Thursday, May 29, 2008
Yeah, I know, look at that pic. Nick is like, wtf? Today is like, an unJonas day. Like, I don't care for them today. I don't know, it's like, a book now? Are you serious? This publicity is really getting annoying. Like, I mean, gosh, stop with the Jonas-mania. I'm sick of it. I mean, I love them, but this media attention is like, gosh. People are milking them for all they have. I mean they must love it, but it just annoys me. I hate when a celebrity gets a ton of attention. Then the fun is lost. I mean, I love going somewhere and searching for something Jonas. It just gives me a thrill. I do that with all my obsessions. Orlando Bloom, Coldplay, the Beatles, the OC, Alice, any of them. I'm a constant searcher. Like, OB got too big, and now even Alice. So many places have stuff of hers in their stores. I still get so excited when I see something, but I feel like I gave her the start. I obsessed the book and stuff way before you saw Alice shirts in Hot Topic, Delia's, Kohl's, and I'm betting WalMart. When stuff is easy to find, the rush is gone. I miss the rush. It's been happening for a while with the Jonas Brothers. More and more stores. More and more publictity. The minute Nick hits 18, Disney's gonna drop them. Probably sooner. I'm guessing they got at most two years left with Disney. Then, back to whatever. Same thing with anyone. I kinda wish the Jonas Brothers would fall from fame. Yeah, it would make them easier to meet. But I also thinking their songwriting would just increase. They gotta take time off and just....I don't know. Sigh.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
30 fucking days.
Yes, that is right. 30 days until the test of all tests. Driving. UGH. I just scheduled it, because dude, I need to get the fuck out of this house!!! Little things piss my mom off, and I just want to get away. I want to fucking be able to drive, ALONE, listen to my jams and scream my lungs out. Then I'll probably always have that raspy voice. Oh well.
I need to get practicing. But, uh, not right now, because it is thundering, and that scares me. Totally not ready for that. Sigh. How old does the other person have to be so that I can drive with them? 18, 21, 25? I have no clue.
Fuck I just realized I'll have to pay for my own gas. But me and Dora, on the road of life. (BTW, Dora is my gas guzzling car.) So I really need my job. Good thing I took the drug test! Fingers crossed!
I need to go like, not panic or something. I think I'll go read some Jonas Secrets.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Oh yeah, Rice's had a bunch of other stuff. I bought waaaayyyy too much stuff. Some Juicy stuff, a new wallet, some buttons(one of which was the Beatles, also known as Led Zepplin. Seriously, if you're selling a button, like, know who are on your buttons. SERIOUSLY.) and I think I got some other stuff. Oh yeah, Pink pants, and uh........I don't remember. I just remember the snow cone. That shit was amazing. Go to Rice's. Snow Cones are the shiznit.
Okay, so before I was just like, yeah Demi Lovato is mad cool. Now I'm like, she fucking rocks. I'm addicted to the few songs I've found of hers, and like, I'm just in love. Man, Lovato! Like, for shiz. I can't do this. She's fucking 15 years old. Of course that hasn't stopped my obsession with Hannah Montana. Man, I am just way too childish. Sigh. Judge me all you want. I've accepted it. Reverted back into the little kid age. I looooove looking at Hannah Montana stuff. Not so much the High School Musical. I don't know. I just don't like the second one a whole lot. Or any of the stuff. Maybe when the third one comes out, I'll be super happy and seriously just buy out a Claire's store. Or steal it all. That Lehigh Valley worker totally knows I'm a klepto, so maybe not that one. I probably will go in and they'll be all over me. Not that I don't blame them. I did take something. Oh crap, I totally just outed myself there. Don't tell the Claire's lady! She probably found this, and reads this, and is like, "I KNEW IT!!!" And she'll go to tell her coworkers and they'll just stare. She'll be on a mission to destroy me. Great. Another person hellbent on destroying me. Sigh. Oh Coldplay commercial! Yeah, that's a little selling out, but clearly, I do not mind at all. Any time to see Coldplay is fine with me. Because they are the bomb. Wait, what was this post about? Uh...lemme check. Oh yeah, Lovato. She kicks ass. Seriously, get her songs "Open" and "Stronger." Both are like, woah. Ha, Aly & AJ reference! Score a point for me!
So that would be a photo I took of Sam's lovely tv screen. Late night Super Smash Brothers 97 minute game. I still do not know who the heck accidently picked the 97 minute one. But after that, we were pretty much out of it. And this is what came of it. There are videos. But we're just waiting until we have a new youtube account. Sigh, but here are some pics of the cute couple. Dear gosh, this is simply sad.
