So basically I'm the only person in the entire fricking world who hasn't seen Inception.
Right?
Buttttt. I will see it. Real soon. Family outing. And I look forward to comparing it with my predictions. I'm guessing I was totally completely 100% spot on and thus will be the only person not shocked.
Except not.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Staphylococcus aureus is my new BFF.
Dat's right, peeps. I went and got myself another staph infection.
It's pretty grody, not gonna lie. And this time it's on BOTH legs. Which is. . . ridic. But what's even worse (better?) is the pattern I'm beginning to establish. If I can only get a third, this will be statistically feasible.
Summer reading for high school English gives me staph infections.
How? I don't know. But somehow, whenever I venture outside in the summer (ok, so both times in the last two years) to read, this happens. The summer before tenth grade I was innocently reading The Joy Luck Club and as I recall I was doing some major hating on one of the characters and then I came inside and later I realized I had a very oddly placed and specific sunburn.
Long story, short: STAPH INFECTION.
This has just repeated itself with The Awakening even though I like all the characters. Booooo.
Worst part is, I can't go to the doctor for like another two days so I could very well die and that is not in my life plan so. Let's hope it doesn't happen. The good news is I found my BACTROBAN!!!! from my previous staph infection and it seems to be helping. That's a topical ointment thingy for all y'all non-staph connoisseurs out thurr.
I'm sure some legit staph connoisseurs do exist.
Like, it's their hobby. They're not even scientists or doctors or anything.
Moving on, methinks I'll discuss DEGRASSI TAKES MANHATTAN later because um yeah like what. I mean I liked it and all but I was a bit thrown by the marriage and twincest. Even if I liked those too. And it's not my fault they made two of the most attractive people siblings.
It's HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL all over again.
Except not...
It's pretty grody, not gonna lie. And this time it's on BOTH legs. Which is. . . ridic. But what's even worse (better?) is the pattern I'm beginning to establish. If I can only get a third, this will be statistically feasible.
Summer reading for high school English gives me staph infections.
How? I don't know. But somehow, whenever I venture outside in the summer (ok, so both times in the last two years) to read, this happens. The summer before tenth grade I was innocently reading The Joy Luck Club and as I recall I was doing some major hating on one of the characters and then I came inside and later I realized I had a very oddly placed and specific sunburn.
Long story, short: STAPH INFECTION.
This has just repeated itself with The Awakening even though I like all the characters. Booooo.
Worst part is, I can't go to the doctor for like another two days so I could very well die and that is not in my life plan so. Let's hope it doesn't happen. The good news is I found my BACTROBAN!!!! from my previous staph infection and it seems to be helping. That's a topical ointment thingy for all y'all non-staph connoisseurs out thurr.
I'm sure some legit staph connoisseurs do exist.
Like, it's their hobby. They're not even scientists or doctors or anything.
Moving on, methinks I'll discuss DEGRASSI TAKES MANHATTAN later because um yeah like what. I mean I liked it and all but I was a bit thrown by the marriage and twincest. Even if I liked those too. And it's not my fault they made two of the most attractive people siblings.
It's HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL all over again.
Except not...
Saturday, July 17, 2010
I am so tired.
So basically this is how all my summers go:
Until the end of May, I'm going to sleep by 11, waking up by 9, finding something productive to do, and everything is hunky dory (you can tell I'm tired when I dare to say hunky dory). Then one night for whatever reason I stay up past my bedtime and for the rest of the summer I don't go to bed until after three in the morning.
IT REALLY, REALLY SUCKS.
This year it was because one night I had a panic attack about college and I stayed up till like 4 a.m. on College Confidential which is a great resource if you have a few questions but an extremely dangerous rabbit hole if you're completely freaking insane like I am.
These days I'm up till God knows how early/late checking to see if anyone's reading my blog (they're not), if Books-A-Million's ever going to respond to my job application (they're not), or if my eyes will just jump ship because they can't take it anymore (jury's still out on that one).
Oh, and I also play the creepiest game ever.
At 3 in the morning.
So there are ghosts and shit jumping out at me refusing to be sent back to wherever they came from and all I wanna do is make it up the mountain but I'm tired and vicariously cold and once again IT REALLY, REALLY SUCKS.
