Oh lordy are they attractive. Nathan has gorgeous eyes. Matthew is adorable with fantastic dimples. Caleb is sex on legs (what a difference a haircut can make). And Jared is…*sighs* I didn’t know it was possible to fit that much hotness into one family.
I swear I’m going to be using that phrase do describe someone who’s UBER attractive for the rest of my life, or at least for the rest of the year. Some other girl would be like, “oooooh, he’s hott.” Then I’d go, “he’s so hot his sex is on fire.”
I would think that would be quite painful though.
Now that I think about it, that song makes a lot more sense.
But after briefly stating that Libby and I got tickets to Sasquatch earlier, I felt it obligatory to elaborate. Mom finally let Libby and I go one day by ourselves, since everyone else is LAME. She’s actually going to see a friend who lives down by the Gorge for the day while we rock our asses off.
Who I’m psyched to see:
KINGS OF LEON (duh)
Yeah Yeah Yeahs
The Decemberists
Bon Iver
M. Ward
Devotchka
Vince Mira (this awesome kid who sounds exactly like Johnny Cash. Look him up – it’s kind of amazing)
Owl City
Tim and Eric
Oh and…CRYSTAL CASTLES! They just got added to the dance tent. I’m so ready to dance my ass off to some Alice Glass.
There was actually a scene in Skins where Crystal Castles was playing at one of Bristol’s many raves. Scene from “Sid,” series 2. This scene actually almost made me cry, but you’ll see if out of context, so it doesn’t make that much sense.
I still would have liked to see Demetri Martin, but it’s nice enough that I get a new set of funnies from him once a week on Important Things. That’s quenched my thirst for new jokes enough. That alphabet mnemonic was wicked.
Anyway, I need to write a paper comparing and contrasting Ed Wood and Day for Night. It might be a bit of a chore, since Hollywood Video didn’t have Day for Night. Great. I’ll just have to go from memory from last quarter. Gah.
I freaking love the new series of Skins. And I finally found episode 6, “Naomi,” last night at like…midnight. I felt like I’d share it with you, because this was one of the best episodes yet, except there was a complete lack of Freddie. That’s alright, because Naomi and Emily are perfect.
They won’t embed, so here’s the link. Streamskins.com They have all the episodes from the three series, so if you feel like taking a gander at Dev Patel’s first shot at acting, it’s all there.
Enjoy!
I probably shouldn’t get so obsessed with a show that only lasts ten episodes per season, and then the cast will probably change every two years, but it’s so amazing that in England, they have a show that doesn’t give a fuck about how racy it is, because that’s how a lot of teenagers lives happen. That’s the problem with the FCC. They keep real life off television. It’s so funny, because this lifetime movie was on the other day that I stumbled upon, and it was called “Cyber Seduction” (I know, the shittiest title ever), but it had Jeremy Sumpter (Peter Pan) as this high school student who was obsessed with looking at internet porn, and in the movie, the “porn” that he was looking at was merely scantily clad ladies. Not even naked ladies, or people having sex. Like ads for underwear. Lifetime decided to tackle an issue like addiction to porn, and they didn’t even allude to what porn actually is. Fucking FCC. It’s not like Lifetime comes with basic cable either.
Why do the English do everything better? The music surely is. I think the only thing that they don’t do well is food. The Italians kick ass in that department, and then the Far East. I love pork dumplings.
Anyway.
This song is on the promo for series 3 of Skins, and TV on the Radio are also going to Sasquatch this year, and it would awesome and fantastic and magnificent if someone would fucking go with my sister and I, because my mom’s being a twat and won’t let us go by ourselves. TV on the Radio – Halfway Home
I’ve been waiting around for three hours for someone across the pond to upload episode 6 of Skins tonight, which aired at 10 p.m. UK time. Which is….um…8 hours ahead of us. It’s not like the internet goes on a delay for the different time zones. No, I was able to find out who won Top Chef last night at 8 o’clock my time, but I didn’t, because I wanted to be surprised.
And boy was I surprised. Both sadly and pleasantly surprised. I really really really wanted Carla to win, but after she gave into Casey’s suggestions, I knew she was screwed. Carla needed to cook her food, and she didn’t.
