They've Still Got It

Here's the video for Ok Go's newest single. It's pretty sweet -- I swear, if someone asked me to dress up in wallpaper, I'd do it in a second. But that's just me.

It's Only Tuesday?!

As the title of this post suggests, I'm in hell. I've got so much to do and so little time to do it... which makes for a very angry panda.
I was just laying on my couch, quietly steaming over all of the shit I've got going on, when an ad for Target came on. After seeing it, I sat straight up on the couch and started typing away on my roomate's laptop in fury. "Why", you ask? Because Target's super-cheap CD of the month is none other than Carnavas, the Silversun Pickups' latest release. I have no idea why things like that get me so fired up -- it's just that most people would hear "Lazy Eye" or "Dream at Temp0 119" and be like, "is this The Shins, or Snow Patrol?" Actually, speaking of Snow Patrol, they're coming through town with the SSPs opening for them. For a mere $39.00. Ya know, no big deal.

Oh! The new video for Timbaland's single, "Give It To Me" featuring Justin Timberlake and Nelly Furtado came out on the internet today. It's fairly unimpressive, being compiled of concert footage and scenes of Timberlake and Timbaland singing into a camera on a tour bus. Alas. The beat is good, and the song is catchy, so I'll let it slide. ;)

Oh! The much anticipated album, Neon Bible, by The Arcade Fire is out sometime next month, and the band has actually released the lyrics (though in a fairly cryptic form) on NeonBible.com. The track "The Wolf and the Fox", named for a poem, is read by a little girl in French. Malheureusement, it doesn't translate exactly, and I suppose they had to change it a bit to make it rhyme in English, but it's pretty cool to hear. You just have to find it first.

My dad and I saw Reno 911! the other day, and it was absoloutely ridiculous. It was pretty short, but the whole thing was put together in a hilarious way. Although, I don't exactly think it was the right movie to see with my dad. Oh! At the very end, one of the characters says he's from Fort Collins -- it's really crazy. The whole crowd was like, "what?"

Oh, if you get a chance, download "Debaser" by Rogue Wave. It's a kick ass Pixies cover. I think (don't kill me) that it's sweeter than the original.

I'm going to go and get food -- not grocery shopping means I get to eat out all the time!!! Woo!

Boring?

"Boring" -- The Pierces

The video above is probably the most ridiculous thing you'll see all day. Not "good-ridiculous", but "sorta-kinda-want-to-punch-your-monitor-but-can't-look-away-ridiculous". It's the worst song ever -- it kind of remids me of Right Said Fred's "I'm Too Sexy" -- but the girls in it are good looking enough to let it grow on you.

Sundance Effing Head?!

Ok, I know that all of you who read Good Bloggie (all of you being a hopeful statement, because I still have no idea who reads my blog) probably aren't American Idol's target demographic. Heck, I'm sure you still have all of your teeth, wear pants that fit, and don't have an overwhelming urge to wear scrunchies in your hair. Sadly, I've been DVRing it lately -- and I'm freaking loving it.

It's interesting, because normally I won't watch AI (yes, I went there) unless I'm at my mom's house, but almost every blog I read every day has been madly posting AI updates. I think that means I can safely say being sucked in was so not my fault.

There have been pictures of a certain AI contestant, Antonella Barbarella, circulating around the web; there are pics of her drinking, topless, lying on a bed covered in rose petals, and most recently, giving a guy... ahem... well you know. (I'm writing this at work -- you're going to have to use your imagination.) Antonella is a pretty horrible singer. The first time I heard her sing was on the top 12 girls show, where she sang "Don't Wanna Miss A Thing" by Aerosmith. Not only do I have a long standing hatred of that particular song (I used to sit down, cross my arms, and pout whenever it came on in junior high, until it ended) but the girl just butchered it. Inexplicably, she wasn't tossed off of the show. I was flabbergasted until I came across this: http://www.votefortheworst.com/ . People are actually voting for the worst contestants in order to skew the results. I'm amazed that they actually had a say, but I guess most of America is so apathetic about some of the contestants that they simply didn't receive enough votes. It's still pretty hilarious that more people want to vote for the worst, despite the gung-ho voters who want to vote for the "best".

