Good lord. After I posted last night I looked at the hit counter and noticed it was on 999 views. Right now, it's on 1013. Over one thousand views!!! Holy shit. That's fantastic.
I think Brooke Hogan puts it best:
And that, my friends, is what Good Bloggie is all about.
Good lord, sorry I haven't written in a while. My 4 devoted readers must be pissed.
In lieu of the New York Post I promised, I'm going to just do a regular one. I put off posting for so long because the prospect of sorting through literally 500+ pictures was slightly daunting, so I'll get to that later.
The other night was my birthday celebration... yes, the 4th one in 4 days. So what? I think being the last one of my friends to turn 21 means I can do that. It was a pretty rockin' good time. The whole night was a bit of a shitshow, but super fun nonetheless.
I started classes yesterday. I can't believe I'm back in school! After taking 9 credits this summer just to freaking catch up to all of the JUNIORS at Csu, I've realized how desperately behind I am. Not desperate enough to take more classes, just desperate enough to feel sorry for myself. My french class turned out to be a combination 400-500 level class, so that's incredibly daunting. I'm sure it'll be ok though.
Unfortunately, I haven't been able to see Snakes on a Plane. I know, I know, after the way I've been hyping it, it's incredible that I haven't seen it. I was simply too drunk to even think about seeing a movie this weekend. Actually, Sunday, my body just kind of shut down and was like, "Nah uh, Whit. No beer pong at Potts. No way." I'm still kind of recovering from our week long drinking binge on the east coast. F yeah. In other "movies I want to see" news, Little Miss Sunshine has finally been released in theatres here and I must go see it.
So Mel Gibson got probation instead of jailtime for his arrest. Yes, the man who publicly stated his intense hatred of Jews -- instead of getting time for doing something illegal-- gets to read books to children and pee in a cup every Wednesday. By the way, wasn't Jesus a Jew? Isn't that a wee bit hypocrytical?!
In lighter news, K-Fed performed his first single, Lose Control, on the Teen Choice Awards the other night after being introduced by Britney Spears. I'd post a video of it from YouTube, but I'm sure none of you would be bothered to watch it anyways, so here's a quick rundown: 14-year-olds who have been standing on their feet for five hours have bewildered and pained expressions on their faces as Britney Spears introduces K-Fed. Thoughts of "what happened to her?!" mixed in with "holy crap, look at those jugs!" run through their minds as a piano beat plays over the speakers. K-Fed has hired a man even more annoying than himself to yell at random intervals during the song to punctuate that Federline is both "hard" and a "badass". The attempt fails as Keanu Reeves starts yelling "FREEBIRD" while scratching his head. Just kidding. Anyways, the summation is that it was actually a very earnest and serious attempt that didn't get pulled off. I think he really tried on this one. Sad... at least he didn't perform Popo-Zao. Or would that have been better?!
Let's talk, Brooke Hogan. Let's fucking talk.
http://www.idontlikeyouinthatway.com/pictures/20060821/brooke%20hogan%20teen%20choice/bhtc1.html
I swear to god, the next white girl I see wearing a grill, I will personally threaten to slap... in my head. I'm really not all that violent.
Blogger's stupid photo uploader isn't working, because all I seem to write about are things like K-Fed and Brooke Hogan, but damn Blogger. Gimme a break.
This is the video for a song that I'm absoloutely obsessed with. It really is worth a listen. It's a really calm, upbeat techno song by Deepest Blue.
Ok, well it's a wee bit late, and I have to get up early to read for my French class (surprise, surprise, the cycle of procrastination starts again) so I'm going to hit the hay. Nighty!
I made it!
My plane didn't crash or get bombed, I didn't kill myself from drinking on my birthday, and I didn't fall down a subway grate or do something equally stupid while in New York City. I had the most amazing time. I'm going to do a huge post (and by huge, I mean try to condense the 400 or so pictures that Caroline and I took into just a few) later, but I don't have all of the pictures yet.
...But for now, I'm going to go spend some quality family time with my dad and step-people, which hopefully means getting drunk and making adults feel weird.
Start spreadin' the news....
I'm leavin' today....
I wanna be a part of it,
New York, New York!!!