These are some lovely images I took. Ike defending Peach's honor against Meta Knight, Ike killing the evil twin of Peach. And then Peach defeating the evil Peach's ass. Yeah, what now.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
So, yay to the yay, my lovely Finnish Spitz is FINALLY back in PA, and I am soooooo mad excited. We are attempting to plan on making some nice videos for the youtube over the summer, so I am just going to be a youtube whore this summer instead of a blog whore.
So I thought I would let you all rejoice in the fact that my Mr. T is back! Holla!
Now, I just need to find where I spent all my damn money. sigh.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Yes, children, that IS macaroni on pizza. And yes, it was amazing. As was the spinach pizza. And my dad said the one with barbeque sauce was good as well.
So I'm pimping out Cici's Pizza, even though they really do not need the business. They were like, mad packed tonight. :)
Yeah, I just thought I would show off my skills....and my mad button obsession. It's getting a little obsessed with buying buttons. JoBros, Alice, Beatles, DCFC, Family Guy. I pretty much buy any buttons that tickle my fancy. Even Betty Page. Sigh. I have button issues.
I know, it's a serious blog, but whatever. I have the intention of three funny ones right after this. I just felt like I had to talk about this.
I can't believe it's been two months. Or should I say only two months. I feel like it has been so much longer, a century perhaps. Like, I feel my whole life is so different from those weeks beforehand. Like, for the fact that the first time I saw the Jonas Brothers, she was around. If someone had told me I had eleven days left, I don't exactly know what I would do. I could say I would be absolutely devestated, but after so long in the hospital with no end in sight, I think I would've been happy. I would've seen her more. I really don't remember the last words I said to her, the last day I even saw her. I think it was the Friday before. The next day was my nephew's birthday party. I couldn't hang out with friends because that night I was baking, and then party the whole next day. It was Easter weekend. My parents and me did the usual: pick me up at Hazy, then go to the hospital. The rest is really blurry. I guess I blocked out what happened then because I can remember baking later that night, and even watching the new episode of Hannah Montana. Uncle Earl was on it. I took pictures of my cupcakes. I remember a lot of stuff after I saw her with such detail. Maybe because it was something different; not the same thing I saw every time I came in.
Either way, I'm glad I didn't see her the day she went away. I mean, I wouldn't want to deal with that. My mother saw her and got to unknowingly say her final goodbyes. She waited until my brother came home that weekend to see her one last time. I think she knew. She waited until my nephew hit the big year old, before she left.
It really doesn't feel like just two months. I mean, I can look back on my journal and see my tear-stained pages of almost four months ago when they said it was the end. I had lost it, done things I regret, and she pulled through. Maybe that was kind of when she left for me. The rest of the time was just me getting to see her, value her, and not take advantage, or dread going in to see her. I didn't get to see her too much this last year because of college, since every Monday my mom and me would go in. We would just watch tv. I really didn't know that I would be begging for those simpler times so quickly.
I think my family has done the most changing after all this. I may be wrong; I don't know. I feel like I've grown. It gets hard to deal with my mom some days, and I know she's gone through a lot, but sometimes she can't always be fair. But I think I just have to deal. To let her deal. It'll probably be years before she doesn't have to listen to the answering machine or feel the need to buy something for her every day. I have those needs, but I guess I was already detached from the situation before that I had come to terms with it. I had an extra two months to understand that life isn't fair, but it does make sense. Eventually I'll find a sense in all this. And I'm always hoping she is just hanging around up there, playing Bingo, and making sure we all don't lose our minds.
~Wow, Shia LaBeouf is HOTT. Like, day-umm.
~Cate Blanchett's skin is super smooth. Like, wow. I just want to touch it.
~I want an Indy hat.
~Who the fuck's side is Mac on???
~What the hell happened to Indy with that skull? Like, he was fine. WTF?
~I hope I don't miss the Jonas Brothers online because of this.
~Ohemgee, those monkees have the same do as Shia!
~Bugs terrify me. Get them away!!!!!
~Aw Mutt covered his mom from blasts. HOW CUTE!!!
~Why do natives just like, hide in the ceiling, waiting for people? That has to be boring.
~And how the heck did they get up there?
~What the hell was the purpose of the sandtrap? Just to get stuff in that didn't fit anywhere else?
~Everytime I want to type Jones, I type Jonas first. ;P
Yep, that was me.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Look at that, look at that. Coldplay, Jonas Brothers. My two current favs. Yes! I was so excited to see that. The Jonas Brothers join the ranks with Weezer and Dave Matthews Band and Motley Crue as the hottest albums. I don't count V Hudge Pudge and Man-iara. They aren't real artists. The rest are bands. Good bands. Yay for Entertainment Weekly! They put Coldplay and JoBros near each other. I mean, yeah, they faltered with Usher as the front cover, but I'll let it go, because the Jonas Brothers were included in hot albums. I feel vindicated. Like, finally, they are in a real magazine not for their hot looks. They're in there for their MUSIC. Yeah, I know, they do play music. Crazy, huh? I know. Check out their albums.