My life, that is. The game's actually pretty cool and was surprisingly cheap so I can excuse it for freaking me out especially since my parents are on this whole "limiting how much money they give me thing." Because it's my fault I'm unemployable? Pssh. Anyway. I should know better than to think, "Hey, it's 3:12, let me pop in Cursed Mountain for a spot of pre-bed fun. I'll warm up some milk too!" I mean really.
Clearly, I have mad critical thinking skillz.
Except... not.
Until the end of May, I'm going to sleep by 11, waking up by 9, finding something productive to do, and everything is hunky dory (you can tell I'm tired when I dare to say hunky dory). Then one night for whatever reason I stay up past my bedtime and for the rest of the summer I don't go to bed until after three in the morning.
IT REALLY, REALLY SUCKS.
This year it was because one night I had a panic attack about college and I stayed up till like 4 a.m. on College Confidential which is a great resource if you have a few questions but an extremely dangerous rabbit hole if you're completely freaking insane like I am.
These days I'm up till God knows how early/late checking to see if anyone's reading my blog (they're not), if Books-A-Million's ever going to respond to my job application (they're not), or if my eyes will just jump ship because they can't take it anymore (jury's still out on that one).
Oh, and I also play the creepiest game ever.
At 3 in the morning.
So there are ghosts and shit jumping out at me refusing to be sent back to wherever they came from and all I wanna do is make it up the mountain but I'm tired and vicariously cold and once again IT REALLY, REALLY SUCKS.
My life, that is. The game's actually pretty cool and was surprisingly cheap so I can excuse it for freaking me out especially since my parents are on this whole "limiting how much money they give me thing." Because it's my fault I'm unemployable? Pssh. Anyway. I should know better than to think, "Hey, it's 3:12, let me pop in Cursed Mountain for a spot of pre-bed fun. I'll warm up some milk too!" I mean really.
Clearly, I have mad critical thinking skillz.
Except... not.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Welcome to Song Parody Thursday! #1 - "Love Story" by Taylor Swift
So basically I was like, "How do I begin this song parody business? What have I gotten myself into?" Then I realized I should just relax. Write what I know. And what I know is Taylor Swift.
One day maybe I'll detail my ardent love for T-Swift, who is for totes my hero. As it stands, today I will only present you with these lyrics. I'd sing em for you, but, you know, I'm really very bad at that.
"Too Gory"
I was so young and a bit stupid too.
Closing my eyes at the scary parts,
I'm sitting there,
Nervous and cold in conditioned air.
Dim the lights,
The movie starts as they go down.
Sound kicks in, the music is so loud
Can I still go?
Little did I know. . .
That I'd be screaming "no," with my face dripping sweat
as the ax killer ran after Juliet.
I'd have to cover half my face,
begging her, "Please don't go!"
And I said,
No one would take me,
So I came to see this alone.
Now I'm shaking.
This film really isn't fun.
I no longer care just who I might impress,
This movie's too gory,
I've become a hot mess.
I sneak out, I need to breathe and pee too,
I could leave now, not see this thing through.
I close my eyes,
tell myself I'll be alright.
I'm still screaming "no," and it's not getting better
Ax killer's still chasing after Juliet,
This is too much for me,
as I'm begging her, "Please don't go!"
And I said,
No one would take me,
So I came to see this alone.
Now I'm shaking.
This film really isn't fun.
I no longer care just who I might impress,
This movie's too gory,
I've become a hot mess.
Somebody save me,
I don't know how I'm supposed to feel.
It's difficult to accept that it's not real,
Hang on, though, seriously, I think I must confess
This movie's too gory,
I've become a hot mess.
I got tired of waiting
after all it was critically renowned.
First legal R film was baiting,
I thought I had to go see it now. . .
But I'll say,
Somebody save me,
I shouldn't have seen this alone
I keep waiting for the freaking end to come.
Is it really so bad? I don't know what to think,
The killer's ax is in the air for its final swing --
I said,
"Run away, Juliet!
Or your head will be alone!
He's gonna murder you
And that's all I really know."
Spoiler alert, the end is something you would never guess,
But the film is too gory
And it left me a hot mess.