Here's the theatrical trailer for Borat: The Movie. I saw it before Talladega Nights and almost peed my pants from excitement. I didn't do it, however, because we ended up sitting next to our lawn guy, and that would have made the already weird, weirder.
"Vedy nice, how much?!"
Sorry I haven't updated much lately. I've been working quite a bit and getting ready for NYC. Who's excited?! I'm excited! I leave Thursday morning.
I might be able to update midway through, but I'm not sure. When I get back I'll be sure to put up lots and lots of pics! Yay!
Grumble. I have to do my laundry and pack by tomorrow.... I'm leaving for the airport at like, 5am and am going to attempt to fly standby. That should be very, very interesting. When I come back, I'll be 21!!!
(High pitched girly shrieking)
Ok, sorry, I'll stop bragging. Have a wonderful Tuesday, buggers.
So, after being in my drunken, reckless stupor last night, I nestled into the love sac to watch some of the shows I DVR on Friday nights -- Best Week Ever and The Soup, both pop-culture gossip shows. As I laid there, drinking from my water bottle and munching on cheese-its, I realized something; it was all old news. Almost everything I was watching was something I had heard about earlier in the week, and more importantly, written about. That, to me, was both awesome, and sad at the same time. Awesome, because Iguess that means I'm in the know about things other people have to wait a week to hear about, and sad, because I realized that I spend a pretty large chunk of time reading about other people's lives.
Going to go to work, have a good Saturday!
I never thought I'd say it, but here goes: Kevin Federline is a brave, brave man. Everyone talks about how he just uses Britney Spears for her money and how he is only using her to further his career, but damn -- I can't say I blame him. "Why," you ask?! Just watch this video and you'll understand. I've had more coherent musings in my sleep.
There are things in life that just make you want to run around and yell, "HELP ME JESUS! HELP ME TOM CRUISE!" This just happens to be one of them. I'm sure when Britney found out she was pregnant, she exclaimed, "What's happenin', y'all?! Did I eat one-a them seeds and I'm gonna grow a watermelon in my belly again? Kevin! Kevin! Look, baby, I done sat on a bag of Cheetos. I'm so silly! Oh, shit, Sean Preston's fallen into the pool again. Someone go get him; I gotta fix my ponytail."
Lord help us.
So I finally got pictures from the other night, part deux of Burt's birthday.
Wow. Wowee wow wow.
In my minutes upon minutes... erm, hours upon hours... erm, forget it.
In the very limited time that I spend on the internet each day --I'm talking 30 seconds a day max-- I find a very small amount of things that I'm sure you and most of society would deem "important" or "noteworthy". This happens to be one of them. I heard President Bush watches it each day to gain insight into al-Quaeda or something like that, I wasn't paying attention. Could have been "Al Cake-a". So here you go, America: White guys performing a dance routine on treadmills. You heard me. Treadmills. It's so awesome that Mich and I were shrieking with delight. I hope that you, too, shriek. And not just because of that huge bug on your shirt. Oh, sorry, that must have been me screaming. You know, about the huge bugs everywhere. This crack is fantastic.
ANNND! If you can't get enough, here's a much older video by the same band, which actually helped them gain notoriety in the internet community.
Here's a video of The Faint performing "Paranoiattack" on Jimmy Kimmel live for no reason other than the fact that it's awesome.
Last night was one of the biggest shitshows I've had in a while. Let's just say that it involved me dancing in my front yard at 1 a.m. to Whitney Houston's "I Wanna Dance With Somebody". That should be enough information for you to go off of.
Because the post below this one turned out to be kind of weak, I'm going to just stick some recent celebrity news in here and hope it will keep everyone satisfied for a while.
According to Starpulse News Blog, Lindsay Lohan has been reportedly been dropped by the British record label, Island Records, in response to her lackluster promotion for her album, Speak.
A no-show to a London promotional campaign, Lohan's seeming disinterest in promoting the single infuriated the record label execs and has resulted in a shelving of the album completely. The Sun's inside source at the label reports:
"A single was a huge flop over here because Lindsay couldn't be bothered to promote it. In the end they didn't even bother releasing the album in Britain. She didn't bother to come over to the UK to do interviews or make TV appearances to help sell the album. Island have now decided not to do another one with her."
Three words: One. Hot. Mess.
