Wednesday, December 31, 2008

That Sick Feeling

I just got it. It's this like, "oh fuck" moment. When you go, shit, I'm not doing what I planned. When you feel ill to think about all around the moment. It's this stomach drops, pitless moment where you feel like, you're finishing last in a race you didn't know you were in. In some stupid competition you didn't know existed. I don't know the last time I felt this. But I just got it. It especially sucks getting it in the middle of the night when you know you can't do anything. It's like, someone's taken the moment you wanted. And you have no one to blame but yourself.

It's supposed to be me.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

When Did They Start Dating???????

Hyperventilation. What. The. Fuck. alsekfjsdlfjasdljfsljfs. Zooey Deschanel and Ben Gibbard. ENGAGED. Holy mother of emo!!! But, but, but. I mean, congrats, but why didn't I know they were dating??? I need to meet them both. I want to hug them. Then slightly molest Ben Gibbard. No fair. She gets that writing genius all to herself.

Excuse me why I go cry myself to sleep.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

This....Makes Me Feel Better......For Some Reason

These photos are probably a year apart, or maybe two. But Joe wore the same shirt all this time apart. Why should it matter to me or anyone else?

First, I want this shirt. I have wanted it since seeing Joe wear it in September.

Second, he kept it. He has all the money in the world to wear something new every goddamn day yet he wears this shirt because it's one of his favorites, apparently. It makes me feel like he's a normal guy.

Third, someone find me this shirt. Since it's old, it'll be hella hard to find. I guess I know the solution. Go find Joe, and ask him myself. I bet he doesn't get that question often.

The Three BAMFS of Batman

And no, not Heath Ledger. While he played a cool character, a Bad Ass Mother Fucker is more of a hero who is fucking awesome. Ledger was simply fucking scary ass cool. A FSAC if you will. No, no, a CAMF. Crazy Ass Mother Fucker. There. I've just made a new word. You better recognize. If you use that, ten bucks to me. I'm going to patent that shit.

Anyways, the three BAMFs are as follows:

Gary Oldman
Christian Bale
Michael Caine

In no order, naturally. Obviously Bale is on the list, he's the coolest Batman ever. I just love how he's always playing the playboy when really he's this amazing symbol saving society. I love his other persona. Makes me smile.

Gary Oldman is just fucking BOSS. I mean, I was not really into him when he played Sirius but now I loooove him. I cried in the Dark Knight. Ask Finnish Spitz. I was really emotional when he...well, I can't spoil it. When he left the screen, we'll say.

And how about Michael Caine? I mean, seriously. Dude has a complete backstory for Alfred and he doesn't even need to. I love him. I want to meet him. SOOO bad. Any of these BAMFs. I'd take any of them. :D

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Tips for Packing for Winter Break

Pack pants. You'd think this would be an easy, obvious thing, but clearly not for me. I'm the kind of gal who left every pair of pants she owns at her dorm room. Kudos to a close mall and cheap pants at Forever 21.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Dick In A Gift Bag

Am I the only one who thought that upon seeing this pic?

Yeah, I thought so.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Mind Significantly Blown

I was watching some video on the most inspirational speeches in movies. Many connected to Orlando Bloom.(Kingdom of Heaven[gosh, I saw that on opening day, and I can't remember a single moment in that damn movie], LOTR, POTC[if you don't know those acranyms, then jump in front of a bus, k?], and Troy) But really, that wasn't what blew my mind(because seriously, Orlando Bloom =/=Inspirational Speech-maker. Hot beyond belief, yes, but not good on the inspiration. Well, he did inspire me a lot. Inspired me to buy a lot of things that I do not wear, need, and will show to any person now). Now, that I've gotten really off-track, I come to one of the greatest speeches EVER.

Oh Captain, My Captain.

Seriously, how cannot that get you? Gosh, after seeing that movie like three times in one year in different classes(my sophomore year was the year of the Dead Poets Society, true fact.), I was in love. It was such a touching story. Soooo heartbreaking, but so...inspiring.