Oh, oh, ohhhh. No, no, no.
I was so young and a bit stupid too. . .
So there you have it. The harrowing tale of a 17-year-old seeing her first R-rated movie alone and very nearly wetting herself.
Useless self-important plug: I have some "practice" songs (e.g. not terribly good lyrics I threw together) over here: http://www.helium.com/users/219561/show_articles?channel=24
They're not parodies, but if you can track down "The Pick-Up Song" it's fairly amusing.
Alrighty, well, I'll be back at a later time. Hope you like the song!
One day maybe I'll detail my ardent love for T-Swift, who is for totes my hero. As it stands, today I will only present you with these lyrics. I'd sing em for you, but, you know, I'm really very bad at that.
"Too Gory"
I was so young and a bit stupid too.
Closing my eyes at the scary parts,
I'm sitting there,
Nervous and cold in conditioned air.
Dim the lights,
The movie starts as they go down.
Sound kicks in, the music is so loud
Can I still go?
Little did I know. . .
That I'd be screaming "no," with my face dripping sweat
as the ax killer ran after Juliet.
I'd have to cover half my face,
begging her, "Please don't go!"
And I said,
No one would take me,
So I came to see this alone.
Now I'm shaking.
This film really isn't fun.
I no longer care just who I might impress,
This movie's too gory,
I've become a hot mess.
I sneak out, I need to breathe and pee too,
I could leave now, not see this thing through.
I close my eyes,
tell myself I'll be alright.
I'm still screaming "no," and it's not getting better
Ax killer's still chasing after Juliet,
This is too much for me,
as I'm begging her, "Please don't go!"
And I said,
No one would take me,
So I came to see this alone.
Now I'm shaking.
This film really isn't fun.
I no longer care just who I might impress,
This movie's too gory,
I've become a hot mess.
Somebody save me,
I don't know how I'm supposed to feel.
It's difficult to accept that it's not real,
Hang on, though, seriously, I think I must confess
This movie's too gory,
I've become a hot mess.
I got tired of waiting
after all it was critically renowned.
First legal R film was baiting,
I thought I had to go see it now. . .
But I'll say,
Somebody save me,
I shouldn't have seen this alone
I keep waiting for the freaking end to come.
Is it really so bad? I don't know what to think,
The killer's ax is in the air for its final swing --
I said,
"Run away, Juliet!
Or your head will be alone!
He's gonna murder you
And that's all I really know."
Spoiler alert, the end is something you would never guess,
But the film is too gory
And it left me a hot mess.
Oh, oh, ohhhh. No, no, no.
I was so young and a bit stupid too. . .
So there you have it. The harrowing tale of a 17-year-old seeing her first R-rated movie alone and very nearly wetting herself.
Useless self-important plug: I have some "practice" songs (e.g. not terribly good lyrics I threw together) over here: http://www.helium.com/users/219561/show_articles?channel=24
They're not parodies, but if you can track down "The Pick-Up Song" it's fairly amusing.
Alrighty, well, I'll be back at a later time. Hope you like the song!
I wish I lived in a musical.
Sometimes.
Just a lil bit.
Because really, when you think about it, how totally freakin sweet would it be to burst into song about having no soap in the school bathroom or wanting to go see a movie or about. . . MISSING THE HILLS?!?
And of course you'd always sound amazing because Auto-Tune is just a natural part of any 21st century musical phenomenon and oh my goodness, I'm in love with this idea.
First day of school, I'm singing about how much I hate the god awful new uniforms. Because, seriously, we're wearing Gryffindor colors and it just looks awkward. Yellow shirts are rarely if ever okay.
I'm so excited now! Except I have to read The Awakening and Tess and it's a hot tranny mess. Still I'll do my best, expect nothing less and holy crap I could win a Tony.
Except not.
Just a lil bit.
Because really, when you think about it, how totally freakin sweet would it be to burst into song about having no soap in the school bathroom or wanting to go see a movie or about. . . MISSING THE HILLS?!?
And of course you'd always sound amazing because Auto-Tune is just a natural part of any 21st century musical phenomenon and oh my goodness, I'm in love with this idea.