Source: A Socialite's Life
In the upcoming sequel to "Batman Begins," Oscar nominated Heath Ledger, 27, will get his shot at the villain Jack Nicholson reinvented in 1989 when he takes over the role of the Joker. According to Variety, the "Brokeback Mountain" lead has signed on to be the bad guy in "The Dark Knight," which is expected to go into production early next year.Christian Bale will be back as Batman/ Bruce Wayne, joined by "Batman Begins" director Christopher Nolan, whose brother Jonathan, will write the script. Jonathan Nolan previously penned the screenplay for 2006's "The Prestige," directed by his brother and starring Bale, and wrote the short story that inspired Christopher Nolan's 2000 breakthrough "Memento."
How awesome was the most recent Batman movie? I really, really liked it. I'm super stoked for this new, darker take on Batman.
Source: MTV News
"If you've ever wondered how handsome you would look in your mugshot the day you got pulled over doing 90, then got arrested for a DUI, then tried to escape, then said you "owned Malibu," then said "the Jews are responsible for all the wars in the world," then tried to break a jail phone, then called a female officer "sugar tits," then tried to piss on your cell floor, it would be impossible for you to look as suave as Mel Gibson does here." -- IDLYITW.com
http://www.idontlikeyouinthatway.com/2006/08/mel-gibson-has-mugshot.html
I'm not going to write anything about the whole Mel Gibson debacle because it's just too easy -- it would be so simple to make fun of at least, if not all, aspects of the whole thing so I'm just going to leave it at that.
I also decided I don't want to write anything about Pam Anderson's like, 5 marriages in like, 5 days to Kid Rock, because frankly, I don't care. And Kid Rock's real name is really Bob. Bob Rock. No, I'm kidding, it's not Bob Rock, that would be too cool. Theirs is a marriage made in heaven --scratch that-- a trailer park.
Last night we went to Elliot's martini bar downtown for Burt's birthday. It was actually pretty fun... It's a cute little place with a very small "creep ratio." I couldn't drink too much because I have to work this morning at 10:30. Anyways, here are a couple pics from last night.
Hahaha. I didn't realize it at the time, but apparently I had the foresight to order a martini that was the same color as my shirt. Drinks as accessories? I think so!
So I went to bed last night and right before I did, I looked at the temperature gauge on my window fan -- 90 degrees. I kept waking up and flopping around and whining, which did me no good, seeing as there wasn't anyone around to hear me. In short, it's hot as H in my house and that really does suck.
I was on my roomate Caroline's beautiful new Mac computer last night and realized how slow my computer has gotten. It's sad, too, because my computer has so much dorky crap on it that it's evidently become too geeky to function.
The other night I didn't put pictures up because frankly, I was too lazy. We went to Old Chicago's on College to celebrate Nicole's birthday a little over a month after her actual birthday. We tried to get her a blowjob shot but the, erm, shotglass was too big for her mouth and she couldn't do it. She settled for licking the whipped cream off the top, yelling a lot, listening to our uproarious laughter, and then finally just taking it like a regular shot. We then stood around for a good while, Dbo exposed most of my boobs to the front of the restaurant, and after that we headed to Tailgates. Then we drank. Then we took a picture that is only possible when 5 out of 7 girls you are with work at Hooters. I also realized that throwing up a little bit in your mouth is possible. Just kidding. But not.
Well enough of that. I went to see the movie Scoop yesterday with my dad. It was awesome because we sat down in the air-conditioned glory of the theatre and my dad looked at me and said, "Hey Whit, I wonder what the demographic is for this movie?" I looked around and realized that I was one of the youngest people in there. I unknowingly went to a (shudder) old person movie. The horror! No, it was actually very cute, and although some of you may disagree with me, Woody Allen actually lent to the story's success. Scroll down a little to one of my older posts if you want to see the trailer, it's there somewhere. I wrote in a previous post about how I thought Scarlett Johanssen was a bit monotone and one-dimensional as an actress, but I realized that she's actually palatable in a role other than that of "crazy-mistress-lady" (from the movie Match Point.)
