...really tired.
...sick of drama.
...tired of dealing with everyone else's shit.
...feeling really confined.
...not looking forward to this week.
...really not very happy right now.
...sick of people being vague and not saying whatever the hell it is they need to say.
...tired of people getting pissed at me when I try to reach out.
...frustrated because people won't help themselves.
...really confused as to why people create all this drama for themselves.
...really upset because I'm afraid I'm starting to become one of those people.
...so close to giving up right now, it's not even funny.
Goodnight.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Is it Spring Yet?
I'm normally not a huge fan of spring. I always used to think spring was just kind of a poser. Summer wannabe. It honestly didn't do much for me.
And then last spring...something just clicked. Suddenly, I was totally in love with spring. I think it started with spring break. I remember the day that school let out, we were in Bee's backyard for the first time in so long, laughing and talking and taking a bunch of pictures. The weather was perfectly lovely, warm but overcast. It was almost like that day started a new beginning. From March to May last year, as stressful as life could be, it was, for some reason, okay.
There was a lot going on then. AP tests, and the general load of sophomore year schoolwork, a lot of my friends started becoming halves of couples...there was a lot of stress. But when I think back on it now, I think I would give anything to go back and relive it. I've been looking at pictures of last spring for a few days now, and we really had a lot of fun. There was May Fiesta, Crying Thunder, the Indians Game, our APAH 70s scrapbook, single ladies night, my friends' Disney band trip. There was a lot going on. I was definitely not numb to all the stress, but for some reason, we were all able to deal with it and have an awesome time.
I really think it was spring. I think at this point, in the dead of winter, if everything piled up like that, we wouldn't be able to cope. Winter is just a downer. I don't mind snow, usually, although right now I'm totally over it. I just want the birds to chirp and the sun to shine and the rain to fall and the flowers to bloom. I want to smell that fresh spring smell and just be free. I'm genuinely looking forward to it.
So...is it spring yet?
And then last spring...something just clicked. Suddenly, I was totally in love with spring. I think it started with spring break. I remember the day that school let out, we were in Bee's backyard for the first time in so long, laughing and talking and taking a bunch of pictures. The weather was perfectly lovely, warm but overcast. It was almost like that day started a new beginning. From March to May last year, as stressful as life could be, it was, for some reason, okay.
There was a lot going on then. AP tests, and the general load of sophomore year schoolwork, a lot of my friends started becoming halves of couples...there was a lot of stress. But when I think back on it now, I think I would give anything to go back and relive it. I've been looking at pictures of last spring for a few days now, and we really had a lot of fun. There was May Fiesta, Crying Thunder, the Indians Game, our APAH 70s scrapbook, single ladies night, my friends' Disney band trip. There was a lot going on. I was definitely not numb to all the stress, but for some reason, we were all able to deal with it and have an awesome time.
I really think it was spring. I think at this point, in the dead of winter, if everything piled up like that, we wouldn't be able to cope. Winter is just a downer. I don't mind snow, usually, although right now I'm totally over it. I just want the birds to chirp and the sun to shine and the rain to fall and the flowers to bloom. I want to smell that fresh spring smell and just be free. I'm genuinely looking forward to it.
So...is it spring yet?
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Defending my Music
Hi. We’re going to talk music today.
A few weeks ago I made a CD for a friend, and I wrote up a little explanation as to why I put certain songs on the CD. Since then, I’ve been thinking about why I like certain songs and artists.
So I thought it might be kind of fun to defend the stuff I love.
So basically, what I’m going to do here is go through my artists on my iPod and write up a little blurb-y thing about why I love them. And it’s way more fun that studying for a Chemistry test.
Really. It’s astounding what I’ll do to avoid chemistry.
Britney Spears – Her new stuff. I should probably consider putting some of her old stuff on here too, because it was a huge part of my childhood. I bought her CD Circus last year when I told myself I was going to start working out regularly. Ha. Haha. Am funny. Also, it’s not a bad CD. I’m not in love with it, but it’s kind of fun to listen to sometimes.
Erin McCarley – I don’t actually remember how I discovered her. But she’s cool. Her CD Love, Save the Empty, has really good songs on it. They’re super catchy and oddly relaxing. “Pony” is adorable.