First day of school, I'm singing about how much I hate the god awful new uniforms. Because, seriously, we're wearing Gryffindor colors and it just looks awkward. Yellow shirts are rarely if ever okay.
I'm so excited now! Except I have to read The Awakening and Tess and it's a hot tranny mess. Still I'll do my best, expect nothing less and holy crap I could win a Tony.
Except not.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
An Idea.
So basically, (non-existent) readers, I have this idea for something I might do on this blog.
Then of course I realized it doesn't, like, matter what I do with this blog because no one reads it so I could theoretically go all Mel Gibson and throw around some racial slurs and offensive terms only I'm biracial and a semi-professional fag hag so I have no idea who I can hate.
Maybe the Canadians... lol, jk, invisible Canadians. I love the idea of Canada. I wanna hang out in Vancouver real bad.
Anyway.
The idea.
I'm thinking about a regular feature to make things interesting. And I'm thinking. . . Song Parody Wednesdays! Or Thursdays. Haven't decided yet.
Any thoughts, (non-existent) followers?
. . .hmm, that's what I thought. I'll be back laterrrr with a treat. :)
Then of course I realized it doesn't, like, matter what I do with this blog because no one reads it so I could theoretically go all Mel Gibson and throw around some racial slurs and offensive terms only I'm biracial and a semi-professional fag hag so I have no idea who I can hate.
Maybe the Canadians... lol, jk, invisible Canadians. I love the idea of Canada. I wanna hang out in Vancouver real bad.
Anyway.
The idea.
I'm thinking about a regular feature to make things interesting. And I'm thinking. . . Song Parody Wednesdays! Or Thursdays. Haven't decided yet.
Any thoughts, (non-existent) followers?
. . .hmm, that's what I thought. I'll be back laterrrr with a treat. :)
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Another Hills post because now it's over and this would just be pathetic after tonight.
OK. OKOKOK. Ok.
So basically THE HILLS series finale and reunion were like forreal intense. Why? Let's discuss.
First, the actual finale was not intense at all. It was just as boring as the rest of season 6 and I was barely paying attention. However, I really enjoyed the convo at the beginning about a "mid-20 life crisis" and "deciding who we want to be." In my mind, Lauren was laughing hysterically as she popped out of the bushes, catching her breath just so she could say, "Well, bitches, I'm a best-selling author. Ball's in your court."
Then errbody moved. Audrina like five minutes away, Kristin to EUROPE. Dat's a big change, y'all. Real big. I guess they realized they're not figuratively going anywhere so they just decided to do it literally? All I know is it was not interesting.
At some point I think Lo's bf (Scott?) proposed. However, I am not at all sure because it was really hard to hear over the sound of my body shutting down due to the stress of the sheer boredom I had put it through in watching.
Then there was a montage and I was like OMG LAUREN HEY. And I got excited. Then it was back to Kristin and Brody, yawn, and I was like, Holy crap, is this supposed to be a sad version of 'Unwritten.'
You can't make 'Unwritten' sad. Jsyk. It's like the most uplifting song ever.
And then I started freaking out. Because those jerks ended THE HILLS with Brody Jenner. WHY.
Finally, of course, the thing happened.
You know what I mean.
All of a sudden, the shot goes wide, they're on a set, WHATTTTT.
Was it all a lie? Did I invest four years of my life for nothing? The world will never know! (I suspect we'll know at some point.)
Anywho, reunion.
Holly's pretty. I like her. She cried. It was sad. But not really.
Stephanie and Lo are still kinda boring though at least Lo finally admitted she's a jerk. And she said it with a mildly bitchy laugh too!
I'll skip to Kristin and Brody. That was not productive. And they avoided the question about the ending, only saying it was "exciting" to shoot, so I didn't really care.
WHITNEY EVE PORT. Let's talk about hurr real quick like.
All I gotta say is: Those. Legs.
Tell me they aren't beautiful.
Everything else relevant to her is in the realm of THE CITY now. Which, incidentally, I watched but did not comprehend because I was so confused by the ending of THE HILLS.
And finally, Lauren Conrad. LC. "The girl who started it all," they call her.
She was pretty and wonderful as usual. The best part though? They showed her books. All four. Way to rub it in, MTV. I approve.