OH! And check out my lovely friend Sam's blog!!!! http://samparker37.blogspot.com and then my friend's friend's blog: http://allegrap.blogspot.com.
I hope I got that right. lol
And man, how adorable is he? That's from 17 Again, some new film that comes out in 09. I think Matthew Perry plays the older him. Yeah, I know, those two look nothing alike. Both are cute, but in waaayyyy different ways. Seriously though, aw, Zac is a cutie. I like completely forget through all the Jonasmania. I mean, Jonas and Hannah Montana quickly took over Disney. They just did HSM2 not even like, a year ago, and that is just so old and over. They have Camp Rock now. But whatever. I'll watch both. Of course I'll pay to see HSM3 and 17 Again. Zac Efron is a hottie! I mean, yeah he's with that slutty Vanessa Hudgens(I can never look at her the same) but he's a nice refresher from what you usually see. I just love that pic. Man, let's get Zac Efron back into popularity. Or am I wrong? Is he still cool? Somebody ask a twelve year old girl. There lies the answer.
DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO KNOW ABOUT THE MOVIE!!!!!!!
So today I witnessed the all holiness of Indiana Jones. Incredible. Like, I admit I haven't seen the first three fully through, but the good thing about this is, you didn't. It was better if you did, but even I knew a bunch of the past movie inside jokes. Really, incredible is the word to describe it. Of course, the ending was a little odd, and I almost got really mad, but they fixed it. Steve Speil and George Lucas know what they're doing.
First off, Harrison Ford. For being like, sixtysomething, he is still eye candy. Even against Shia LeBeouf(and yes I spelled that right...probably because I have it in big lettering next to me). But really Harrison was awesome. I was like, dude, he did all his own stunts? GET OUT. He was fucking killer! Like, totally BAMF. I mean, you do not want to mess with that dude. Like, I wish I was in one of his classes. I mean, I would totally learn archeology or anthropology and that shit if he was teaching it. And I got to go on one of his kick ass adventures. Yeah, the adventure is the clincher. Otherwise, no deal. I usually fall asleep in anthropology. Many people can attest to me doing that. I just texted or slept. Good times. But really, Harrison Ford kicked some major ass. Like, shit, he is better than all the action heroes now. Not that I can think of any real iconic ones now that aren't superheroes. Though he probably could whoop a few superheroes' asses. Spiderman, I'm looking at you. I mean, Indy and that whip. I wouldn't mind being caught by that. Mmm....Is it odd that I find a guy older than my dad hot? I guess that's the appeal of Hugh Hefner.
Now, Shia LeBeouf. DAMN. Break me a piece of that greasy hottie. Like, he was also bad ass. But like, he wasn't as good as Harrison Ford, but he totally was awesome. Like, trying to be a cool guy, but really, he's just a little kid. He was like the audience pretty much. The new generation. We never knew this guy, and all of a sudden, we're just thrown there. And we try to be really cool and all, like we've seen it all before since like every movie is a giant action movie, but we ain't seen nothing yet. We are thrown back in time to a really amazing adventure that doesn't require superhero powers or the supernatural(well, I'll get back to that one.)
Third, Cate Blanchett. Does she rock or what? Whatever she does is amazing. Like, she is in all the big blockbuster movies, and you would not recognize her. She was Galadriel, from Lord of the Rings. Two totally different people, yet she owned both of them. And she was pretty scary. That hair was just too tight. You would not want to give her a noogie. The only thing that sucked about her was the way she died. Like, WTF? I was expecting one more awesome fight.
Alright, here are some small thoughts I had during it:
BUGS! Ew, ew, ew. What made it worse was that my phone vibrated at the same time bugs were all over the people. AH, scary! I almost screamed. And I was going nuts during the bug scene. Ask Kim. She can attest to that.
Aliens. Um, awkward!!! Like, that was where I kinda was like, they went too far. I mean, I was told they all go into the supernatural somehow, but this was a little ludicrous. And stereotypical. Total alien stereotype. Pfft. At least change it around.
Janitor!!! Woot, go Janitor. (From Scrubs, if you didn't know). But how dare you go off on Indy! You have no right!!!!!
Caleb!!! Oh, the OC(and Lost...and I think Heroes?) fanatic in me went nuts. I love Alan Dale. He is the shiz.
Oh, and who didn't see the Mutt Williams being Indy's son thing? I mean, I knew it. haha. Stupid spoiling people.