Glee Cast – I’m going to be honest here. I love “Glee.” I love it. I feel judged when I talk about it with my close, close friends because they don’t like it, but I do have other close friends who adore it as much as I do. I’m just a huge Broadway nerd, and the performances are just so much fun, and I really just like the newish arrangements of the songs they do. I love it. So don’t judge.
Idina Menzel – Just another testament to how much of a Broadway nerd I am. Idina Menzel. Is. Amazing. I love her. I kind of want to grow up to be her. I wish I could turn back time to be able to see her in “Wicked.” I always regretted that I didn’t know about the show when she was in it. Her song “I Stand” is kind of like my theme song. I saw her in concert. It was fantastic. She was hilarious and incredible and…yeah. I love her.
Ingrid Michaelson – She writes songs about my life, basically. More accurately, she writes songs about everybody’s life. She’s just so normal, it’s refreshing. She’s adorable, and she writes songs with adorable lyrics. They’re just all so catchy. They stick in my head all the time and make really good Facebook statuses and Picnik edit quotes. Even her darker, deeper songs are quite catchy. Like “Be OK,” which actually has a rather depressing message, but it’s so upbeat and catchy that you can listen to it over and over again and be a little bit sad, but it’s not going to bring you down. Also they just used it on a Hallmark commercial and I’m really excited about it.
Kate Nash – I feel like she’s pretty cool, even though I only have one song of hers. She’s British, which scores her cool points, and the one song I have, “The Nicest Thing” is probably true of everyone at some point in their life. She comes up on Pandora a lot, and I like her cheeky British attitude.
Kristin Chenoweth – She’s so cute. I want to shrink her down to about 1/16 of her size and just carry her around with me all day on my shoulder. “Taylor, the Latte Boy” is honestly one of the most genius things ever. She’s just so adorable with her adorable voice, and adorable operaticness, and all-around adorableness that you can’t love her.
Lady Gaga – IS “A GODDESS”. She’s weird, I’ll give my mom that much, but most geniuses are weird. “Speechless” is amazing and I honestly cannot believe that a song like “No Floods” came out of her (especially after “Christmas Tree”…like what?). She’s so…current. And her cover of Coldplay’s “Viva La Vida” is hilarious and wonderful.
Lenka – She’s basically a little shot of sunshine. Her music is just so calming and cute. I got “The Show” free on iTunes a long time ago, and then I just bought the whole CD because it’s just so cute. Once at newspaper late night, some of my friends were listening to my iPod and asked me if I could burn them her CD because it was so relaxing. Her music is just so bubblegum-y and happy that you can’t help but dance along to it.
Lou Bega – Edna always confuses Lady Gaga and Lou Bega. I find this strange. Stranger, though, is the fact that I still have Lou Bega on my iPod. Curious.
Miley Cyrus – I just saw this on my iPod and wanted to die. Then I remembered the hilariousness that is “Party in the USA” is a Miley Cyrus song. Shameful.
Panic at the Disco – Unlike my BFFLT, I prefer their new stuff to their old stuff. It’s not as intense. The newer Panic is almost Beatles-esque, and a little more endearing. It’s not so harsh. It’s a little more easily lovable. Don’t get me wrong, I liked them when they were Panic!, too, but I think I love Panic more.
Sara Bareilles – I WANT HER TO BE MY BIG SISTER. She is SO awesome. She seems really funny, and her voice is amazing, and her piano skills rock. She’s genuinely talented, and her lyrics are incredible. I once went on a hunt for her old CD “Careful Confessions” after hearing the song “Undertow” on Pandora (PS, check it out – it is excellent) and I wound up blowing an entire evening looking for the CD, WHICH I eventually found, ordered, and now adore every song on it. She has some old, indie versions of some of the stuff on “Little Voice,” but what’s really fascinating is the stuff that, I don’t know, wasn’t good enough for “Little Voice.” “Red” and “Inside Out” are completely amazing, mostly because I can relate my life directly to both of them. Yeah. She’s amazing.
U2 – Hey, why not?
Vanessa Carlton – I’ve loved her since her “A Thousand Miles” days, and her newest CD, “Heroes and Thieves” (which isn’t new at all anymore) is really cool. She’s just very odd and maybe she has a touch of darkness, but I appreciate that. Also, I have a special connection to “White Houses,” since that’s what started ‘epiphany’ and all.
This is just a small sampling of what I’ve got. I’m aware of the fact I’m a huge nerd. But try not to judge me too much.