And Stefan was an ass. The thing I didn’t like about Stefan was that because he was so cocky, he never really seemed to stride for greatness. He always seemed like he was half-assing everything. His food didn’t reflect that so much, but his attitude did. Hosea always tried his hardest. And he was never really unpleasant. He was always a nice person. So Carla was Mom’s and my favorite from the beginning, but Hosea was my second favorite, so it ended out nicely.
Speaking of Top Chef, Fabio was on Ellen today, and he made this actually tasty-looking tofu dish. And Ellen drank almost an entire bottle of gran marnier. Quite hysterical. I’m excited to see the reunion next week. Maybe not quite as excited as I’ll be once someone posts episode 6 online, but that’s beside the point.
I rediscovered my journal this morning, and I hate that I leave months between entries. The last entry – seriously – was October 2, right after McCain picked Sarah Palin has his running mate, and that’s what I blabbered on about. I had just started school, and was still working at Petco. I don’t want to leave these huge chunks. But then again, that’s what the blogs are for.
But in a way, I’ve forgotten how to journal, because the thing with a journal is that you can truly write whatever the fuck you want. There is no censor, no filter, no audience. I don’t want to do that again, leave a good 5 months between entries. If I keep going at that rate, all the journals I have now will last me the rest of my life.
I will end on this mnemonic. It’s fucking hilarious. Again, I ❤ Demetri Martin.
Always Beware of Cats Darting Erratically Forward Going Halfway Into Jungles, Kathy, Lest Mopey Neighbors Open Poorly Quilted Radioactive Sunlamps To Ultra-Violet Waves or X-rays, Yo Zach!
Yes, it is a mnemonic for the alphabet, in case you forget.
Also, I have two days to figure out who’s going to Sasquatch with me, or else the price of the tickets will go up after the first day. I’m going, so I need at least 2 more people to go. Preferably three.
Yeah, this song makes me laugh, especially when Jemaine breaks a smile on the basketball court. It’s hot.
It’s freaking hilarious.
I’m glad I can count on Flight of the Conchords every week to make me laugh. Unlike other shows that aren’t consistently funny or satisfying (GREY’S ANATOMY). I just wish that our BBC got more shows than Doctor Who.
Like Skins.
So, I’m officially OBSESSED with the third series. Mostly because Pandora is hilarious, Cook is insane and Freddie is FINE. I mean…OH. MY. GAWD.
Sighs.
I absolutely hate Effy, because she shags everyone, but I’m pretty sure I could watch this ridiculous show all day. If you’re computer savvy enough or just happen to live in the UK, you should take a gander. Although, I must warn you. It’s not a very tween or parent-friendly show. Or if you self-shelter yourself. It’s pretty damn racy still in the third series. But it’s got really good music this series, especially in episode 5. And attractive english-italian boys.
I’ve recently discovered The Script, a Irish band. They’re quite good. Almost remind me of One Republic mixed with The Fray and a dash more hip-hop feel. Odd mix, but it works.
So, last night was FANTASTIC! I wasn’t expecting much from Hugh, since John Stewart did just an awesome job last year, but Jackman brought the house down!
The musical is back!
My favorite part of the whole night – apart from when Slumdog won best picture and Dev Patel was holding Rubina up on stage so she could see over everyone and he started to cry – was all the montages dedicated to romance, comedy, action, and documentary genres of the year. I could not stop laughing when Seth Rogan and James Franco got all awkward when they watched the scene from Milk. I love them. And my sister just about shit herself when I screamed for her to come downstairs to see RPattz present romance for 2008. Damn he’s nice to look at, but can’t speak for shit.
There were a couple times that I teared up – the first being when Heath Ledger’s family came to accept his award for best supporting actor, when Dustin Lance Black accepted the award for best original screenplay, and when Sean Penn accepted for best actor. I was unaware of the protesting going on outside the awards pre-show, and when my mom filled me on what exactly he was talking about, I got really sad. I just thought he was being cheeky when he called the whole theater a bunch of “commie-loving homo son-of-a-guns.” It made me really sad, but at the same time, really happy that he won. I was inspired by the return of Mickey Rourke and all his glory, but I thought that Sean Penn was amazing as Harvey Milk. For a pretty damn outspoken straight man to play an optimistic gay man – Harvey Milk – and not do it mockingly at all is pretty awesome.