The ending. Like, alright, what was with the hat rolling to Mutt. I mean, hello, no!!!!! He could not hold the story. It's all about Henry Jones JR. Not the third. He's just a fun sidekick. They were right with having Indy grab that from him.
Oh yeah, there is definitely not gonna be another. The ending was TOO final. Which made me happy. No more. I'm satiated.
People, seriously, go see the movie. I'm going to see it again tomorrow. Heck yes.
Dear Demi Lovato,
So I guess I have a bit of explaining to do on my part. Okay, so originally when I saw you in As The Bell Rings, and heard you were opening for the Jonas Brothers, I rolled my eyes. I was like, ew, she sucks. Something about your face creeped me out. I admit it. And then, on one of my YouTube rants, I was like, alright, I'll watch Demi and Selena's video blogs. And you two were so cute! Much better than a double M duo. I was like, okay, I really like Selena, and Demi doesn't seem too bad. But I wasn't sold. Then I heard you on Camp Rock and started checking out your sites. You started to grow on me. And now, well, I listened to some of your songs, and wow. Open is my new favorite song. I can honestly say I <3 you now. Yes, I admit that as well. I can't wait to see you in concert(I even want to check you in Philly for that free concert ;)) and so I wanted to apologize. For a while, I thought you were a weird looking annoying person, but now, I've seen the error of my ways. Doesn't that make you feel better? You have another devoted fan. I'll be watching your show BTW. Looks nice.
So once again, sorry for thinking you were really odd looking. Oh, and keep bangs. It just suits you a helluva lot better than without.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Yes, that is me, next to the pretty HSM 3 sign at the movie theater. And yes, people stared. What of it? I didn't have enough time to take pics with Wall-E, and Zohan and the Hulk. Maybe next time. That place is a silly photo person's dream. Seriously. It was like me with the wax figures. I could not be stopped. Though I did, because the stares were getting to me. Oh well.
Anyways, I'm pretty excited for the big screen High School Musical. I love the Tis(dale). She is my favorite. I mean, she is perfect as Sharpay. Hey, she's the reason my nickname is Akita and my Finnish Spitz is Finnish Spitz. Good ol' High School Musical. I love Disney movies. They are just so much fun. I want to have a marathon of them. If you'd like to join, just tell me. I'll bake cupcakes!
Here are some photos of the lovely cupcakes. If you want one, just contact one of us. Two bucks a piece. Jk. If you say you got the idea from here, we'll give you a 50% discount! Then its only a buck! Plus tax, ;)
So my lovely friend Kim went to see Spring Awakening again last night. And being the amazing person she is, got the autograph of Asher from Gossip Girl! How awesome is that??? I mean, yummy Asher. He is nice looking. And he can sing? Well, sign me up. I love my playbill. It's gonna go with the signed Sean Astin thing I have. Ah, I love times like these. Good times.
I love you Kim!!!!!!
Excuse me while I go throw up and decide what to do with my Jonas obsessed life now.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Finally. I got the photo. A Demi Lovato site has helped me grace this blog with sexy Kevin. I cropped it, because who the hell cares to see Demi, Nick, or Joe? Not me. Well, I mean, I do like them all, but okay, seriously. Do you see him? His eyes just say, oh yeah, come to me. Mmm. I would come to him. Just flash that look and I am jello. I mean, gosh darn it. If I thought other amazing photos were hot, clearly I never got to see this one. Wow, I cant stop staring. Future husband, here I come. ;) Yeah I know it'll never happen, but I like to dream....
Why do I keep ending these things with smiley faces? I'm fucking obsessed with them. Sheesh. I'm doing all I can not to end this afterthought without a smiley face. lol :)
BTW - No Sunlight on Narrow Stairs? Just like I Was a Kaleidoscope. And that is a good thing. :)
Damn it again.
I really have decided that I love Miley Cyrus and Hannah Montana. They are both so delic. I mean, put on a Miley song and a Hannah episode, and I am set. Fuck yes. That stuff is the shiz. It truly is. And why yes, I am ten years old. :D
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Dear The O.C.,
Hey. Just checking in, wanted to see how you've been since your cancellation. I was watching an old episode and I realized how much I missed you. I mean, we used to be so close. And I know that after our first year together, things really went downhill. Now I know it wasn't me, and I mean, you tried your best. But hey, this stuff happens. But I just wanted to check in. I see your parents are working at the CW for Gossip Girl. We've been hanging around a bit. Just casual. Not anything like us.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Man, we used to be so close. You were the one who filled my inbox. And now, where are you? I don't know. And funny thing is, I don't care. We drifted, like I should have known and I deep down inside really have no desire to get back together. I feel we ended this long before the last time we hung out. It's been over for so long now I can't remember what it was like being your friend. Oh well, distanced, if you're okay with it, I'm cool. Have fun with your life. See you at the reunion.