A few weeks ago I made a CD for a friend, and I wrote up a little explanation as to why I put certain songs on the CD. Since then, I’ve been thinking about why I like certain songs and artists.
So I thought it might be kind of fun to defend the stuff I love.
So basically, what I’m going to do here is go through my artists on my iPod and write up a little blurb-y thing about why I love them. And it’s way more fun that studying for a Chemistry test.
Really. It’s astounding what I’ll do to avoid chemistry.
Britney Spears – Her new stuff. I should probably consider putting some of her old stuff on here too, because it was a huge part of my childhood. I bought her CD Circus last year when I told myself I was going to start working out regularly. Ha. Haha. Am funny. Also, it’s not a bad CD. I’m not in love with it, but it’s kind of fun to listen to sometimes.
Erin McCarley – I don’t actually remember how I discovered her. But she’s cool. Her CD Love, Save the Empty, has really good songs on it. They’re super catchy and oddly relaxing. “Pony” is adorable.
Glee Cast – I’m going to be honest here. I love “Glee.” I love it. I feel judged when I talk about it with my close, close friends because they don’t like it, but I do have other close friends who adore it as much as I do. I’m just a huge Broadway nerd, and the performances are just so much fun, and I really just like the newish arrangements of the songs they do. I love it. So don’t judge.
Idina Menzel – Just another testament to how much of a Broadway nerd I am. Idina Menzel. Is. Amazing. I love her. I kind of want to grow up to be her. I wish I could turn back time to be able to see her in “Wicked.” I always regretted that I didn’t know about the show when she was in it. Her song “I Stand” is kind of like my theme song. I saw her in concert. It was fantastic. She was hilarious and incredible and…yeah. I love her.
Ingrid Michaelson – She writes songs about my life, basically. More accurately, she writes songs about everybody’s life. She’s just so normal, it’s refreshing. She’s adorable, and she writes songs with adorable lyrics. They’re just all so catchy. They stick in my head all the time and make really good Facebook statuses and Picnik edit quotes. Even her darker, deeper songs are quite catchy. Like “Be OK,” which actually has a rather depressing message, but it’s so upbeat and catchy that you can listen to it over and over again and be a little bit sad, but it’s not going to bring you down. Also they just used it on a Hallmark commercial and I’m really excited about it.
Kate Nash – I feel like she’s pretty cool, even though I only have one song of hers. She’s British, which scores her cool points, and the one song I have, “The Nicest Thing” is probably true of everyone at some point in their life. She comes up on Pandora a lot, and I like her cheeky British attitude.
Kristin Chenoweth – She’s so cute. I want to shrink her down to about 1/16 of her size and just carry her around with me all day on my shoulder. “Taylor, the Latte Boy” is honestly one of the most genius things ever. She’s just so adorable with her adorable voice, and adorable operaticness, and all-around adorableness that you can’t love her.
Lady Gaga – IS “A GODDESS”. She’s weird, I’ll give my mom that much, but most geniuses are weird. “Speechless” is amazing and I honestly cannot believe that a song like “No Floods” came out of her (especially after “Christmas Tree”…like what?). She’s so…current. And her cover of Coldplay’s “Viva La Vida” is hilarious and wonderful.
Lenka – She’s basically a little shot of sunshine. Her music is just so calming and cute. I got “The Show” free on iTunes a long time ago, and then I just bought the whole CD because it’s just so cute. Once at newspaper late night, some of my friends were listening to my iPod and asked me if I could burn them her CD because it was so relaxing. Her music is just so bubblegum-y and happy that you can’t help but dance along to it.
Lou Bega – Edna always confuses Lady Gaga and Lou Bega. I find this strange. Stranger, though, is the fact that I still have Lou Bega on my iPod. Curious.
Miley Cyrus – I just saw this on my iPod and wanted to die. Then I remembered the hilariousness that is “Party in the USA” is a Miley Cyrus song. Shameful.
Panic at the Disco – Unlike my BFFLT, I prefer their new stuff to their old stuff. It’s not as intense. The newer Panic is almost Beatles-esque, and a little more endearing. It’s not so harsh. It’s a little more easily lovable. Don’t get me wrong, I liked them when they were Panic!, too, but I think I love Panic more.
