refer to them as “phases.” In some cases, I look back on and say “Gee, Christina, that was a great time in your life” whereas with others (i.e. knitting) I’m just like, “Why would you do that?” But even my most embarrassing phases hold a very special place in my heart. I wouldn’t even take back those five hours I spent stitching two lengths of grosgrain ribbon together to make a “belt.” Those five hours spent slaving over what was essentially two pieces of ribbon taught me a lot about persistence and dedication.

I used to be really into crafting…like big time. It got to the point where I was spending more time in the scrapbooking section of Michaels than with my own friends. On one occasion I think I spent somewhere around $30 on stickers alone. Mind you, these were the rolls royce of the sticker selection at Michaels, but if I could go back in time I would knock some sense into my 13-year-old self. Here’s what I’d do: I’d march up to young me, tell her to put down the overpriced stickers and I’d also urge her to reconsider the sketchers/bermuda shorts look. Unfortunately, we haven’t developed the technology to go back in time yet, so my scrapbooking phases continued, along with my sketcher/bermuda short look.

My sophomore year of high school I grew so bored with my life that I actually took up knitting. Not sure what type of psychedelic drugs I was on (I wish I could use that as an excuse), but one day I went to our local knitting store and picked up a pair of wooden needles and some yarn. The kind ladies at the store taught me how to use these spools and by the end of the day I had completed a square no bigger than a coaster. I was really into knitting for about a week and a half, when I realized that at the rate I was going I’d finish one scarf by 2012. I decided to retire from the knitting game to focus on other more important aspects of my life such as getting a boyfriend and working on my golf game (I’ll save that for another day) but I hope to pick it back up when I turn 70.

Shout out to my mom for giving me this book for Christmas the year of my knitting phase

Shout out to my mom for giving me this book for Christmas the year of my knitting phase

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