I keep waking up with scratches on my hands. I know I get a little crazy when I go out, but come on, Whit. This is ridiculous.

I somehow got volunteered for Ram Ride tonight. That should be interesting. At least it will keep me from drinking excessively like I most likely would. I figured that I've used it enough, I should probably give back. Hopefully I'll remember enough to post "Tales From Ram Ride"... bwa ha haaa.

Zombies?

I know that most of you know about my irrational fear of zombies. (Sad as it is to admit this, I sometimes get really freaked out in my house and stage elaborate zombie-attack-exit-plans in my head.) I also, for some odd reason, love zombie movies. They're the only part of the horror (if you can call them part of it) genre that I like. My favorite film by far is Shaun of the Dead. It's a damn british zombie masterpiece -- if you haven't seen it, then shame on you. I was reading the trivia section of imdb.com on the film, and ran across some funny little snippets:

-- Chris Martin of Coldplay, who appears as himself on a news report near the end of the film promoting ZombAid, also plays a zombie. After Shaun and Liz escape from the basement of the Winchester, he can be seen playing the zombie walking past the phone booth from right to left.

-- The word "fuck" is used 77 times in this movie.

--According to writer-director Edgar Wright in the DVD commentary, when Ed attempts to cheer Shaun up at the Winchester with plans of binge drinking, he is actually summarizing the events of the next day (Z-day) entirely in drinking references.

--The non-featured zombie extras were paid the princely sum of £1 a day for their troubles.

So there you go.

I've busted two pairs of iPod headphones now. Damnit.

Remains

The Alkaline Trio used to be my favorite band. I say "used to" because my music tastes have matured a bit, and I'm no longer the spiked-belt wearing angsty teen I once was. (Although, as I type this, my fingers are hitting the keys with black nail polish on them.) On January 30th, they released Remains, a CD-DVD combo of their lesser known B-sides and older tracks. It's funny... three years ago I would have killed for this collection. I think I've seen the Trio like, 4 or 5 times. They're literally great every time, even when Matt Skiba's vocal chords gave out on him and I almost gave up the ghost.

I was walking by The Finest today in my quest for a sandwich and I saw Remains advertised in their window... do I get it or not?

My Mom's Going To Be Pissed

Ran across this on a different blog today -- it's from the iTunes main page. Get it? Bwahaha.

Admittedly, I've been DVRing American Idol a lot lately. I'm not sure why, I just get sucked in. At least this way, I only spend an hour and thirty minutes watching this crap instead of two whole hours. Right? Right?

Happy 2000?!

I'm sure most of you don't have a Blogger account, but if you did, you would know that there were some major changes. All mostly good because it's easier to use the Blogger system now. However, I seem to be having an epic battle with my hit counter. I don't want to get a new one, however, this one won't even fit into the html and count the hits I receive, so I'm a wee bit pissed. However, at last count -- a little over a week ago -- I had 1,951 hits. Add that to the 43 hits from when I mistakenly put a different counter on my site, and you've got...

Over 2000 views!!!!!!!


Cue the trumpets and confetti. That's gotta mean that...
You like me. You really like me.




Oh! This is something I intended to post forever ago when we were getting a lot of snow, but it got lost in my email inbox because of the ridiculous bombardment of Facebook updates. These are pictures of the last time that Colorado got as much snow as we did -- in 1913. It's awesome to look at these pictures and see how things have changed.

I bitch about not having internet sometimes, but I couldn't imagine having that much snow and having to heat up your creaky old mansion.

I've been messing with RSS feeds lately -- it takes a lot of the searchwork out of going to your favorite sites. Plus, you don't get the ads on the top, bottom, and sides, which is nice.