ONTD said something of interest that made me think of tragic story of Neil Perry. Determined to be an actor, and forced by his father to do medicine, he killed himself(I can't even remember how, but he went kinda cookoo. Look at the picture below.)

I really never noticed him, like, at all. The actor I mean. But ONTD told me something of interest that still blows my mind.

Where is young Neil Perry now? Huh? Where did he end up?

Oh I don't know, being the saner but less cool half of the niftiest Bromance on tv today(Ted/Marshall/Barney are the awesomest).

Neil Perry ended up being a doctor!!!!!! The irony!!!!! My mind is blown to bits on this relevation. Which isn't good, because I still have another final to take. What if my mind is so blown I can't remember what the answers are? I can't even remember what's on the test!!!! Fuck me. Time to go study some more.

I wanna watch Dead Poets Society. Who's got it, and who's gonna let me watch it over break? ;)

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Obvious Much?

I love the boys. We've had falling outs all the damn time. And I rarely read Jonas Secrets. But everyone was up in arms over this:

Win, on the account they made a Jonas Secret. Fail, on the account of making it so goddamn obvious. It doesn't look shopped, but who knows. I hope it isn't. It gives me faith in the boys.

Oh, and I BET Joe did this. He seems like the one. Especially the one who would cap himself.

That's Enough, Jessica Alba(Part 4)

Dear Jessica Alba,

I warned you. You were supposed to stop acting. And what do you do to get back at me??? Get a gig on The Office? Oh, it's on. I swear to God I'm gonna hire an assassin to get you wounded so you can't do the episode. Because I won't leave an innocent baby motherless. Maybe I'll paralyze you so you can never act. I just can't believe. WHORE!!!!

Why do you have to go on and murder The Office? It was already going downhill, you're going to kill it!!!!!!

Excuse me while I go mourn The Office.



Widow of the Office

Tips On Taking a Final


It reduces the chance of being completely mortified when the phone goes off.

Oh, and don't have your ringtone saying your name. Even more awkward.

This might be funnier if I was making it all up. All true, all me. UGH.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Another Joke

What does a Canadian wish for when they blow out the candles on their birthday cake?

They're too scared to do it!(or something along those lines)

A Joke

How many Canadians does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

In scared Canadian accent: "Oh no, who turned out the lights???"

Am I The Only One Who Hates Harry Connick Jr?

I think I am. I cannot stand that man. I do not find him any bit cute, and I really don't know about his singing, I just hate him. ONTD is going all nuts on how much they love him. And I feel like I want to hurl. Seriously, Harry Connick Jr. is fug as hell.

What The Fuck is....

....Twitter? Please, someone fucking explain it to me. I'm lost. I really need help on this one.

Jorma Taccone is Married

What. The. Fuck? He was the dorky adorable guy I wanted to marry. Fucking bitch. I hate this woman. I really do. I'm actually really upset now(but not just about this) but damn, this just brought me to rock bottom. Fuck me. :(

At least Andy Samberg is still free, right? Please say so.

Adding this in because it's a new hit: I just jizzed in my pants. Laugh Out Loud. I laugh at how popular it is, not at the actual skit. The real skit kinda creeped me out.

Blame It On The Book

I wasn't the only one. It's almost nice knowing that.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Who Knew?

Bob Saget was such a badass? Like, he got in trouble for saying bad stuff on the Full House set. And he was a workaholic. Really, he was a bamf. No lie. I like, totally like him now. No fucking lie.

I miss Full House. I fucking love that show.

The Evolution/De-Evolution of a Word

Me and Finnish Spitz love the show "How I Met Your Mother." It's an awesome show, if you don't watch it. Go watch it. No, really. I'm serious. I'll beat you if you don't watch it. Jason Segel? Genius. NPH? Legen-wait for it-dary. Robin Sparkles? Um, let's go to the mall! TODAY! Ted Mosby, architect? Pfft, yeah. Lily? She's funny. haha. So please, go watch it. I'm serious. I want to hear people go watch the show, and fall in love. Because you will.