Is that not fucking hilarious? I'm so proud of my Print Screenshot of Nick falling. I mean, bravo to me to capture his mortification. I mean, yeah, I hope he's okay, but it's hilarious! I laughed when I watched the video of Kevin falling too. Let me see if I can catch a great moment.....
Took me a few moments, but I got it. Not as funny as Nick, but still funny. Sorry future husband, I can't help it. Forgive me? 0:)
So word to the wise, if you fall, I will laugh. :)
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Seriously. WTF? How long do you take to get ready? I wasted a half hour of my life waiting for your ass to sing three songs. THREE SONGS. I mean, yeah, you have an incredible voice, but like, you've only had one hit. Unless you count that Christmas song you had on the one OC Soundtrack. So you are so not at Diva Level. Like, you're not Mariah Carey. And thank goodness you aren't. I might have killed myself. Next time, be prompt. Get ready while the four artists before you were on. It's not like you didn't have time. Pfft.
P.S. I'm sorry if I've given you nightmares.
Dear Young Jonas Brothers Fans,
Stop wearing Converse. Okay, you bought them only because Nick and Joe wear them. And they look stupid on you. You all are just so damn fake. I mean, when I wear converse, I get them gritty. You? You keep them squeaky clean! That's how you know a real Chuck Taylor wearer from the fakes. Get a life. Get some new shoes.
The Baddest Converse Wearer. EVER.
Now, before I go into randomly exquisite detail of the Q Concert, today and yesterday I stumbled across some thoughts. I rarely get serious in here (I simply want to entertain, not complain from a high horse) so bear with me as I go off into a semi-meaningless tirade.
First off, I started thinking about how I had seen Kevin Jonas and basically screamed orgasmically for him from behind a gate. Two things hit me there: first, I had embarrassed myself in front of my “future husband” (more on that later); and secondly, why did that even merit a scream such as what I did? Truth is, it didn’t. Nothing from behind that gate was truly appropriate. After all, I don’t know Kevin Jonas personally. And then it hit me: Why the Jonas Brothers? Why any of those celebrities? If we were indeed created equal, why do we place people on a pedestal? After all, they are just people. What makes them so special? The money. The more money, the more popular, the better.
And then you see things in magazines like, “Celebrities: They’re just like us.” First off, no, they aren’t. And second, even the magazine writers are on a different plateau than the readers. I don’t know how life picks out a celebrity, but it clearly missed me. I know I’ll never be famous or marry Kevin Jonas, and I’ll rest on the age old thought, “A girl can dream.” Yes, a girl can dream. But even with dreams, you get a sense of disappointment. Any person who says they hole-heartedly knew something they dreamt about wasn’t going to happen lied. Because there always is that miniscule fraction of hope. Anything is possible.
To me, I feel something unknown separates us “normal folks” from the destined famous. I don’t have a clue what that separation is, but there is one. I mean, I know halfway in my heart that all those dreams I meticulously plan out won’t come true. And the other half keeps dreaming. I mean, I’ll probably end up maybe graduating college on time, and living in a guest room at my sister’s, and working at the Morning Call. Even that has a large sense of dreaming in it. More appropriately, I’ll graduate whenever and waste my degree working as a Superfresh cashier, believing that the story I’m writing then is the story that’s going to change the world. Everyone that reads this is probably going to say I’m being way too cynical. That may be true. After all, I am only 18 years old, and I should have the world at my feet, yet I’ve already resorted to a painfully dull future. Or people just refuse to believe the truth. Because to me, I bet people who are destined to be something big never get this down on reality. They just know it’s going to happen. Maybe that’s the separation.
After I saw Kevin, I texted the big screen there and got to see “Ali got to see her future husband Kevin up close!” scroll across the bottom of the giant screen in hopes of making at least one person out there jealous. And well, I had lied at least twice in just that one sentence. Was twenty feet and behind a gate “up close”? And really, is he my future husband? After all, I saw at least 100 marriage proposals to the Jonas Brothers on the screen that night. Me and 10 million other girls want to marry Kevin Jonas (There’s probably 20 million apiece for Nick and Joe) and who will be the victor? None of them. It’ll probably be some temp at a recording studio who, ten years down the road, rarely listened to the Jonas Brothers. Because, seriously, put yourself in their shoes: would you want to spend the rest of your life with someone who idolized you, and had your picture cover their room, and basically love you because you’re famous? No. In real life, kids, that’s called a stalker. And name one happy person who married their stalker. Yeah, I thought so.