I was reading an article this morning that piqued my interest. I used to post a lot about celebrities on my blog, which was entertaining and all, but one can only write so much about the same people doing the same things. Sure -- if it's noteworthy I'll blog about it, but I've seemed to gravitate away from doins so lately. Anyways, in this article, the author talked about the power and allure of celebrity; how people spend their lives and their money trying to make it big. "In [the article] Halpern cites studies that suggest fame is a factor in other animal groups as well. In one study rhesus monkeys were willing to give up their food simply to stare at a dominant monkey." Weird, eh? It's just funny how obsessed people (even me) get with celebrity. I've found it interesting how "serious news networks" like CNN have been covering Anne Nicole Smith's death so intensely. She's dead, and there are like, 5 potential fathers of her child, I get it. Iguess people want to escape from the more serious news and decide to latch onto people like Anna Nicole.

If you sneeze in your cubicle, and no one's around to hear it, did it really happen?

This is hilarious. If you've ever seen Shutterbugs with Rob Huebel (the guy from Best Week Ever), you'll love this MindFreak parody. The end is the best...




Ahahahahahahahahh! This one is even better. If you skipped that one, (screw you) then watch this one. It's hilarious -- it talks about music bloggers, Pitchfork Media, and it even has Ted Leo in it -- big time.
"Clell Tickle -- Indie Marketing Guru"

"I don't wanna talk about Hambone."

I think that's all I've got -- have a good Monday everyone.

Happy Single's Awareness Day

Well, the day is upon us...

Hopefully this video of a cute little boy singing Akon's "I'm So Lonely" will make you smile...

Normally, I would spend my time bitching about how stupid the holiday is, but not today... ;) Anyhoo, get a giant bottle of wine and drink it, even if you're with somebody. It's the right thing to do.

I was reading this earlier on the internet, about brain chemistry and love...

"In a group of experiments, Dr. Lucy Brown, a professor in the department of neurology and neuroscience at the Albert Einstein College of Medicine in New York, and her colleagues did MRI brain scans on college students who were in the throes of new love.
While being scanned, the students looked at a photo of their beloved. The scientists found that the caudate area of the brain -- which is involved in cravings -- became very active. Another area that lit up: the ventral tegmental, which produces dopamine, a powerful neurotransmitter that affects pleasure and motivation.
Dr. Brown said scientists believe that when you fall in love, the ventral tegmental floods the caudate with dopamine. The caudate then sends signals for more dopamine.
"The more dopamine you get, the more of a high you feel," Dr. Brown says.
Or as her colleague, Dr. Helen Fisher put it: When you fall in love, "exactly the same system becomes active as when you take cocaine. You can feel intense elation when you're in love. You can feel intense elation when you're high on cocaine."
Now their research is centered on the flip side of love. They've recruited college students who'd just been rejected by their sweethearts. Again, the scientists performed MRI's while these students looked at photos of the objects of their affection.
This time, the results were different, Dr. Brown says. The insular cortex, the part of the brain that experiences physical pain, became very active.
"People came out of the machine crying," she said. "We won't be doing that experiment again for a long time."

Down with love? I'm not so sure...

Zzzz...

Yay! Another Good Bloggie overhaul. I had heard more complaints than rave reviews for the new template, so at the expense of style, I went back to my old template, with new colors. I like. Very nice.

I haven't written in a while, I've been pretty busy. I spent Wednesday and Thursday at the Career Fair, and dropped off like 10 resumes. I have an interview on Monday for a sales internship, so we'll see how that goes.

Ok, this is when I a) brag about how awesome I am, and b) admit that I'm a huge pop-culture follower and should be put in a cage. I was surfing YouTube today and found these hilarious videos made by Travis of Gym Class Heroes about valentine's day... They're really funny, and only like, 30 seconds each.
Has anyone noticed that Kiis FM has been playing "Cupid's Chokehold" by Gym Class Heroes lately? Isn't that song like, 6 months old?! I love how all of a sudden people are playing it like it's new. I'm pretty sure I wrote about that in the summer. Meh. Regardless, he's hilarious.







Oh, as I predicted last week, The Shins charted really high on Soundscan. Not number one like I predicted, but number two. Somewhere, Zach Braff is putting gel in his hair and humming along to "Phantom Limb" with the rest of the fucking world.