I think all the films that should have won did – Benjamin Button cleaned out mostly in the pre-production stuff, the visual and technical stuff, but Slumdog won 8 out of the 10 nominations they had. One of which being the other song that was nominated, so it couldn’t have 10/10 either way.
Now onto the fashion. Specifically I noticed that lots of women were wearing silvery or white ensembles. And lots of mermaids. Not a big fan of fabric explosions, but maybe that’s just me.
BEST DRESSED
Penelope Cruz
Come on, a 60-year-old dress? And it still looks this good? The shape wasn’t too billowy like SJP, yet not too flat. Very classy. Penelope was purely stunning.
Anne Hathaway
I liked it because as sparkly as it was, the dress wasn’t flashy. Simple hair with a red lip paired with her porcelain complexion, Anne looked like a doll on the red carpet.
Amy Adams
I really liked the geometric shapes on the bodice, and red is surely her color. The necklace wasn’t overpowering because of the simplicity of her hair and makeup.
Angelina Jolie (and Brad Pitt)
Honestly, I thought her dress was kind of average, but the shock of green on her ears made the dress pop, and it can’t hurt if you’ve got a gorgeous man on your arm.
Evan Rachel Wood
One would never know that Evan was dating Marilyn Manson a year ago, and she was all gothed out. Certainly not last night, is this stunning white gown. Similar to Natalie Portman wrapped bodice, but with Anne Hathaway’s porcelain skin.
Natalie Portman
Yet another simple but beautiful style. Not many people would go with this color, but it works. As does the faux-wrapped bodice. Love her.
Frieda Pinto
I love her, and this blue number suits her wonderfully. The color on her skin tone and the almost Indian-inspired jeweling makes perfect sense.
WORST DRESSED
Reese Witherspoon
Why, Reese, why? The dark makeup paired with the confusing construction and odd fades of blue looked a mess on stage. It looks like it was a pretty dress at one point, but then got torn apart and reconstructed poorly.
Jessica Biel
It looked like a sack. That’s all.
Beyonce
WTF? I’m all for showing off the curves, but this is just ridiculous. Uber tight and a strange upholstery fabric, this dress misses the mark by far too much. Sasha Fierce wasn’t all that fierce last night.
Viola Davis
Prom anyone? The color wasn’t the greatest on her skin tone, and it made her look really shiny, and not in a good way.
Heidi Klum
Heidi Klum wore this. Seriously. Too little fabric, too much bling, and too much red. Red shoes paired with a red dress? Come on Heidi. You know better.
Amanda Seyfried
Sadly enough, RPattz out-beautified her up on stage when they presented romance 2008. The bow is awkward and overpowering and the length makes her look about 3 feet tall.
HIT OR MISS? YOU DECIDE.
Marisa Tomei
The dress is beautiful, but Marisa looked incredibly uncomfortable in it. She didn’t really “make it work” as Tim Gunn would say.
Miley Cyrus
Honestly, I wanted Miley to show up looking like a hot mess, but when I saw this, I paused. I’m not sure exactly what to say about it, because she doesn’t look bad, but the sequins may be too overwhelming.
Jennifer Aniston
Dress:GORGEOUS. Jenn:a little too plain. Her hair could have used a little more oomph and the complete lack of any sort of accessory makes the look unfinished.
I’ve made yet another soundtrack to a movie that is yet to be made. Cause I’m lame. And I’d never be able to afford the rights to all these songs. Yeah. Sure.