Sara Bareilles – I WANT HER TO BE MY BIG SISTER. She is SO awesome. She seems really funny, and her voice is amazing, and her piano skills rock. She’s genuinely talented, and her lyrics are incredible. I once went on a hunt for her old CD “Careful Confessions” after hearing the song “Undertow” on Pandora (PS, check it out – it is excellent) and I wound up blowing an entire evening looking for the CD, WHICH I eventually found, ordered, and now adore every song on it. She has some old, indie versions of some of the stuff on “Little Voice,” but what’s really fascinating is the stuff that, I don’t know, wasn’t good enough for “Little Voice.” “Red” and “Inside Out” are completely amazing, mostly because I can relate my life directly to both of them. Yeah. She’s amazing.
U2 – Hey, why not?
Vanessa Carlton – I’ve loved her since her “A Thousand Miles” days, and her newest CD, “Heroes and Thieves” (which isn’t new at all anymore) is really cool. She’s just very odd and maybe she has a touch of darkness, but I appreciate that. Also, I have a special connection to “White Houses,” since that’s what started ‘epiphany’ and all.
This is just a small sampling of what I’ve got. I’m aware of the fact I’m a huge nerd. But try not to judge me too much.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Oh Dear, Did I Take the Wrong Cold Medicine?
It's quite possible that I did. It's not uncommon for people I know to take the wrong cold medicine (is it weird that I know more than one person who has done this?) so it's entirely posisble that I did too. I should be really tired, especially because I've been existing largely on Day/NyQuil for the past few days, and NyQuil should be knocking me out.
It's not.
I'm so wide awake right now it's lost its funny. I don't know if it's because I went to bed at a normal time last night, and then slept for 12 hours (snow days are beautiful things). Probably the fact that I did absolutely nothing all day except eat nothing of substance and watch eight episodes of 'Gilmore Girls' with my mom (yes - eight) isn't helping much either. But I'm wide awake and I wish I could sleep because I'll be dead tired tomorrow, AND it's late night and it's probably going to be really dramatic and stressful and I'm not exactly looking forward to it.
Hm. Do I complain more than the average person? I was considering that I was shoveling snow today. I feel like I complain a lot. It's probably yet another one of my really unattractive qualities that I shouldn't be proud of.
(I like how all questions I ask on my blog automatically become rhetorical because there's no one out there to answer them).
Oh well. I don't really have anything important to say right now, and I'm feeling really unoriginaly and really unfunny, so I suppose I'll just bring this to a close and try to sleep again.
So I leave you with this, part of an old IM conversation, which shows what happens when my friends take the wrong cold medicine. Or in this case, too much children's Triaminic.
Manda: sleeping on cheeseeeeeee
Wuh: hahaha not a good idea
Manda: i jst dnot wannag et it i n my hair
Me: i like how she's pretty much high on kids cold meds and all she's worried about is getting cheese in her hair
Manda: shes tsill her
Good times. Goodnight.
It's not.
I'm so wide awake right now it's lost its funny. I don't know if it's because I went to bed at a normal time last night, and then slept for 12 hours (snow days are beautiful things). Probably the fact that I did absolutely nothing all day except eat nothing of substance and watch eight episodes of 'Gilmore Girls' with my mom (yes - eight) isn't helping much either. But I'm wide awake and I wish I could sleep because I'll be dead tired tomorrow, AND it's late night and it's probably going to be really dramatic and stressful and I'm not exactly looking forward to it.
Hm. Do I complain more than the average person? I was considering that I was shoveling snow today. I feel like I complain a lot. It's probably yet another one of my really unattractive qualities that I shouldn't be proud of.
(I like how all questions I ask on my blog automatically become rhetorical because there's no one out there to answer them).
Oh well. I don't really have anything important to say right now, and I'm feeling really unoriginaly and really unfunny, so I suppose I'll just bring this to a close and try to sleep again.
So I leave you with this, part of an old IM conversation, which shows what happens when my friends take the wrong cold medicine. Or in this case, too much children's Triaminic.
Manda: sleeping on cheeseeeeeee
Wuh: hahaha not a good idea
Manda: i jst dnot wannag et it i n my hair
Me: i like how she's pretty much high on kids cold meds and all she's worried about is getting cheese in her hair
Manda: shes tsill her
Good times. Goodnight.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Valentine's Day (Revisted)
Okay, I promised. Here it is. A V-Day rant.