I was in the iTunes store and noticed that A Weekend in the City is the first album displayed in new releases. Tear. Mark gave it to me last week, before it came out... At first I was skeptical, thinking that it didn't even compare to Silent Alarm (which holds a dear place in my heart) but after listening to it like, every day, 2 or 3 times a day, I can say that it's a damn good album. Each song comes on and I'm like, "oh, this is my favorite!" and the next one will come on, and I'll be like, "oh.... this one too."


I'm going to spare you the news on Anna Nicole Smith. I'm sure you've already heard about it. If not, shame on you.


I have to take an online test now that I waited like, the entire week to take. I'm really good at this procrastinating thing.
Laaaater!

"I'm Such A Whore"

Contrary to what the title of this post may suggest, I am not referring to myself as a whore. It's from this hilarious blurb I found on page 6:
"January 28, 2007 -- ONE of the biggest disappointments in director Steven Spielberg's life was Alfred Hitchcock's repeated refusal to meet him - but it turns out the Master of Suspense had a bizarre excuse. In his memoir, "Things I've Said, But Proba bly Shouldn't Have," due in May from Wiley, actor Bruce Dern writes that he tried and tried to convince the director of "Psycho" and "The Birds" to say hello to Spielberg, who had just triumphed with "Jaws." "I said, 'You're his idol. He just to sit at your feet for five minutes and chat with you' . . . He said, 'Isn't that the boy who made the fish movie? . . . I could never sit down and talk to him . . . because I look at him and feel like such a whore,' " Dern relates. Completely puzzled, Dern, who appeared in two Hitchcock flicks, finally pinned the director down: "I said, 'Why do you feel Spielberg makes you a whore?' Hitch said, 'Because I'm the voice of the 'Jaws' ride [at Universal Studios]. They paid me a mil lion dollars. And I took it and I did it. I'm such a whore. I can't sit down and talk to the boy who did the fish movie . . . I couldn't even touch his hand." "

That made me giggle so hard, I have no idea why. But see, now you have something to tell your friends and family about teh Jaws ride. The one that's so incredibly lame that even I, the girl who is more skittish than a parakeet, wasn't scared.

I've come to the realization that I'm so insanely busy that I don't have any time to do anything anymore. School and work are taking up my life... I'm trying really hard not to drink as much, because my hangovers have been so intense lately that I feel like my body is quitting on me. I'm actually using one of the Macs in the ecave in the LSC, and I really want one... meh. I'm supposed to be watching, "L'histoire des femmes" for my french film class, but I decided to just Wikipedia it instead.

Not much else to say today, except for this site David sent me:
www.overheardinny.com
It's just a collection of funny quotes from all over NYC. I read, like all 13 pages, it's so hilarious...

"Kid yelling: What are we doing after dinner? [Parents ignore him] What are we doing after dinner?!
Mom, calmly: Stop yelling, or I'll have to kill you.

--10th St, between Broadway & University

Overheard by: Calling the Morgue"

and....

"Chick: Good-bye [departs train].
Guy #1: Good-bye.
Guy #2: Eddie*, your sister is really pretty.
Guy #3: Don't call her that -- 'pretty' is something you say about nice girls, not whores like that.
Eddie: What are you talking about?
Guy #3: Ed, don't take it out on me, but at Dave's birthday party your sister was in the bedroom working for 10 dollars.
Eddie: ... I'm gonna kill Dave. Why didn't you tell me about this?!
Guy #3: Because she was right there! [Silence, then Eddie departs.]
Guy #2: 10 dollars? What's her phone number? I've got 10 dollars.
Guy #3: I know, best 10 bucks I ever spent."

Fantastic.

I Was Already A Cynic

I was going through some of my old documents in a desperate search for something to help me out with a paper I'm supposed to be writing instead of blogging, and I ran across this from Freshman year. It's pretty damn classic.