1. Boarded Doors- The Morning Benders
2. I’m Good, I’m Gone- Lykke Li
3. Altered Beast- We Are Scientists
4. Let’s Vanish- Oxford Collapse
5. Professional Suicide- Ladyhawke
6. Everything- A Cursive Memory
7. Rosie’s On Fire- Boy Kill Boy
8. Taken For A Ride- Tally Hall
9. Black Hole- She & Him
10. Like Eating Glass- Bloc Party
11. Phantom Pt. II- Justice
12. Worth the Wait- We Are Scientists
13. The Sex Has Made Me Stupid- Robots In Disguise
14. Stress- Justice
15. Stay Where You Are- Ambulance LTD
16. Tonight- We Are Scientists
17. Be Somebody- Kings of Leon
18. An End Has A Start- Editors
19. Textbook- We Are Scientists
20. Flowers & Football Tops- Glasvegas
21. Credits- Gavin Castleton
I really am lame. I’m in the middle of writing my paper of the self-identity of Johnny Depp’s Ichabod Crane in Sleepy Hollow. I have the coolest assignments. I get to watch movies – specifically movies with Johnny Fucking Depp in them. I rock.
This is really short, but I will MOST DEFINITELY BE BACK TONIGHT after the Oscars, because I’m so damn excited. Although, my sister is only excited because I’ve read the Robert Pattinson will be a presenter, and Zac Efron will apparently be apart of a musical medley towards the end. I’m not sure why the fuck why, but it will surely get good ratings. Surely.
I might even live blog the awards on my Twitter page, since it won’t really be spoiling anything for anyone, since we’re on the west coast and we’re the last ones to see it anyway. It’s like at 5 over on the east coast and 8 over here. Ugh.
I’ve returned from Port Townsend, and it was nice to go away for even one day. One day to escape the homogenous society that is Gig Harbor. I need to take day trips more often, because it makes the day so much longer, even though we spent an hour and a half in the car.
My mother, my sister, her best friend Courtney and I all stayed in room 19 at the Tides Inn, the same inn from An Officer and A Gentleman, where Richard Gere and Debra Winger did the dirty-dirty and Sid killed himself. They actually have room 10 labeled the “Officer and a gentleman suite.”
Seriously.
It’s like “come stay here, Richard Gere’s sexy naked ass was in this room!” At least that’s what it seemed like when they pointed out that the “love scene was filmed in its entirety here.” It’s funny.
We couldn’t have asked for nicer weather, which was wonderful, since we walked for hours yesterday, along main street and along the beach. I spent a good long while trying to remake some shots from the movie, but 27 years of erosion changed the beach a little, and the inn had been expanded since 1982. There still was this old log on the beach that was in the movie, which was cool. It felt like the Goonie house, but cooler, because it was in Washington.
I can’t remember the name of the cafe we went to, but I had the most delectable sandwich I’d had in a long while – smoked gouda, turkey, lettuce and avocado mayonnaise on a ciabatta roll. And it was all toasted. Tasty. Tasty.
I fucking love Port Townsend. They have the coolest shops. My sister actually bought a buddha lamp, one that featured the quintessential portly buddha, only he was giving a peace sign. Bad. Ass. What was also badass was this little shop called the Writer’s Workshop next to a bead store and a yarn store. They had all these books about how to be a better writer, and little did I know, Lynne Truss made a illustrated version of Eats, Shoots and Leaves. It’s the cutest thing ever. Or maybe only I think it’s cute.
Oh, come on. Commas DO matter.
The woman that owned this store also sold t-shirts that people had made on cafepress, like “Use your words,” “Revise: you know you want to,” “Oh, this is so going in my next novel,” and other witty word-related phrases….wait, all phrases are word-related. Nevermind. Shirts for word nerds. Periodical workshops for writers and poets and such were also held in this little room. I think the woman gave me a pamphlet. I collected a lot of pamphlets yesterday. About the oldest record store in Washington, and the Port Townsend Film Festival. I’d like to go to that, because The Rose Theatre directly competes with the Orchard in Port Orchard for the award for Washington’s cutest theatre. I keep telling my mom that I want to own a old-fashioned movie theater when she gets old and I have no money. Before every film, someone comes and does a complete introduction of the film, almost reviewing it – giving blurbs from the director and other critics. Specifically, we went and saw Rachel Getting Married last night, and it was wonderful. As the woman told us before the movie started, it felt like the realist and most beautiful home movie ever. And Anne Hathaway was great in it. What was so ironic was that when we got back to room 19, we turned the TV on to see if ER was on yet – I’LL GET TO THAT IN A MINUTE – and The Princess Diaries was on Lifetime.