Anyways, if you've noticed, the title of the show is kinda long. Thus, we said HIMYM. Pronounced him-yim. For some time, we enjoyed our little name. No one understood when we said it. So then we'd explain it to said person, and try to sneak in an episode to get people hooked.

Then the word got ruined.

How, you ask? By people saying, "that's not how it's pronounced." And overuse and mispronounciation by a certain parental unit.

Once, it was something so special and beloved by me and Finnish Spitz, and now? It's soo fucking annoying. I miss the special times me and Finnish Spitz had with the word.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Fuck My Life

Barely any money. A dead phone. In need of a new computer.

It must be the holidays.

Look At it

I have no life. I really don't. Therefore.....

demi style source

humor me, will you?

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

New Moon Casting

Something I saw on ONTD which really made me laugh. It's too true.

Summit getting RPattz to do "New Moon."

SE: We want you to be Edward again.
RPattz: Did you not see the shit talking I've been doing for the past few months? No.
SE: We'll up your salary by $10 mil.
RPattz:...Fuck my life.

Those get me every time.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Epic Kitty

Finnish Spitz led me to this amazing cat. I want it i want it i want it i want it. Did you get that? I want it! Not that I don't love my cats, but seriously, they like, must not love me anymore. They're all over my dad now. I want a cat for my dorm. A pretty Scottish Fold. They're soooo cute! I mean, look at this cat! It has fucking blog. How epic is that? I'm jealous. I want my cat to have a blog. She does get the cover of all my Christmas cards. Though she hates when I dress her up. Seriously, what cat wouldn't want to be dressed up in a Playboy shirt? Or a Santa outfit? Pfft.

Here is Epic Kitty:

Friday, December 5, 2008

Wanted: A Secure Third Year

I'm a person who lives at the bottom. I expect things to fall apart. I've always been like that. The first time my plans for UPark fell through, I was hurt, but hey, I got through it. The second time I wasn't too upset. I kinda expected it. For some reason, everyone thinks that living with me will ruin a friendship? Am I that like, um, messed up? Damn. I had no idea.

Anyways, now I really don't know what to do. I kinda want to live off campus because of the freedom, but I don't have anyone to find an apartment with, so I'd need to go and find a group already formed. Which I might do. It'll be....interesting. I thought this one place was nice, but then I saw that rent is 725 a month. Mother fucker. I am not made of fucking money, let me tell you. I think even like, 400 is a lot. I'm a cheapo, what can I say?

Then I kinda want to live on campus. I mean, the problems I would have are like, done with. But then again, I want the freedom of living off campus and being completely independent. I hate these kind of decisions. I mean, either way, I'm alone, and stuck with people I don't know. Curse people like my one sister who makes everything so goddamn easy. I mean, no offense to her, but out of five kids, four of us know that life isn't like, amazingly awesome. She's like fucking blessed, I swear. It's kinda annoying, because her life is what I want, and I know I'll never have. Seriously. Maybe I make things too complicated or something, because sometimes I wonder, should things like friends really be this difficult? Eh.

Off topic. Ok, going back onto that. I need opinions. And seriously, tell me you're reading, because I get all conscious and then I feel like I'm talking to crickets. I like to know I have more than three readers(my one sister, Finnish Spitz and S). I wonder about the rest of ya'll.

Really. What should I do? Or rather, what would YOU do if you were in my situation? I'm giving myself this weekend to decide.