Rules for living in a dorm:
1. All hours of the night are game for playing music. Everyone wants to hear "Yeah" by Usher and "Get Low" by the East Side Boys at all times. These songs never get old, especially at ten decibels.
2. Any phone call recieved by your roomate must be within the hours of 12-4am, or 6-9am. These are prime hours in which to tell your friends how wasted you really are, who you made out with, and how much you hate "that guy who made fun of me so I dumped beer on him". Respect for your roomate is not needed, because they are sleeping. Also, feel free to make out with whomever you choose because once again, your roomate is sleeping. And trying desperately not to move. And silently cursing you.
3. RAs have no real authority. Sure, they can write you up, but here at Colorado State, you can have seven strikes and still run drunkenly through the halls, yelling "Fuck the po-lice!" The campus cops, however, are lonely older kids on power trips...and they should still be feared. Nonetheless, a short, "How's it going?" will usually throw them off. Sober kids don't cower in fear. Or so they think.
4. Any fight between yourself and your roomate must be over the following: Laundry piles, shoe piles, liquor bottles, emptying the trash, cleaning the shot glasses, playing music too loud, owning or buying anything consisting of pineapples, and still being drunk in the morning.
5. RamRide is the best invention to happen within the one hundred plus years of this fair university. If stranded at a party, it can be utilized to take you back to the dorms. And then again after you've all decided to go back out. And got stranded again.
6. Power hour, although possible, makes freshmen girls unbutton their pants and talk about inane things, such as, "He is such an asshole. That still didn't stop me from making out with him when my roomate was asleep. But he's still an ass."
7. Some times it is necessary to mark how many shots you've had somewhere on your person. A favorite place may be the wrist, and when you've woken up, you'll look like a hungover suicidal prom queen.
8. Your high school friends may not like your college friends. Get used to the fact that CU parties and CSU parties are different. At CSU we use clean needles.
(Just kidding)
9. Cameras are a necessity. You need something to document your night, something you can exclaim when looking at them later, "Oh my god! I don't remember throwing up on that sofa! I puked on the other one though. I was SO wasted!"
10. Everyone needs a nickname. Even if it's your real name shortened with -y on the end of it, be proud. If you don't have one, you ain't shit.
11. The experiences you have in college are going to be something that you'll remember for the rest of your life. Or not. Remember: McCormicks is like water, Keystone is great, anyone who drinks Corona is a baller, smoking cigarettes when you're drunk is "cool", getting booze all over your face from the ice luge is awesome, if there's no keg it's not worth going to, whoever has the biggest car gets to drive 9 people at once, and um...what was your name again?

You're Welcome.

After watching about 20 minutes of “The Office” on YouTube, I decided I should do something that looked like I was being productive. (And trying to silently laugh so hard that I snorted instead,) I am now “writing an email”. Woo.

The new Shins album came out yesterday. I have yet to hear it, except for the song that I was listening to this morning when my alarm clock accidentally put me back to sleep. The song was so relaxing – too relaxing. I’ve already read reviews – people curse The Shins for their simple sound, yet they lay into them for trying something different. Honestly, if only half the CD is good, I’ll be happy. The one thing about this new album, however, is that it falls prey to what some sites call the “Braff-lash” – the mainstream-ization of once purely indie bands. Will this album chart in the top 10 next week? Only time will tell. However, prepare to look severely less indie when talking about The Shins at parties.

I saw Children of Men on Sunday with my dad. Holy shit, that movie was intense. It was incredibly good, and incredibly sad. I’m not going to ruin anything, because I’m sure you’ve already read the reviews, but I highly suggest you see it.

I’m sick. I was completely fine all last week, with a little case of the sniffles, and instead of resting and drinking Emergen-C, I chose to drink copious amounts of alcohol and run around town. I woke up Monday hacking and sneezing and sniffling… not the best thing when you’re in a quiet classroom around people who are actually trying to “learn”. Damnit.

We are officially going to Aspen! Yay! Since it was going to be a whole gaggle of us, we couldn’t stay at the Burton house, even though Diana is staying there with Preston. We are going to be staying in (freaking) Carbondale again, which means it’s going to be a huge adventure… but sometimes getting there is the funnest part.

At work, Melissa and I have to plan a whole awards banquet. Wtf? Hopefully it goes well.

I’m sure you’ve had a day where “to the left, to the left” has been endlessly circling around your brain. I’ve got Irreplaceable stuck in my head and can’t get it out. Even though I hate Beyonce’s armpit-showing, weave-wearing, high-pitched-screaming ass, I’ve got to admit that I like that song… something about “I could have another you in a minute” strikes a chord with me.