Seriously.
Thankfully, we got to bed at a decent time – unaware that I was missing Conan – but we still had enough sleep to get up in time for me to get back to go to this Sustainability Summit at UPS. However, I only stayed for the keynote speaker. I didn’t feel like sounding like an idiot trying to talk to people who actually came because they wanted to. I went to this thing for a grade – and that’s it. I have to go again tomorrow to give a presentation tomorrow. Oh joyous occasion!
OKAY NOW TO MY TV FRIENDS.
ER. OH. MY. GOD.
Dr. Carter is back and it makes me so happy! But he has fucking cancer. Cancer? CANCER! And here I thought that ER was going to end it’s phenomenal 15 year run happily. George Clooney’s gonna come back to make an appearance, so it has to be kinda happy. Seeing Dr. Ross’s face again would make anyone happy. Dr. Carter can’t die. Then there would have been no reason for him to come back to County. I would have been just as satisfied if he didn’t come back than if he did and then DIED.
Someone who also CANNOT DIE is Izzie. Isobel Stevens, you stupid lovesick doctor – all those amazing times having sex with a ghost was only a figment of your fucked-up brain. You’re sick. Tell someone. Tell Alex. Tell George. Give George a reason to be on the show, because right now he’s such a secondary character it’s ridiculous. I don’t blame T.R. Knight for wanting to get out, because he doesn’t get more than 5 minutes on screen anymore, and it’s depressing, because he’s always been my favorite character.
He should just quit and go be happy with his fetus.
Seriously, Mark Cornelson is like 20. And T.R. is 35. But they’re cute. Age is only a number.
Grey’s Anatomy has been making me so mad lately, because it’s almost like when Shonda Rhimes has an idea for a character, she puts all the other storylines on either hold or repeat. When Mer and Derek were having issues with their serial killer patient, Izzie was having sex with a non-existent Denny for episodes at a time. That story went on WAY too long. And Alex doesn’t even matter anymore. George doesn’t even matter. Cristina almost doesn’t matter without Meredith. And Izzie, is…well, Shonda is paying Katie Heigl back for saying that she didn’t have the material to submit her name for Emmy consideration last year. Either they had the plan to give her the most material to work with, or give her the most fucked up storyline that ever existed on television.
This makes me sad, that my show is going down in depressing, sappy, ridiculous flames. But I can’t abandon them now. I won’t. Like Alex once said, “they’re just going through a bad patch.”
And I hope desperately that the bad patch is almost over. At least I just found out that the final three episodes of Pushing Daisies will play at the PaleyFest09 in Cali this year. I’ll have to find an illegal copy after they air in April. And Flight of the Conchords is still good. As is 30 Rock. And Lost. And American Idol is here, finally getting to the talent.
And Conan’s final episode at 30 Rockerfeller Plaza is tonight. So watch it. And record it. I’ll be sad, but Conan will be back in LA on June 1st. I hope Jimmy Fallon doesn’t bomb.
That was a really long post. But I’ll leave you with something funny.
Oh, and I should probably explain what the hell money has to do with groins.
I was asleep in the car on the way to Port Townsend yesterday, and as I was half waking up, Mom and Libby were discussing Libby diving more for balls in volleyball, and my mom said she’d pay Libby to dive, and I swear I heard her talk about paying her to do the splits too, so I woke up in almost a tourettes moment and said “money doesn’t mean anything if you break your groin!” in direct response to Mom’s remark about the splits.
I’m so anxious for Harry Potter. It’s driving me crazy. Every time I see a new preview it makes me more anxious. HBP was my favorite book too. I wish I had a time machine to travel to July. GAH!
But you know what’s awesome and fantastic and freaking badass?
Ken Griffey Jr. is returning to the Mariners for the end of his career! Finally, after weeks of speculation of whether or not he’d be signing with the Atlanta Braves or us, he decided to end his career where he started it when he was 19. It’s nice to know that people still care about our little fledgling baseball team, the one that sucked almost worse than any other team this last season. The one that 8 years ago tied the record for the most games won in a season. Griffey will reinvigorate Seattle, and I’m definitely getting tickets to opening day. It will be awesome. I seriously haven’t been to a game in over a year, and that one game was the last one I’d been to in a couple years. I’m pretty sure I went to a game right before I left for SMU last year with my dad.