It's funny -- I read so many trashy celebrity-gossip websites every day and read a lot of the same stories on each one that I just assume everybody knows about Mel Gibson's anti-semitic rant during his DUI arrest and Paris Hilton's rekindling of her romance with Stavros Niarchos this weekend, or the letter written to Lindsay Lohan by a movie exec commanding her to stop partying. I try to write about the noteworthy stuff but sometimes there is just too much to write about and I assume that everyone knows about it anyways, when in reality they seem to be too busy having "lives" and doing things that are "productive" and "benefit society."
Here's a trailer for a movie that probably won't come out in Fort Collins because people are too busy seeing You, Me, and Dupree and Superman to pay attention to other movies like this one, Little Miss Sunshine. Steve Carrell is on such a roll with his movie choices. And who doesn't like a movie with emo kids? Anyone? Anyone? I didn't think so.
I've been working quite a bit these past few days, and haven't had time to update. I wanted to leave you with this in all it's glory.
This would be my desktop background. Awesome.
This post, my friends, is the one-hundreth post in the history of Good Bloggie. That's pretty exciting.
So instead of just writing which songs I'm listening to lately, I figured out a way to put them into .wmv format and then host them on YouTube (the source of all life). It takes a million years to save but I figured if I could throw songs up every once in a while, people might listen to them and gain an appreciation for whatever I'm digging at the moment. There are just so many songs I want to put on here but I had to choose only a couple... So here you go:
EEEEEE! I almost forgot. You know when you hear things on KCSU and you know you know who it is but you can't place it? Well yesterday I found out a song that I absoloutely loved was by a band I've liked for a long time, Broken Social Scene. I guess I'm not that great of a fan then, right? Anyways, this is worthy of posting a .... erm.... music... video of. So here you go:
Even though my three-year-old's attention span is resisting it, I promised my friend Mark that I'd make a playlist. I was going to break it down into my favorite songs of all time, but that would take me days to figure out. Then I was going to break it down into genre, with 5 or 10 songs in each list. Then I just kind of gave up and this is what I got, from most current songs I'm liking to less current.
Songity- Song Songs:
1. Hotel Expressionism - The Streets: Mike of The Street's music really feeds into my whole British obsession that I've got going lately. Plus, it's fun to sing along to and fake an accent.
2. Backyard Betty - Spank Bank: I've mentioned this song countless times before, but the beat on this song is awesome. It's fast without being spastic, and their flows are interesting without being complicated. It's kind of dirty too. Who doesn't like dirty?!
3. Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too - Say Anything: When my friend Adam drove me and my roomate to the bars, he put this song on. I was immediately obsessed. And drunk.
4. Streetcar - Funeral For A Friend: D Money makes me these amazing punk rock mix CDs and makes me feel cool again. I pumped myself up for my Calculus final with this one at 7:00am. Needless to say, I got a B. Damnit.
5. Go Go Gadget Gospel - Gnarls Barkley: Gnarls is good. I know the whole "being obsessed with Gnarls Barkley" thing is kind of two months ago, however, this is just a good song.
6. Taxi Driver - Gym Class Heroes: I had a conversation with my roomate Michelle about how I like Gym Class Heroes' music and how I think that they have really funny songs and good beats and good flows. However, I felt that I couldn't like him because the reason why the dude became famous was because GCH was discovered by Fall Out Boy. Mich then proceeded to tell me to stop being such a snob.
7. Parade - Pretty Girls Make Graves: I used to be positively obsessed with PGMG. Crazy, listen to them every day, make my roomate go crazy, obsessed. When I saw them like, two years ago, they announced that they would be coming out with a new CD. I was so excited but when I got it earlier this year, I was a little disappointed. Regardless, this song is still pretty good in a unique little PGMG way.
8. Step Into My Office, Baby - Belle and Sebastian: Belle and Sebastien are severly underrated. They started out as a class project, I think, and morphed into this sensitive, talented indie band. I highly suggest you check them out.
9. I Ain't Sayin' My Goodbyes - Tom Vek: Good song. Free iTunes download. Enough said.
10. Don't Say A Word - Liam and Me: This is one of those bands that I stumbled upon who are just really, really good. Their whole CD is good, which is something to be said. A big criteria of whether or not I'll like a band is if they can put together a whole CD and I won't get bored.
11. Paralyzed - Rock Kills Kid: This is just a good, dancey rock song. "Sing into a hairbrush" good.
12. Romulus - Sufjan Stevens: Sufjan Stevens, admittedly, is weird -- weird in a good way. He's kind of hit or miss sometimes, but this song is spot on.