And the truly romantics will point out too semi-glimmering examples (shining is just going too far): Katie Holmes and that waitress that’s with George Clooney. First, Katie Holmes: she had dreamed of marrying Tom Cruise as a little girl. Okay, that’s all well and good, but she is still a celebrity in her own right. And no one knows except her if she’s truly happy. Now, the waitress: just a normal girl who won George Clooney’s heart (for now). Alright, have you seen her? Fucking gorgeous. She models now. Ok, yeah, she was destined to serve cocktails. And I was destined to walk on Pluto. Plus, she probably lived some awesomely charmed life. Probably had it made in the shade. Not all celebrities did, but a damn good amount did.
I guess this all rolls down to escapism. We like to leave our mundane worlds to dream of an awesome one. When the going gets tough, we like to escape to our fake world, the celebrity world. I could use that as my excuse for what I did when Heath Ledger died. My Nana (God rest her soul, as well as Heath’s) was lying in a hospital bed, beginning her decline. I reveled in CNN, picking up every detail about Ledger to tell the set of people at bedside when they came out. I simply needed an escape for my mind. But what was everyone else’s excuse? I got at least ten texts that day from different people, saying, “Did you hear about Heath Ledger?” It was like a game that day: who could tell someone that didn’t know. I was excited when I found someone who hadn’t heard. Instead of feeling bad that a beloved actor had passed before his time, I joined the telling game. And plus, was Heath even worth it? Did he deserve 10 magazine covers just because a lot of people knew him? My Nana was known by many, and she didn’t get a cover, and I probably won’t when I die (never say never). Heath was just one of those lucky, special guys who happened to be a celebrity at the time of his death. Many famous people who die don’t get covers because no one cares about them anymore. Old news. There’s definitely a difference because a celebrity and being famous.
Now I know I won’t follow what I preach. I’ve accepted that. I won’t stop obsessing over the Jonas Brothers for a while (until another band takes my attention), and I most certainly won’t stop putting celebrities on a pedestal. Humans innately do it. We can’t not look up and see something above us, whether a person or a power. I guess through al of this, I see, once again, my chances at obtaining my dreams are slim to none. But I can still dream. I just have to be able to pull my head out of the clouds when needed. To quote an odd source for something like this, but definitely not for me, “Life’s what you make it, so let’s make it rock.” Ms. Montana has got it. Make your life as best as you can. Yet I add something: at the end of the day, make sure you’re happy.
Thus ends my rant. Onto funnier, shorter, and more hypocritical thoughts. :)
Friday, May 16, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Why does your song have to be so damn infectious? I mean, seriously. I was like, alright, this will be crap, but Hannah Montana is better than Miley anyways. Then I listen to the single, and I thought it was good. Curses! Now I'm still a Miley Cyrus fan. I thought I would be over you. You are just so darn, I don't even know. But I mean, 18 year olds are not supposed to thoroughly enjoy a 15 year old's show and music. But let me tell everyone, I will be getting an advance ticket to the Hannah Montana movie. And going to my connection to get you cd early. Yes, you heard it, Miley. I'm still a fan. The moment I thought I was out of your trap was the second I got snapped back in. To quote you on Hannah Montana, you are not just good, you are scary good. Yes, that is a legitimate quote. From the episode You're So Sue-able To Me, or something of that sort. Yeah, I knew that right off the top of my head. Because I'm that darn addictive.
Well, I'll be off crying into my pillow because I'm still a Hannah Montana and Miley Cyrus fan.
P.S. What is up with Mandy? I mean, seriously. She has her own fan site. Didn't know friends of celebrities get fan sites. Of course, she is Miley's back-up dancer. Hello, K-Fed. Mandy's new name: M-Jir. Yeah, patent that.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
But doesn't he just look like a porn star? Like, he's just eying up some busty chick to put in his new film, Leather----s(you can fill in whatever you want in that four letter word). He totally has that scary look in his eyes. That totally perverted scary look. Like, I would be afraid to meet him like that anywhere. I mean, usually, I would jump through fire hoops to meet JKras. Hot damn, I would want a piece of that. He's on the list of men that I would definitely just do anything for. I've got like, quite a few guys on that list. Is that bad? Does that make me like a horny teenage girl who would go for any hot celebrity? I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one.
But I digress(I must say that to shout out to my favorite Finnish Spitz), JKras is downright scary in this photo. Like, it terrifies me. Great, now I'm gonna have nightmares with this pic. Him coming at me with that look in his eye. No, JKras, I don't want to be in a seedy cave porno with you. Not again.
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Yeah, I am just that cool.