But it’s exciting. As is my trip to Port Townsend tomorrow. I needed to get away from Gig Harbor. Mom, Libby, Courtney and I are taking a day trip over there since they have presidents’ break this whole week. We would have liked to go to Seaside for a few days over the weekend, but I realized yesterday that I have a environmental summit friday and saturday at UPS.
Ugh.
It’s 1:45, and Mom and I have been watching old recorded episodes of ER that we missed for about 3 hours, so I should go to sleep.
That one’s by Robots in Disguise. Shout out to Adrian for listing them on her list of albums that she couldn’t live without. They are fantabulous!
My mouth hurts. I went to the dentist this morning, and if you go to the dentist regularly, you know what they do. If you tell them that you don’t floss regularly, then they take that little metal toothpick thing and scratch the corners of your teeth until your gums bleed. Ouch. It hurts. And who can honestly say that they floss every day? It’s a hassle, and I never remember to. I barely remember to brush twice a day. But my teeth ache.
However, there’s one thing that counteracts the pain that my gums are feeling – the Sasquatch lineup was announced today! And as much as I HATE MYSELF for not getting the Flight of the Conchords tickets in time, I will get the Sasquatch tickets while they are cheap. Being that first day they are on sale – Feb. 28. So I have two weeks to find at least 2 other people to come with me besides my sister. And I also have a dilemma about which day to do, or to go all three days. But that paired with the prospect of having multiple people going is causing some problems. The three day passes cost $154 on the first day they are on sale, and that amount of money may be a hassle for my friends. I still have a good $2500 in my bank account from Amazon sales, paid time off, old Petco money, and from the Ledger. So I have a good surplus to save for Sasquatch, but I’m not paying for anyone else, but I’m not going by myself, but I’m going.
Ugh. So if you want to go, please tell me ASAP. And be sure that you can afford to go all three days. Saturday has Kings of Leon, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Decemberists, Bon Iver, and Tim and Eric Awesome show, Great job!. Sunday has Jane’s Addiction (with all the original members), Nine Inch Nails, TV On The Radio, Peter Bjorn and John, of Montreal, The Submarines, Zach Galifianakis, and Natalie Portman’s Shaved Head. Monday has Erykah Badu, Silversun Pickups, Fleet Foxes, Gogol Bordello, Santigold, Explosions In The Sky, Girl Talk, Beach House, Demetri Martin, and God’s Pottery. I missed the chance to see Flight of the Conchords, but I’m not losing the chance to see Demetri Martin. Or Kings of Leon. Caleb Followill is sex on legs. So is Jared.
But I have two weeks to figure this out, or else the tickets will go up thirty bucks from the original cheap ass price. I will have to figure out camping or living arrangements for the weekend, but I think the three-day camping pass for the car is $100, and if there are at least four people going, that would only be $25 per person for camping.
I’m going. You can tell me otherwise, but I’m going.
Wait, what about Coachella? Maybe…I’ll ponder more. Which one sounds more worth the money? And I’d have to drive to California. Hmmm…
You know what’s kind of a downer? Looking at the schedule for next quarter at school. This class that I need to take is on tuesdays and thursdays from 4:15-6:20, and none of the other classes that I want to take are on tuesdays and thursdays. Come to think of it, there are barely any classes being offered on tuesdays and thursdays in my major. And I’d prefer not to have class four days a week. I like two days. Two days is nice, and in case I do get a job next quarter (HOPEFULLY), I’ll have more availability, and that’s less days driving over the bridge. This sucks, but I’ll be signing up straight away when registration day comes, because I don’t want to get stuck with shitty classes. But I do have all my math credits done. Thank god. I like not having to take any stats or calc classes. The algebra I’ve had to do for my environment and energy class was bad enough.
I’ve probably bored you, but…
…this is the cutest kid ever. And one of the best songs ever.
THIS IS A TANGENT. 