Well, that was the night, essentially. I'm rewatching the finale of THE HILLS. It's slightly better this time around.
If you don't have this song, beeteedubs, your life is not complete.
So basically THE HILLS series finale and reunion were like forreal intense. Why? Let's discuss.
First, the actual finale was not intense at all. It was just as boring as the rest of season 6 and I was barely paying attention. However, I really enjoyed the convo at the beginning about a "mid-20 life crisis" and "deciding who we want to be." In my mind, Lauren was laughing hysterically as she popped out of the bushes, catching her breath just so she could say, "Well, bitches, I'm a best-selling author. Ball's in your court."
Then errbody moved. Audrina like five minutes away, Kristin to EUROPE. Dat's a big change, y'all. Real big. I guess they realized they're not figuratively going anywhere so they just decided to do it literally? All I know is it was not interesting.
At some point I think Lo's bf (Scott?) proposed. However, I am not at all sure because it was really hard to hear over the sound of my body shutting down due to the stress of the sheer boredom I had put it through in watching.
Then there was a montage and I was like OMG LAUREN HEY. And I got excited. Then it was back to Kristin and Brody, yawn, and I was like, Holy crap, is this supposed to be a sad version of 'Unwritten.'
You can't make 'Unwritten' sad. Jsyk. It's like the most uplifting song ever.
And then I started freaking out. Because those jerks ended THE HILLS with Brody Jenner. WHY.
Finally, of course, the thing happened.
You know what I mean.
All of a sudden, the shot goes wide, they're on a set, WHATTTTT.
Was it all a lie? Did I invest four years of my life for nothing? The world will never know! (I suspect we'll know at some point.)
Anywho, reunion.
Holly's pretty. I like her. She cried. It was sad. But not really.
Stephanie and Lo are still kinda boring though at least Lo finally admitted she's a jerk. And she said it with a mildly bitchy laugh too!
I'll skip to Kristin and Brody. That was not productive. And they avoided the question about the ending, only saying it was "exciting" to shoot, so I didn't really care.
WHITNEY EVE PORT. Let's talk about hurr real quick like.
All I gotta say is: Those. Legs.
Tell me they aren't beautiful.
Everything else relevant to her is in the realm of THE CITY now. Which, incidentally, I watched but did not comprehend because I was so confused by the ending of THE HILLS.
And finally, Lauren Conrad. LC. "The girl who started it all," they call her.
She was pretty and wonderful as usual. The best part though? They showed her books. All four. Way to rub it in, MTV. I approve.
Well, that was the night, essentially. I'm rewatching the finale of THE HILLS. It's slightly better this time around.
If you don't have this song, beeteedubs, your life is not complete.
Inception, What the Heck Are You About?
Like, srsly.
And I mean srsly.
I keep seeing trailers for the upcoming film INCEPTION. And yet, the plot never becomes clearer. I have considered looking it up, but I really want to figure it out for myself.
I imagine this is what LOST fans felt like for 4648690 seasons. What torture.
I have so far pieced together that this film is about Leo DiCaprio, dreams, intense running, and violent gun-infused action sequences. And something called. . . um. . . Inception.
So here's what I'm thinking:
Leonardo DiCaprio plays some sort of rogue agent supposedly working for a futuristic company type thing. We'll call his character Johnny Ricardo. JRic meets a chick and he's all, "Hey, so, there's this srsly legit type deal called Inception. It'll let me see into yer mind and things. You up for it? You down for it?"
And then she's like, "Um, dude, that is so far in my bubble I don't even know what to say."
To which he replies, "I will not take 'no' for an answer."
Mind rape ensues. (Is this blog offensive yet?)
Then the future-police -- NOT, mind you, the Thought Police -- take notice and they're pretty much going, "Yo, hold up. That ain't cool, dude." So they chase down Johnny Ricardo with big gunz.
But PLOT TWIST Johnny Ricardo is pretty freakin' superhuman due to his heroin addiction. He laughs at the future-police and their guns and rides off into the sunset on a real big boat with some diamonds, yo. Because Johnny Ricardo is a big baller. But FAKE SYNOPSIS SPOILER ALERT let's just say he should not have been drinking while he was steering said real big boat because icebergs can just come out of anywhere.