Although I guess I'm not really promising to anyone but myself. But the whole thing is kind of funny when you think about it - I keep promises to myself better than I do to other people. What that says about me, I have no clue, but I'm assuming being able to lie to myself better than I can lie to others says something quite similar. Whatever it is.
Anyway, that's not important. I mean, psychologically, it probably is, but for all intents and purposes of this blog, it has no significance whatsoever.
Okay, for real this time.
I have major issues with Valentine's Day. It would be a toss up to see whether I hate Valentine's Day or Easter more. But we're talking passionate, vehement hate. Venemous hate. Bitchy hate. Which probably explains why I've been so mood swing-y for the past, um, four-ish days (trust me, I haven't really even liked myself).
V-Day has just never done right by me. I mean, I suppose I liked it back in the day of cute little Valentines that you put in everybody's adorable decorated bags and boxes in preschool/kindergarten/elementary school. But those days are long gone.
Cuteness wandered out, and cynicism wandered right in to take its place.
Pity.
Suddenly, Val-o-Grams weren't cute little friend-to-friend 'hey, thanks for being my friend' messages. No. Suddenly they had a new connotation. It was all about who they were from: A member of the opposite sex (oooOOOoooh...) or a secret admirer (mystery! scandal!) or your mom (lame).
It wasn't that it mattered so much to me. I didn't really care. I don't really care. (Although at this point I feel it necessary to bring your attention to my 17-year long V-Day losing streak - if I'm being perfectly honest. And I am).
All of the sudden, a day designated to showing your love (which - why just one day? I don't love my loved ones just today...I love them EVERY day... I actually think it's kind of cheap) was surrounded by drama and ugliness. And thus began my hate.
(I know, I know, paradoxical AND unoriginal, how much worse can it get)?
In any case, V-Day and I have still not made nice, despite my mother's adorable efforts. Two years ago, she bought me a bunch of adorable stuff in hopes of getting me to like Valentine's Day. Her downfall was buying me the Charlie Brown Valentine's Day DVD, which, if you're unaware, is honestly one of the most depressing things ever. I cried.
My rant is pretty much over and I feel like I haven't cleared anything up at all.
Oh well.
In another 58 minutes, I won't have to deal with Valentine's Day for another year.
Although I guess I'm not really promising to anyone but myself. But the whole thing is kind of funny when you think about it - I keep promises to myself better than I do to other people. What that says about me, I have no clue, but I'm assuming being able to lie to myself better than I can lie to others says something quite similar. Whatever it is.
Anyway, that's not important. I mean, psychologically, it probably is, but for all intents and purposes of this blog, it has no significance whatsoever.
Okay, for real this time.
I have major issues with Valentine's Day. It would be a toss up to see whether I hate Valentine's Day or Easter more. But we're talking passionate, vehement hate. Venemous hate. Bitchy hate. Which probably explains why I've been so mood swing-y for the past, um, four-ish days (trust me, I haven't really even liked myself).
V-Day has just never done right by me. I mean, I suppose I liked it back in the day of cute little Valentines that you put in everybody's adorable decorated bags and boxes in preschool/kindergarten/elementary school. But those days are long gone.
Cuteness wandered out, and cynicism wandered right in to take its place.
Pity.
Suddenly, Val-o-Grams weren't cute little friend-to-friend 'hey, thanks for being my friend' messages. No. Suddenly they had a new connotation. It was all about who they were from: A member of the opposite sex (oooOOOoooh...) or a secret admirer (mystery! scandal!) or your mom (lame).
It wasn't that it mattered so much to me. I didn't really care. I don't really care. (Although at this point I feel it necessary to bring your attention to my 17-year long V-Day losing streak - if I'm being perfectly honest. And I am).
All of the sudden, a day designated to showing your love (which - why just one day? I don't love my loved ones just today...I love them EVERY day... I actually think it's kind of cheap) was surrounded by drama and ugliness. And thus began my hate.
(I know, I know, paradoxical AND unoriginal, how much worse can it get)?
In any case, V-Day and I have still not made nice, despite my mother's adorable efforts. Two years ago, she bought me a bunch of adorable stuff in hopes of getting me to like Valentine's Day. Her downfall was buying me the Charlie Brown Valentine's Day DVD, which, if you're unaware, is honestly one of the most depressing things ever. I cried.
My rant is pretty much over and I feel like I haven't cleared anything up at all.
Oh well.
