CRUNCH!

So my car got rearended yesterday after the football game. Sweet. It actually wasn't that bad, I was the first in the line of four cars that got hit, so I basically got a big scrape and the screws from the guy's license plate embedded in the bumper of my car. It's still somewhat ironic -- I just got my bumper fixed a few months ago from when another kid hit my car, and I just put the "Not All Who Wander Are Lost" hippie-ass bumper sticker I love so much back on. The guy who hit the girl two cars behind me was so wasted that they arrested him. I guess he was driving his friends car. That, I think, is conclusive proof that friends shouldn't let friends drive drunk. Idiots.


I'm sure by now you've heard of who Jessica Simpson is currently dating. (Funny thing is that last night, my friend Heather was sitting at the kitchen table, reading that US Weekly that comes every week, and exclaimed, "She's dating him?!" I ran out of my room and was like, "shit! You would have known about that two days ago if I had actually written my blog!") Yep, she's dating none other than John Mayer. You might think, "well, that's alright, he's a talented musician, isn't he?" Well no. He's turned into a towering, long haired, sellout ogre of a man. I remember how I was positively obsessed with him in high school. I saw him at the Fillmore, with not more than 300 people in attendance... and then at City Lights Pavillion with about 1000.... and then at Fiddler's Green with 23849742598374 people (or however many people they pack into that shitty ampitheatre.) I think the instant when I gave up on being a John Mayer fan was when a drunk 30-year-old man spilled an Coors Light on my favorite Alkaline Trio sweatshirt at the third concert. Is it possible to like, negative-give-up on someone? Because I think this whole Jessica Simpson thing just pushed me over the edge into doing just that.

Sometimes I'll sit around and just read through my blog. I'm actually impressed with the fact that I've kept it up this frequently and for this long. For those of you who know me, you know that I'll get really obsessed with something, exhaust whatever it is, wear it out, and then discard it. I think I've done this thing for so long because I simply love talking about myself. At least I know it, right? Doesn't that make it better? No? Damn.

I had another zombie dream the other night. I keep having them and they're positively horrifying. Yet I can't stop renting zombie movies. I try to face my fear, but instead make myself more fearful in the end.

So I think if you go into Best Buy or Target, you can actually hear Paris Hilton's debut album clacking around on the floor, gasping for breath. The thing only sold 75,00 copies, compared to about 350,000 by Christina Aguilera in her first week of sales. Who didn't see this coming?! I actually heard it wasn't half bad, but that's not enough to make me go to Target and scoop the poor thing up and buy it. On the other hand, the new Nelly Furtado album is pretty solid. (The first song, "Alive" is yet another of those things that I beat to death. I think it's play count in my iTunes is up to about 15, and I only downloaded it a few days ago.)

Did anyone watch the VMA's? I watched part of them, because I don't really find it important to devote 3 hours of my life to MTV anymore unless it's a Next marathon. If it is, I'm so there. Anyhoo, Ok Go performed their whole treadmill dance routine live. Yeah, MTV. I said it --You're so one month ago. My post on that whole thing was on August 2nd. Yet another reason to read Good Bloggie -- the trendspotting . That is, if you can get past the relentless bragging.

IDon'tLikeYouInThatWay posted a really interesting article that I put below. It could be all bullshit, but I dunno. Sounds interesting anyways.
For years there have been blind items about a famous executive-star, "Pert Member." A guy who often lends his private jet to closeted gay actors so they can have sex with their boyfriends without fear of getting caught. He also has a beautiful Hollywood actress for a wife who doesn't mind that her husband's boyfriend lives with them.
Just so we're clear, this dude is gay. If this were a cartoon character, he'd be covered in pink flames.
Why am I telling you this about a post on John Travolta? Oh, no reason. By the way, the jet in the picture belongs to him.

http://www.idontlikeyouinthatway.com/pictures/20060831/travolta%20gay/travolta.html
Yeah. Weird.

I'm probably the only one out there, but I'm really, really digging Jared Leto's 30 Seconds to Mars look. There's just something about a guy in skinny jeans. I wore mine to Wash Bar the other night and felt simultaneously awkward and really, really fucking cool. I'm sure Jared feels the same way. Or not. Blogger's uploader isn't working (suprise, suprise) and so here's the link to the picture I'm talking about.
http://idontlikeyouinthatway.com/pictures/20060901/vma%202006%20leto/jlvma4.html

Anddddd the final item I'm going to write about is a band called Dirty Pretty Things out of London. I'm pretty sure they're going to be the new Arctic Monkeys. Their single, "Bang Bang, You're Dead" is blowing up the charts in England. They're just so English and awesome. I'm sure they're the kind of band that when you go to see them live, they smoke and drink on stage and yell at the audience. God I love that.



My roomates and I just made up the coolest game. We had a bunch of random drinks in our fridge (yes, I am drinking on a Sunday) and we had to put everything into a hat and just deal with what we pulled. I got a Singhai, a blueberry vodka shot, and a shot of Soco. Mich pulled a Hamm's, (gross) a Coors, and a Mike's Hard Lemonade. Dbo got a Tsingtao, a Hamm's, and a Strawberry shot. Heather got a Red Stripe, a Busch Light, and a regular vodka shot. Hell yeah.