I may have diverged into like three other Leonardo DiCaprio movies at some point. Ohhh well.
Now I wanna go play a Super Nintendo TMNT game. I'm always Mikey. Jsyk.
Beeteedubs, I'm usually more clever, but it's 2:34 in the morning and I'm watching FAMILY GUY.
And I mean srsly.
I keep seeing trailers for the upcoming film INCEPTION. And yet, the plot never becomes clearer. I have considered looking it up, but I really want to figure it out for myself.
I imagine this is what LOST fans felt like for 4648690 seasons. What torture.
I have so far pieced together that this film is about Leo DiCaprio, dreams, intense running, and violent gun-infused action sequences. And something called. . . um. . . Inception.
So here's what I'm thinking:
Leonardo DiCaprio plays some sort of rogue agent supposedly working for a futuristic company type thing. We'll call his character Johnny Ricardo. JRic meets a chick and he's all, "Hey, so, there's this srsly legit type deal called Inception. It'll let me see into yer mind and things. You up for it? You down for it?"
And then she's like, "Um, dude, that is so far in my bubble I don't even know what to say."
To which he replies, "I will not take 'no' for an answer."
Mind rape ensues. (Is this blog offensive yet?)
Then the future-police -- NOT, mind you, the Thought Police -- take notice and they're pretty much going, "Yo, hold up. That ain't cool, dude." So they chase down Johnny Ricardo with big gunz.
But PLOT TWIST Johnny Ricardo is pretty freakin' superhuman due to his heroin addiction. He laughs at the future-police and their guns and rides off into the sunset on a real big boat with some diamonds, yo. Because Johnny Ricardo is a big baller. But FAKE SYNOPSIS SPOILER ALERT let's just say he should not have been drinking while he was steering said real big boat because icebergs can just come out of anywhere.
I may have diverged into like three other Leonardo DiCaprio movies at some point. Ohhh well.
Now I wanna go play a Super Nintendo TMNT game. I'm always Mikey. Jsyk.
Beeteedubs, I'm usually more clever, but it's 2:34 in the morning and I'm watching FAMILY GUY.
Like, OMG, you guys. The Hills. Like, OMG.
So. . . I have a confession. From 11:00 Saturday morning to 4:30 Sunday morning I watched THE HILLS nonstop. Can you really blame me though? (Yes, you can, but let's pretend.) I simply cannot resist marathons. Especially when they gots the drama and the pretty of that show. Basically, I watched from some point in season 3 to some point in season 5.
Best THE HILLS moment ever? Um, def when Heidi and Lauren are sobbing on a yacht during the latter's birthday party. It was hilariously awkward. I could not stop laughing.
Then again, it was 4:01 a.m. so my head was not exactly on straight.
With the series finale coming up UM TONIGHT, I've been pondering the momentous question of which season of THE HILLS is the best. I kinda wanna say 4, but Whitney leaves, and that's not cool. Even though that means we got THE CITY which is truly a gift from God. (I'm just sayin, dat ish iz hawt.) Ergo, the bestest season of the bestest show everrr (except, you know, not) must be SEASON 3.
Why? Well. . .
It all comes down to People's Revolution. Whitney left and Lauren was like, "Oh noes, Whit, how will I live without you? Beeteedubs, I want your job." Then Lauren sneaked over there and secured a job at PR herself!!! And I was like, "Oh goodness, Lauren, you are a wily one." Of course they worked in NYC too and I mean yeah too cool. And then there was oodles and oodles of Kelly Cutrone and COME ON HOW DO YOU NOT LOVE THAT.
Plus there was all that illegal-Mexican-wedding drama, that Lauren-Jason-sex-tape drama, that Stephanie-how-are-you-friends-with-LC-you-disloyal-skank-and-why-do-I-still-call-her-LC, Spencer-flavored drama, and that yay-new-house-oh-wait-this-sucks drama!
So. Much. Drama.
Talk about the real O.C.
Oh wait, that's LAGUNA BEACH.
Just go with it.
If anyone wants a really intense ten or so hours of vicarious living, THE HILLS season 3 is totes the answer. And season 4's pretty darn good too.