Dear Undisclosed Bitch

Dear Undisclosed Bitch,

Thought I'd write this. I'm not really angry at you. Just kinda, observing things. You know, this time last year, we were going to the mall a bunch and having a good time. I thought it would only get better than that. Yeah, it didn't. Somewhere along the long, you stopped talking to me, and then the summer hit. Nothing huh? Yeah, that happens over the summer. But I thought at least with you near me this year, we'd be better. Just a little bit. I see less of you now. Three steps. You don't even acknowledge me if I'm around. i got replaced real fast. I really trusted you, you know? Like, I told you things I didn't tell other people. We got each other birthday and Christmas presents. And this year? You didn't even wish me a happy fucking birthday. I mean, fuck. Is it that fucking hard? To write a few measly letters on a facebook wall? Really, now. And I even saw you! I think you saw me. I don't know. But we're down to the point you don't even acknowledge I exist. Goddamn. I know we weren't really great friends, but it just feels like the biggest snub I've ever seen. I sound like the one girl in Mean Girls, but I wish we could go back to being friends and all that stuff, because I never thought I'd really miss it. I'm not saying this is your fault, but I spend all this time in my room, and it's not bad anymore with my roommate, but, it used to be we were this trio. But I got replaced a few times over. It sucks.


An afterthought.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

What A Grammy Means

So I have heard a ton of times that Grammys are like, not really that great anymore. That they don't support the real artists, and just represent the older artists and forget about newer ones. Or that they give out a lot of awards(110 does seem a bit much, doesn't it?) But really, in my opinion, this is the pinnacle of the music industry. I mean, they're like the Oscars of Music.

So the fact that the Jonas Brothers were nominated for a Grammy, Best New Artist, is clearly a big deal. I don't think Disney, or Hollywood Records, has ever had a nominee. It's a big deal. I mean, go onto wikipedia and look at nominees and winners. The Beatles won this award 33 years ago. I mean, these performers are relevant. If you look at every one of them, almost all have had more than one hit, more than one good record, and are not a fleeting thing. I wouldn't care if they lost, which knowing the way the Grammys have voted probably will happen, I think that the nomination in itself is a big thing. Not everyone is nominatedl. Real artists are nominated. I mean, it's a big deal. Yes, the Grammys have had some faults, but what award show hasn't? Jennifer Hudson anyone? Yeah, exactly.

Anyways, I hope the Jonas Brothers take this and hold it dear. They've got competition. This year, I think, is full of great nominees. Seven nominations for Coldplay, and some for Death Cab for Cutie. Three of my favorite bands. I mean, the Jonas Brothers are going as Best New Artist in their third album. I just wish they were going farther away from Disney,and not closer. They deserve every bit of success they have, but Grammy winners for Best New Artist should not be Disney. You don't see Miley getting one, do you?

Hold up. Upon further investigation, I hope they don't win. Bad curse. Don't win, and I'll be happy. Nomination is good enough. Hell, they'll probably win. I just don't know.

Miley Sang A Hannah Song

To me, this is hella annoying. At the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree Lighting, Miley Cyrus performed "Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree" which was released last year, under Hannah Montana. This year she released "Santa Claus is Coming To Town" under Miley Cyrus. This really bothers me. Because they're two different people. I know they're not two separate people, but the music is different, the hair and the clothing is different, thus, different people. She's the only person to have dual success, unlike Chris Gaines and Garth Brooks(lmao[which I have never typed in my life, until now] such a fail).

Anyways, it just bothers me. She should've either sung the Miley song, or sung as Hannah. You can't have both! Well, actually she can, but not here. It just really bothers me, I don't exactly know why. Keep the personas separate. Because once they melt together, all will be lost. The apocalypse might come, who knows.

Teenie Converse Wearers, Just GTFO

You know, I was thinking about this last night. Converse. Such a part of fashion now, right? Demi Lovato mentions them in her song, and I mean, every Disney kid rocks them, and any person who thinks they're semi-cool wears them. Recently, people only get them because KStew, Miley, Nick and Joe Jonas, Demi, Selena, all of those kids wear them.

That pisses me off.