Oh, this is another “you’re welcome” moment in Good Bloggie history… there’s a search tool that you can use to search for mp3’s on Google – no P2P software necessary. It’s actually really cool… Maybe if I figure my crap out, I can start hosting mp3’s… until someone shuts me down.
http://www.cwire.org/google-search-tools

What Happened?!

I remember when all I used to write about was celebrity gossip. I'm not sure why, but I seem to have an unhealthy obsession for all things not-my-business. This being said, I realized that I haven't written celebrity news for some time now. I think it's because I've added so many gossip sites to my to-see list that I simply assume everyone knows as many useless things as I do. Someone will say, "have you heard about Lindsay Lohan going to rehab?!" And I'll scoff in response and begin a lengthy explanation about how there was speculation she was in rehab not because she is an alcoholic, but because she was so obsessed with creepy looking James Franco that she had to undergo "love therapy". I dunno.

Screw the iPhone, I want a Prada phone. New photos were leaked about a supposed LG phone for Prada the other day, and let me say... it's pretty cool looking.

Read more here.



Some women regard high heels as a curse. Being about 5'8", I love the things, but don't really need them. I'll often look around and realize I'm the tallest chick around... I don't mind it though. People seem to throw more respect your way if you look like you're going to step on them. Anyhoo, my friends and I have learned how to cut a damn rug with heels on -- I'm talkin' up on a bar, dancing our asses off. I can't dance in anything else now. Now, there's even a workout DVD that teaches you how to work out in your heels, affording you more balance and poise than before. I'm sold. If only it weren't a workout DVD. Yuck.

This has been such a girl-geared post, I figured I'd frost the cake with some new pics of Jake Gyllenhaal. Mmm.

Mark and I had a lengthy conversation about my template the other day. I might go back to a more simple one, at the cost of having a blog that actually looks like a blog. Sigh.

Speaking of, Mark sent me probably the best video of all time -- a bunch of people in Mobile, Alabama who think there is a leprechaun in a tree:

"Anybody who seen the leprechaun say yeeeeaaaaaahhh!!!"

One last thing before I get back to work. For all you Lost fans out there, here's a link to an article stating and explaining all of Lost's loose ends. Lord knows that with so many characters, it's hard to keep track of things, but that's probably the only bone I have to pick with the writers. When one question is answered, five more are created. I still can't wait for the premiere on February 7th.

I'm 80% Idiot

So I put the wrong hit counter on my blog the other day, resulting in it counting 41 views that should have been recorded on my Good Bloggie counter. Why does this matter? Because I'm getting close to 2000 views, which is kind of a big deal for a small-time blogger like me.

I'm going to leave you with a sweet quote to make up for my rambling.
"We need to remember that celebrities are like the Boogeyman: They only exist if you believe in them."
— Jeremy C. Fox (Pajiba)

Let's Wrassle.

Nelly Furtado has always been one of my favorite artists, and her newest album, “Loose” only furthers my faith in her. (I still listen to “Say It Right” at least once a day.) I was actually thinking to myself how on top of the game rap producer Timbaland (who produced Nelly’s album) is. Pretty much every song he makes for an artist that gets released as a single blows up like crazy. The new Justin Timberlake album is proof – the thing’s a pop masterpiece. However, something I ran across the other day made me think about the whole “producer” thing. There are tons of good musicians out there – why do we only listen to a portion of them? And who gets to say that just because someone’s popular that their style is what we should be listening to?
Maybe it’s because of things like this:

“For those of you have that haven't been following the case of Timbaland vs. Finland, here's a summary: In 2000, a Finnish musician named Janne Suni created an instrumental track called "Acidjazzed Evening"; it was later remade by instrumentalist GRG, who kept the melody intact.
Six years later, Nelly Furtado released Loose, which included the Timbaland-produced track "Do It," and now there's a series of YouTube videos and forum threads claiming that Timbo jacked the "Do It" music from Sunni's 2000 original (the Timbo detractors also claim that he first jacked himself, noting that his track for "Do It" originally appeared in a 2005 ringtone).”