In another 58 minutes, I won't have to deal with Valentine's Day for another year.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Winner Formal
Some days, I genuinely wonder why someone hasn't approached us about making a sitcom of our lives.
To recap, today was Winter Formal, the lamest of all 3 of Hoover's dances. We attended last year and Freshman year as well, because we were naive and thought we were cool. This year, we decided early on to skip it because it was lame, loud, and Homecoming really wasn't even that fun this year. As it turned out, Manda ended up being dragged by her boyfriend, and since we suck as friends, we refused to sacrifice ourselves and go with her. And then pretty much everybody else we know decided to go too. Until it was just me, Bee, and Wuh. Oh, and Chelsea, who is currently recuperating from jaw surgery.
And since we're losers, we created WINNER Formal.
(Yeah, it's okay. I hate us too.)
When today rolled around, we still had basically no plan except that we knew we wanted to visit Chelsea. At 3:30 today, we decided that tonight, we would dress up, go for dinner at Tasty Garden, visit Chelsea, and then go to Malone University for 'En Garde' which was a 40 minute really un-epic re-enactment of 5 epic fight scenes from plays/movies.
I kid you not. Yes it exists. Yes we went.
Thank God it was only 40 minutes long, because the douche at the ticket booth gave me and Wuh seats next to each other, but he sat Bee three rows behind us, which was ridiculous because we were all talking in line together, and it was pretty obvious we were together. Also, I don't know if I would have made it through the production if it had been any longer than 40 minutes. There was really only one decent actor in the production, and he was the director. They did an okay job with it, but parts of it were just kind of painful.
After that, we decided to go to Borders to get coffee. Since Edna, the SYNC technology in my car, is the biggest bitch in the world (as far as robots go)(seriously, I should do a blog on her because there are a lot of really good Edna stories), she chose not to play us any good music and wouldn't let me shuffle anything that wasn't my Sara Bareilles Live at the Fillmore CD, we decided to switch over to the radio.
And since nothing good was playing on the radio, and the radio has really bad reception since my mom backed into the garage and broke the antenna on the car, we ended up listening to folk music on 89.7.
I really, really wish I were kidding.
I have no idea what the hell we listened to, but it was a never-ending song about a 'circle never ending' sung by a creepy, pedophile-y sounding man who probably still lives with his mother. So we listened to that and laughed ourselves sick on the way to Borders because of what huge losers we are.
And the thing is, it's really not even a good story.
To recap, today was Winter Formal, the lamest of all 3 of Hoover's dances. We attended last year and Freshman year as well, because we were naive and thought we were cool. This year, we decided early on to skip it because it was lame, loud, and Homecoming really wasn't even that fun this year. As it turned out, Manda ended up being dragged by her boyfriend, and since we suck as friends, we refused to sacrifice ourselves and go with her. And then pretty much everybody else we know decided to go too. Until it was just me, Bee, and Wuh. Oh, and Chelsea, who is currently recuperating from jaw surgery.
And since we're losers, we created WINNER Formal.
(Yeah, it's okay. I hate us too.)
When today rolled around, we still had basically no plan except that we knew we wanted to visit Chelsea. At 3:30 today, we decided that tonight, we would dress up, go for dinner at Tasty Garden, visit Chelsea, and then go to Malone University for 'En Garde' which was a 40 minute really un-epic re-enactment of 5 epic fight scenes from plays/movies.
I kid you not. Yes it exists. Yes we went.
Thank God it was only 40 minutes long, because the douche at the ticket booth gave me and Wuh seats next to each other, but he sat Bee three rows behind us, which was ridiculous because we were all talking in line together, and it was pretty obvious we were together. Also, I don't know if I would have made it through the production if it had been any longer than 40 minutes. There was really only one decent actor in the production, and he was the director. They did an okay job with it, but parts of it were just kind of painful.
After that, we decided to go to Borders to get coffee. Since Edna, the SYNC technology in my car, is the biggest bitch in the world (as far as robots go)(seriously, I should do a blog on her because there are a lot of really good Edna stories), she chose not to play us any good music and wouldn't let me shuffle anything that wasn't my Sara Bareilles Live at the Fillmore CD, we decided to switch over to the radio.
And since nothing good was playing on the radio, and the radio has really bad reception since my mom backed into the garage and broke the antenna on the car, we ended up listening to folk music on 89.7.