I should probs rest up for the finale. . .
Best THE HILLS moment ever? Um, def when Heidi and Lauren are sobbing on a yacht during the latter's birthday party. It was hilariously awkward. I could not stop laughing.
Then again, it was 4:01 a.m. so my head was not exactly on straight.
With the series finale coming up UM TONIGHT, I've been pondering the momentous question of which season of THE HILLS is the best. I kinda wanna say 4, but Whitney leaves, and that's not cool. Even though that means we got THE CITY which is truly a gift from God. (I'm just sayin, dat ish iz hawt.) Ergo, the bestest season of the bestest show everrr (except, you know, not) must be SEASON 3.
Why? Well. . .
It all comes down to People's Revolution. Whitney left and Lauren was like, "Oh noes, Whit, how will I live without you? Beeteedubs, I want your job." Then Lauren sneaked over there and secured a job at PR herself!!! And I was like, "Oh goodness, Lauren, you are a wily one." Of course they worked in NYC too and I mean yeah too cool. And then there was oodles and oodles of Kelly Cutrone and COME ON HOW DO YOU NOT LOVE THAT.
Plus there was all that illegal-Mexican-wedding drama, that Lauren-Jason-sex-tape drama, that Stephanie-how-are-you-friends-with-LC-you-disloyal-skank-and-why-do-I-still-call-her-LC, Spencer-flavored drama, and that yay-new-house-oh-wait-this-sucks drama!
So. Much. Drama.
Talk about the real O.C.
Oh wait, that's LAGUNA BEACH.
Just go with it.
If anyone wants a really intense ten or so hours of vicarious living, THE HILLS season 3 is totes the answer. And season 4's pretty darn good too.
I should probs rest up for the finale. . .
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Oh noes! What a morbid name for a light-hearted blog!
If you stumbled upon this blog just like accidentally and not on purpose while you were weeping hysterically... I'm pretty sure I apologize. Out of curiosity, I searched "death of a loved one" on answers.com. The results:
1. How can I accept the death of a loved one?
2. Depression: definition, synonyms
3. Statutes of Limitations question: How long after the death of a loved one does
the executrix have to settle the estate
4. Helping Yourself and Others Deal with Death
5. How do you help someone grieving a loss of a loved one?
6. banshee: definition
7. When loved ones are taken in death
8. Grief Stages
9. What does it mean to dream about dying
10. midlife crisis: definition
Soooo... yeah. Nothing too cheerful going on up in hurr. But that's why I'm doing this. "Death of a Loved One" doesn't have to be sad! I'm taking it back. Just like Randall in Clerks II? Y'all know what I mean. His racial slur is my cause of grief!
Anyway. I don't intend to talk much about death. Unless it happens on a TV show or something fictional like that. In which case, um, preemptive spoiler alert!
Again, though, if you stumbled upon my sick joke while looking for some forreal help, I'm sorry. And I offer you my condolences. It'll get better in time and, hey, we all miss your cousin*.
:)/:(
*(And yes, that was inspired by a Daniel Tosh joke in his Completely Serious special. I loveeee him.)
1. How can I accept the death of a loved one?
2. Depression: definition, synonyms
3. Statutes of Limitations question: How long after the death of a loved one does
the executrix have to settle the estate
4. Helping Yourself and Others Deal with Death
5. How do you help someone grieving a loss of a loved one?
6. banshee: definition
7. When loved ones are taken in death
8. Grief Stages
9. What does it mean to dream about dying
10. midlife crisis: definition
Soooo... yeah. Nothing too cheerful going on up in hurr. But that's why I'm doing this. "Death of a Loved One" doesn't have to be sad! I'm taking it back. Just like Randall in Clerks II? Y'all know what I mean. His racial slur is my cause of grief!
Anyway. I don't intend to talk much about death. Unless it happens on a TV show or something fictional like that. In which case, um, preemptive spoiler alert!
Again, though, if you stumbled upon my sick joke while looking for some forreal help, I'm sorry. And I offer you my condolences. It'll get better in time and, hey, we all miss your cousin*.
:)/:(
*(And yes, that was inspired by a Daniel Tosh joke in his Completely Serious special. I loveeee him.)
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