So, learning about that, there are videos on YouTube that further the point:

Here’s another, about the 2005 ringtone:

Damn. I had faith in you, Timbo! Oh well. I’m sure I’ll still dance around like a madwoman to his music.

Wash Bar last night was so insane. Colin, Kim, Caroline, Hendo and I opened up the dance floor. It was hilarious – everyone was standing around, too afraid to be the only people on it, and I just started yelling, “let’s do this thing” and made a break for it. Shortly afterward, everyone else started dancing. Diana not only dropped her SLVR in the toilet, but she walked out in front of a car on purpose, who decided not to stop until he was about 5 feet from her. Kim and Diana ended up leaving us at the bar after hopping in a car with some dudes, so I proceeded to send Kim threatening text messages such as “Order me a fucking pizza or I will eat your fucking face. For real” and “You guys are dead meat.” When we got home, I was on the warpath, and decided it would be a really good idea to wrestle Kim. You know it’s a good night when you wake up with scratches on your neck and chips in your bra, right? Right?

I was speaking French in my dreams last night… so awesome.

Ok, well I’ve been at work for about 2 and a half hours and have done absolutely no real work.

Uh huh...

I can’t freaking believe we are in school again! This semester is going to be a bitch. I’m in school 9:30-5 on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I’m working at least 15 hours at my internship. What did I sign myself up for? The good news is that I submitted my resume to a bunch of companies and I have gotten a lot of things back about internships. If I can figure out my freaking class schedule next semester, I’m going to be set.

The last weekend of break was a huge shitshow. Thursday, we went to Sullivan’s for 4-for-1’s, and it was super fun. Friday, we went to Lucky Joe’s and Zydeco’s and then stayed at Hotel Heather. Saturday, I went down to Denver. We went to this random sports bar, where drinks were ONE DOLLAR (!!!) each, and then went downtown to a place called Croc’s – it was a really fun place, besides the creepers (one came up to me, called me “fine”, asked me if I liked kids and if I wanted any… shudder.) And then I got coerced into drinking on Sunday night at Pott’s. We actually kicked ass in beer pong, and then wandered home. I woke up Monday morning with a raging hangover and a cold. Go me. At least now that I’m so busy, I won’t be able to drink as much, and spend as much money. That’s a good thing. Right? I have to keep telling myself that.

So, there are 52 days until spring break!!! We finalized our plans for Las Vegas. I’m going to be staying with Mindy, Katie, Amy and possibly their roommate Rachelle. Lino, Bobo, Meat, and Halston are staying in a different room. There is also a group of fun guys that might end up coming. We are going to have the best freaking time ever!!!
(Upon re-reading that paragraph, I decided there were too many triple-exclamation-points, but chose to leave them there in order to express my excitement.)

Holy shit, I just found it – the “Blades of Glory” trailer. Will Ferrell and Jon Heder as an ice skating duo?! Yes please! Plus, it seems to star Amy Sedaris and Will Arnett (a real-life couple) as their rivals.




The last half of the Silversun Pickups album is awesome. Yeah.
Ok, this song is really old, like over a year and a half, but it's still pretty awesome:
"Murder on the Dance Floor" -- Sophie Ellis Baxtor



Ok, I better go "work"!

Movies.

Here are a few movies that I want to see.

Pan's Labryinth:



Smoking Aces:



Children of Men:

Le Temps A Demain et Le Reste De La Semaine

Merde. I heard it's going to bloody snow again, this time like 6-8 inches. It's funny because we have been walking everywhere more than in summer (out of necessity, obviously) even though the weather has been like, 0-32 degrees for weeks. I don't mind the snow, honestly, it's just that my car can't make it anywhere and I have to rely on other people to go places.

Effing Hit Counter

So with this new template that I've been using, the hit counter goes directly to the top of the page instead of the bottom, and puts itself right in the middle of the title. I thought it would keep counting hits, but it doesn't, so you're just going to have to deal with seeing the damn thing. Ergh.