I really, really wish I were kidding.
I have no idea what the hell we listened to, but it was a never-ending song about a 'circle never ending' sung by a creepy, pedophile-y sounding man who probably still lives with his mother. So we listened to that and laughed ourselves sick on the way to Borders because of what huge losers we are.
And the thing is, it's really not even a good story.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Valentine's Day
(Alternately titled "I Hate the World Slightly Less Now.")
First - a clarification:
I hate Valentine's Day. I passionately, vehemently hate Valentine's Day. You'll find out more Sunday, when I go on a tangent about just how much I hate it and for what reasons. Don't worry. I've been planning my cynicism for weeks. As long as I can get it all to come out right when I start writing it down, it promises to be good fun for all.
But you know what I really do not hate? "Valentine's Day." The movie. Which I just got home from. Which was really adorable. That I kind of... loved.
Basically - Taylor Lautner is still hot, Bradley Cooper is really attractive when he's cleaned up (also he's gay in the movie which is really cute to me for some reason), Jennifer Garner is adorable, Ashton Kutcher is strangely endearing clad entirely in pink nearly the entire movie, I even like George Lopez in this movie, Anne Hathaway is a phone sex operator, I have SEVERE Patrick Dempsey issues for some unknown reason, and I see my future in Jessica Biel's character (more on that Sunday, too).
(Sorry, was really run-on-y).
Also I have to write a review for the movie for newspaper, but I'm guessing the above comments will not suffice. I really don't know what I'm going to say. It really would be a great date movie, although I wouldn't know for sure, because I went with two of my best friends and one of my friend's mom. It's quintessentially predictable, but in a really endearing way. The cast is absolutely fantastic, and the actors do a really good job of making themselves seem like real people. You wouldn't think Ashton Kutcher would make a convincing LA florist (yes, he literally owns a flower shop) but he really pulls it off. Taylor Swift is even hilarious in it as a classic flighty, obnoxious, naive American teenager.
You would have to try really hard not to like this movie. It's funny, it's loveable, it's essentially empty calories, and you're bound to find someone in the cast you like. I think anyone could also identify with at least one character.
I strongly recommend anyone who's reading this (which, for future reference, is, um, no one) to see it at some point. It certainly is entertaining, and you even kind of forget you're watching a movie. The characters in it could easily be your best friend, or your cousin, or your neighbor, or even you.
So go check it out.
First - a clarification:
I hate Valentine's Day. I passionately, vehemently hate Valentine's Day. You'll find out more Sunday, when I go on a tangent about just how much I hate it and for what reasons. Don't worry. I've been planning my cynicism for weeks. As long as I can get it all to come out right when I start writing it down, it promises to be good fun for all.
But you know what I really do not hate? "Valentine's Day." The movie. Which I just got home from. Which was really adorable. That I kind of... loved.
Basically - Taylor Lautner is still hot, Bradley Cooper is really attractive when he's cleaned up (also he's gay in the movie which is really cute to me for some reason), Jennifer Garner is adorable, Ashton Kutcher is strangely endearing clad entirely in pink nearly the entire movie, I even like George Lopez in this movie, Anne Hathaway is a phone sex operator, I have SEVERE Patrick Dempsey issues for some unknown reason, and I see my future in Jessica Biel's character (more on that Sunday, too).
(Sorry, was really run-on-y).
Also I have to write a review for the movie for newspaper, but I'm guessing the above comments will not suffice. I really don't know what I'm going to say. It really would be a great date movie, although I wouldn't know for sure, because I went with two of my best friends and one of my friend's mom. It's quintessentially predictable, but in a really endearing way. The cast is absolutely fantastic, and the actors do a really good job of making themselves seem like real people. You wouldn't think Ashton Kutcher would make a convincing LA florist (yes, he literally owns a flower shop) but he really pulls it off. Taylor Swift is even hilarious in it as a classic flighty, obnoxious, naive American teenager.
You would have to try really hard not to like this movie. It's funny, it's loveable, it's essentially empty calories, and you're bound to find someone in the cast you like. I think anyone could also identify with at least one character.
I strongly recommend anyone who's reading this (which, for future reference, is, um, no one) to see it at some point. It certainly is entertaining, and you even kind of forget you're watching a movie. The characters in it could easily be your best friend, or your cousin, or your neighbor, or even you.
So go check it out.
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