13. Out of the Races and Onto the Tracks - The Rapture: For a while during the school year, Mac and I were obsessed with the movie "The Rules of Attraction." This song plays backwards and then forwards in one scene, and features the kind of drum rhythym that I fucking love.
14. '93 Till Infinity - Souls of Mischief: When I went to Arizona for spring break, and Ashton flipped his 4 Runner with me in it, and then it snowed like 2 feet, and then we just sat inside and drank a lot, we listened to this song. On repeat.
15. Bullet and a Target - Citizen Cope: Citizen Cope will forever remind me of Mac. We used to listen to them, and then talk about them, and then listen to them again. We had to stop listening to them, however, when Mac's roomate Robert played the shit out of them and ruined the band for Mac forever. R.I.P. Citizen Cope.
16. Twin Cinema - The New Pornographers : This is just another one of those ultra-indie songs that I like that no one else does.
17. Power Out - The Arcade Fire: The Arcade Fire rocks my socks. Not only are they an amazing band, but they sing some of their songs in French. Triple word score!
18. When You Heard You - The French Kicks: Catchy. The end.
19. Over You - Acceptance: This song was a house favorite around the time when we went to Aspen. It's one of those songs you can crank up and rock the fuck out to. Which we did. A lot.
20. Stay With You - John Legend: I know that he was nominated for a Grammy, or won one, or whatever, but this song is just simple and beautiful.
21. The Space Between - Valencia: Yet another D Money Wonder Song.
22. Carry Me Ohio - Sun Kil Moon: I've mentioned this song before. It's slow and haunting, and speaks of... love lost, or something. Oh! Shiny things!
23. Of Angels and Angles - The Decemberists: Shit, ya almost lost me there. I'm getting so squirmy and antsy in my desk chair. This song is also slow and I can ALMOST play it on my guitar. Almost. I love The Decemberists because they don't just sing about looooove and sadnessssss and things of that nature. They make up stories and characters and tell them through songs.
Oh my god. That was the longest it has ever taken me to write a post. I hope at least one of you read down to here. So anyways, I have to get ready for work...
I love you, darlings.
Good Bloggie.
The beginning of college seems so long ago. I was thinking today about how exciting it was to move into the dorms and basically start this whole new life. Even though I went to a school in the same town as I grew up, I didn't really keep many friends around from high school that went here too. Most of my friends, like myself, wanted to get out of Fort Collins... I just, sadly, didn't get the chance. Anyways, I just remember freshman year being this insane time. I feel like I've changed so much since then. I feel so much older now, it's very weird. I remember how I went through my whole "teenage rebellion" stage a few years too late (because of the iron fist that was my mother) and dressed all punk rock and went to at least one show a week and made tons of scene friends. I haven't been to a show in god knows how long... "freshman me" would look at "five-year-plan me" and sigh. It pisses me off though, because I used to be so fucking awesome, and lately I've been feeling like a pretty boring person. I should dust off my black Converse All Stars and starting screaming along to songs again.
Hmm, what to talk about, what to talk about. Oh! Maybe this:
Legions of 20-25 year old girls (and boys) are emitting "NO WAY?!?!" around the world. It's funny, what do you think is going to come out in five years about the celebrities that we adore now? I, admittedly, was an N'SYNC fan, singing harmonies in the back seat of my step-mother's Explorer with my step-brother and sister. I've said it before, and I'll say it again -- I never said I was cool. Hah... Anyways, it's crazy and pretty interesting, but I mean, come on. I think the cover of the magazine should have read, "Lance Bass Comes Out" or something more tasteful instead of "I'M GAY!!!!!!" ... I guess "I Enjoy the Company of Men More Than Women. Sorry." wouldn't sell magazines. I mean, people come out of the closet all the time. Does it really deserve a cover every time?