I mean, I remember when I was one of the first(if not first) to wear Converse in my high school. I remember the moment just as if it was yesterday. A Gadzook's at the Lancaster Mall. I remember my parents telling me how I used to wear them when I was little(I will have the same pair of ones I had one day, I swear). I was fascinated. For my birthday, I got black satin ones. I have never come across them again. They had purple chinese fabric on the inside. I loved them. Too much.

My second pair was high top green. Yeah, I had them way before Nick Jonas did. I loved those too. My third was a tri-pink. I got new laces for all three, and being the cool kid that I was, I wore two different ones at a time. I brought that shit back. No one at my school wore them, at least not to my knowledge. I was a visionary. I helped bring along Converse again.

And now, what are they? A staple. Everyone has a pair. Well, a good amount. That's all well and awesome for Converse, but I just feel like people wear them now because everyone else wears them. People get the regular low black. That was perhaps my fifth pair. I ventured with different colors. I was known for my Converse. I think I counted I had nine pair. I would wear the six pair i've had since ninth grade but they cramp my toes together and it hurts and wrecks them. I'm slowly building up my collection again. I had stopped wearing them for years because of the toe problem. If I had known to simply get a size bigger, I'd have a lot more.

This wasn't just a post to show off how many Converse I have. It's just, I know it's a pair of shoes(actually, no it's not, Shoes are my life), but they shaped my teenage years. I was so proud to wear them, and I felt like such an individual. I was that kid who wore the crazy shoes. That was ME. I loved it. Because I loved them. I never wore them because everyone else did. Never! If I thought they were cute, I was getting them. Yes, I have bought pairs other people wear, but not because they wore them. Because they were cute. There is a difference, dammit. I just feel like now, all those teenies who have to have the high top green converse because Nick wears them, or people wear the low black ones because Miley or Demi wear them. God, so annoying. Have some individuality. Like the shoes for shoes, not because of what they say about you.

Sorry, end of my rant.

Who Loves Finnish Spitz? I Love Finnish Spitz!

Ha, I hit post originally with no text. Silly me. Oh well.

Anyways, it only took.....I'm gonna say 9 hours. But the lovely and great Finnish Spitz of The Drowsy Observer got me Anchorman. If any of you people noticed, this last two weeks, I have been dying to watch this movie. Kinda ever since I left Kim's and had watched there. It's just a damn epic movie. I mean, Ron Burgundy. Brian Fantana. Champ Kind. Brick (crap I forget his last name!). Garth. Anchormen gang fight. Bear fight! Baxter. Glass Case of Emotion. Seriously, I could go all day long like this. I mean, come on. If you've never seen the movie, just go away. I'm hurt.

But really, the real winner of this post is Finnish Spitz. She took time out of her day, sick to add, to get me the movie. It really made my crappy day better. I mean, she was the highlight. :D

And I watched it earlier. I might watch it later. Today has been a good day. I won a Fanbolt contest. Yay for posters signed by the mean girl by 90210. Loves it. I need to get together all my autographs. Crap. I'll be framing this poster I guess. ;)

Anyways, go visist Finnish Spitz's blog. Link is above. Do it, or do nothing and be a loser.

Birthdays in Britmas

I forgot to wish Miss B. Spears a killer birthday. Her cd is incredible, and well, she just is. If only I could get to one of her damn concerts. SOOO peeved. Anyone wanna come to Newark with me? Seriously. I'm not faking. Dead serious here kids. I wanna go sooooo bad. UGH! I hate bad tour dates. It's like the Killers all over. motherfuckers.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

That's Enough, Jessica Alba(Part 3)

Dear Jessica Alba,

Haven't I told you this enough times??? Stop trying. Seriously. Take your baby and your baby daddy and just, get the fuck out of LA or anywhere a camera will find you. I mean, seriously, you can't act, you're not cool, and this dress? What, did you want to wear a blimp? I mean, fuck. Your whole outfit equals Fail. Just, go away. Please? I'll pay you.


Eyes Burnt Out