This, my dearest readers, is Chuck Bass from Gossip Girl. Just look at that delectable piece of fuck pie. I mean, seriously, how could anyone resist that smirk? I go weak in the knees.....or is it somewhere else? Huh. Anyways, Chuck Bass is conniving and mean, and a player. I generally don't go for that, but hot damn, if I had a chance with that guy, yeah I would so go for it. I think I might be better suited for the real actor, Ed Westwick. I hear he has got an accent. Are you kidding me? This man is perfect! Just ship him over here right now, I'll do the rest. I mean, seriously. Like, this guy just is so hot I do not know what to do with myself. I really don't. Well, I know what to do, but I won't give you the details.
Anyway, this boy is yummy. I would not mind Six Minutes with him(oh, Jonas Brothers reference in an otherwise non-Jonas Brothers post! Ten points!)....or really, any amount of time. I just want to hear that accent. Accents kill me. I mean, if you've got an accent, you're a sho-in for me. Well, you also have to be cute. And nice. And rich. So yeah, if you have an accent, you are off to a good start.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Well, I'm all for Drina. She reminds me of me. Like, just doing her own thang, and chillaxing and reading in the back house. Plus, she picks the odd guys. Like Justin Bobby. And hey, he's totally looking better than before. Which makes me all for that. Mmmm another sexy JB. Yes.
Well, LC-CB totally did not understand that she was pissing Drina off. Lo-Life is being uber annoying. I used to like her. Now she's all like, annoying whiny bitch. I don't know, she just bothers me. I feel like there are a million and one similarities between my life and the Hills. Gotta love that.....well, not really. Their life is just so much more fabulous.
Now I'm just needing to vent on how much I seriously love the Hills. I can deny it all I want, but like, it's just so damn appealing. Like, it's their life but yet it's not. They pretty much are acting, but it feels so real and it's like, wow, this is happening. Cool. Oh curses. I'm in love with the Hills. Years ago, when it first premiered, I promised myself I wasn't gonna gonna get into this show. I would avoid reality shows like the plague. I pretty much thought that if I saw it, I was gonna like, turn into a lifeless reality watching drone. And I must say that wow, I'm not. I guess since the Hills isn't really reality. They should like, do more on their promotion of the show...like that Rolling Stone photoshoot. I would love to see the dirt on that shit. I mean, Heidi-Ho Bag and LC-CB in the same area? Where it is supposed to be staged and not where they really staged it but they're trying to make it look like it wasn't. But ah well. I'll still be watching the Hills come August. And really, August? Like, WTF? Actually could they push it to September? I really hate watching it on my computer(which is still a bitch!!!!) because when it gets to the big intense moments, it pauses to buffer and stops awkwardly on them so I have drunk Drina and LC-CB doing what she seems to be doing best-crying.
Oh yeah, like, what the hell was up with LC-CB's pjs? I mean, come on. Like, a dress? At least Drina and Lo-Life did it right with actual pajamas. You don't always have to look perfect...I mean, seriously.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Today is my first of many Pimpin' Out places. :) I'm pimping out the best nail place ever. Crystal Nails. And no, this isn't in hopes that they'll give me free manicures for a year. :) But yeah, if you all like to get your nails done, go there. They are so cute. Plasma screen tvs, and comfy chairs, and awesome work. The one even does killer work without a top of a finger! Ha, this is fun.
So, thus ends my first pimping of a place. Yeah, I am just that cool.
I had been aiming to make a pun with that. Like, it's just no fair. But it's jonas fair. The two kinda sound alike. Alright, yeah, I completely messed that joke up. Nevertheless...
The Jonas Brothers played Wango Tango somewhere in the world. I just don't keep up with those things. But I was told to look at the pictures from it. And then I see that picture, up above. And goddamn it. I know it would be impossible for me to say, date, marry, or even meet the Jonas Brothers. I know it, you don't have to tell me another time(which would make it like, the bazillionth millionth time). I can't help it, I want to dream. I mean, Kevin Jonas is just a hot ball of something. And wow, would I like to do some censored things to him. Of course, I'd have to wait, even if I got a chance to be with him. That whole purity thing. That's alright. I'm all for it. I'll wait. And then, that night....well, you know.
But I digress. This is just a little venting of how unrealistic people can think, and the whole deal with hot celebrities. I've played a hundred scenarios in my head about how I'll become famous, and whatnot. I do eventually hope to have my writings published, but even that turns into one of those damn pipe dreams. You know, I blame Mr. Hershey, my 11th grade teacher for giving me a crappy name for those dreams. Couldn't they have just been dreams? Why the hell does there have to be pipes involved? Whenever I think of them, I think of those pipes Mario and Luigi jump down in those videogames and they end up in a filthy ass bar in which Tony Danza is the bartender. Now why put all my good dreams stuck in there? I feel like I'm in the corner of that bar, making out with Kevin Jonas. I'd probably move and get a rusty nail jabbed in me, and need a tetanus shot and then I gotta leave, and go back to the cruel real world, and pay a shitload of money in hospital bills because George Bush doesn't care about Pipe Dreamers.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
So what exactly is my beef? I mean, I love Hot Topic. I buy a ton of stuff from there. But so does every single other teen who is fake emo and pretends that no one understands them. I go in there to find random shirts and Alice in Wonderland stuff. They go in to be against the norm, when, in actuality, they are becoming the norm. So once again, why am I so mad?