(I'd like to add for the record that I didn't add the pink smiley face onto the People cover. I got it off of another blog which is maintainted by a very "out" guy. )
I have to worst fucking celebrity dreams. The other night I had a dream with Kevin Bacon in it. Kevin Bacon! Every time his Hanes commercial comes on I want to scream, "WHY WOULD YOU CHOOSE KEVIN BACON, HANES?!" But I don't because the neighbors are already worried. A few months ago I had a dream that Phillip Seymour Hoffman was my boyfriend. Yeah, the fat, blond guy who plays a creep in every movie he's ever been in. I seriously, try as I might, cannot have a dream where Johnathan Rhys-Meyers passes me on the street but I get Capote as my boyfriend? Hardly fair... damn you, brain.
I taught myself Johnny Cash's version of Tom Petty's song "Won't Back Down" on my guitar today... I don't actually suck as much anymore. It's pretty exciting.
Ok, I've run out of things to talk about, so I'm going to go stick to my couch and eat a popsicle.
This heat is messing with me. I've been laying around my house lately just sticking to my couch, too lazy to venture out into the heat yet too hot to do anything but lie there in a puddle of my own sweat. It's not that gross, but it's damn close. Our lawn is completely dead now -- if we didn't live in a neighborhood full of drunk college kids, we would totally be the trashpile of the community. I think there's a Natural Light box and a dried up, shredded newspaper in the front yard, along with a Bud Light bottle shatterd by fireworks on the 4th of July and miscellaneous cigarette butts. I'm making it sound like our house is a shithole, which it isn't exactly, it's just insane that we live like this. Well, insane and so gloooorious at the same time.
I mentioned in earlier posts that I was trying to stop drinking so much, as it was depleting my bank account and trashing my liver, but my resolve to drink excessively was renewed today while I was at work. Lil' John's "Snap Ya Fingazzzzz" (or whatever the fuck the title of that song is) was on in the back and as I was doing something I muttered to my manager that hearing the song made me want to get drunk, because it's played at the bars all the time. He looked at me and was like, "Yeah, I was talking to the owner and he mentioned all of the employee's excessive drinking, and yours was the first name to come up." Fucking seriously? I was so pissed that I busted out an, "EXCUUUUUUUUUSE ME for having a life!" It was that bad -- I usually save drawing out vowels like that for when I'm really mad. I mean... I make sandwiches part-time, what more do you expect?!
(Do you think that's when you know you drink too much? You come in hungover to work most of the time and you still don't think you drink too much? Damnit. I refuse to believe it. Shit! There I go. Damnit!)
At the same time, I think it's what I'm supposed to be doing. I know people who go on week-long drinking binges for the hell of it. I have friends who pride themselves on blacking out on most weeknights. I don't think I'm doing half bad.
My birthday is in less than 4 weeks! I'll finally be real 21! My roomates asked me if the bars had lost their appeal, since I've been able to go to them for a few months now, and I told them that they definitely wouldn't. I'm such a cautious, paranoid person (even when I'm intoxicated) that going to the bars here is a scary, yet awesome experience. I still can't believe I'll be able to go out in NYC. God, I'm unbelievably excited.
I saw the trailer for Snakes on a Plane for the first time in the movie theatre on Sunday. I clapped. People stared.
Mark, I haven't given up on your idea, I'm just going to devote a whole post to it.
As of my last post, which I put up a few minutes ago, Good Bloggie had 705 views! 705! That's huge.
I know I say this often, but not often enough. I love you, baby.
Now be a dear and fetch me my slippers.
This is why I love Pajiba.
From a review of Clerks II:
"I could write about Kevin Smith and his contributions to both film history and the careers of Mewes, Affleck, and Jason Lee for another 2,000 words, and I no doubt would, if not for the need to review Clerks II. And what of the sequel? Well, to put it in terms a Kevin Smith fan might readily understand, the original Clerks was the equivalent of a cinematic cherry-popping. It was ugly, awkward, a bit uncomfortable, and at times tried a little too hard, but it felt so goddamn good that you could overlook its imperfections. Clerks II, on the other hand, feels more like your 10th time: The thrusting is more rhythmic, it’s more artistically adept, prettier, more fluid and self-aware, and very nearly as amusing as the original, but the allure and mystery is gone; that overriding sense of discovery is lost. But, really, 10th time or first: you’re still getting laid and, while the lust may have faded a bit, adoration and affection have sprung in its place."
Freaking hilarious. I aspire to write the way the people on the site do.
Nothing much to write about today, I'll make a better post when someone (or myself) does something stupid.