Well, every stupid teenager that I hate will be wearing Playboy. I liked being one of the only. The awkward girl who wore her Playboy tshirt in pride. The one who her roommate convinced a guy that I worked for Playboy and have done "Videos." Now everyone and their loser cousin will be buying "Playboy Exposed." Um, excuse me, but how much more exposed can Playboy get? Yeah, exactly my point.
Stupid Hot Topic. Stop selling this stuff. You've turned everything that I like into something everyone else loves. And they weren't even into it when it wasn't cool! Argh. I guess Playboy will now die off like Pirates of the Caribbean, any Superhero movie, any 70s, 80s, or 90s cartoon did when they hit Hot Topic. They are really cool for like, ten minutes. And then Hot Topic kills them.
I like what I like. I do what I do. I do not need a negative comment on everything I say. If I wanted that, I'd ask. Don't judge me worse than I judge myself. You make me feel like crap about everything. You make me feel like nothing. And contrary to popular belief, I am more than nothing. So back off, or I'm gonna give you your own medicine. An annoying negative comment on every goddamn thing you say. K Bye.
Lover of all that you hate.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Bachelor #1: Creepy Stalker Cafeteria Boy.......enough said. NO.
Bachelor #2: Mr. Perfect(ly Invisible)...... No one will believe me if I brought him. Or see him.
Bachelor #3: Legolas Cardboard Cutout. Yeah, he doesn't bend well. And not very talkative at all. Sigh.
I could hold out for a JoBro, or someone so absolutely perfect, but as we all know, those people simply don't exist. Or they have been hiding from me. They probably have a group, the Perfect Men Club, and their goal is to torture people who are desperately in search for them. They just like to tease. Curses. I'll have to find their meeting place. It can't be that hard. Right? Maybe I'll just stalk the Jonas Brothers. They have to belong to it, I'm sure of it.
SO, if you or any of your friends know a wonderful date for me for my brother's wedding, Contact Me. Just like comment. Then I'd know if people were reading. I feel this blog is lost in the blogstraphere. Just out there, chilling in some secluded corner, marching to the beat of its own drum. And staring at all those popular blogs. Pfft.
Hm, didn't know blogs were just like high school. That really shouldn't surprise me.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Either way, Ali's definition is better than Alexis. Alexis gives good head, and gets drunk, stoned and high all at the same time. First off, um.....yeah, again, I really do not think that is me. I hope not. There are a few nights where I've blacked out. If you have any information on those nights, please inform me. I lost a shoe one time. And I really miss it.
Second, um, I was under the assumption high and stoned was the same thing......Is it like high is the pot version of drunk, and stoned is the pot version of plastered? Because, either way, how can you be both? I don't know. I guess I'll have to try that out. Excuse me while I go smoke.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Dear Miley and Mandy,
You suck. Stop making crappy videos. Stick to Hannah and being Hannah's back-up dancer. Fifteen year olds should not be as whory as you. Twenty year olds should not want to voluntarily hang out with fifteen year olds. Stop making videos. Your voices are horrible. I watch up from my worst nightmares in a cold sweat hearing Miley's horrible honking noise. I cry then. I really do. Why do you make me cry? Why do I deserve to be in such pain just because you live? Mandy - find a cliff and dance down to the bottom. Then, proceed to die. Miley - crawl back into your Tennesse cave where a proper exorcism can be performed and the goodie-goodie can come back. I'm sick of Slutty Miley.
(yes, I do love Hannah Montana.....no, that isn't my real name. I wish.)
P.S. Stop making stupid Hannah episodes - time travel? Come on, are you that desperate??
So, this is a post to say how much I hate my room. It's a big mess. If only I could just magically send it all to my other messy room, I would be so happy. I still have to do way too much. I hate the end of the year. I should be studying; instead I'm stuck cleaning up my room...fucking A. Oh well, I'll just flunk my test tomorrow. Or at least bullshit it quite well. I think I can make up a lot of stuff under pressure. I've done it before, and I'll do it again. Oh well.
Looking at the photo, I really miss the Beatles. They seemed like so much fun. I wish I could have chilled with them. That would be a righteous time. Hells yes.