8.31.2006
ernesto
I am laying in bed and I swear I just got rained on. Several times. By teeny droplets. The strangest part is that I'm downstairs in a two story house.
8.29.2006
new lows
I guess the young wizards and witches are driving Pontiac Vibes around Hogwarts these days.8.17.2006
boy crushes
- David Boreanaz
- Jason Statham
- Justin Timberlake
- Robert Best (please don't tell anyone that one... he's kind of a lady, but he rules in ways I can't describe)
- Travis Wall (total P.C.)
girl crushes
- Kelly Clarkson
- Deborah Messing
- Portia de Rossi
- Scarlett Johansson
- Katharine McPhee
- Jackie from Workout (see #4)
8.14.2006
airport part ii
I am back in the Atlanta airport for an hour-long layover, and I felt it necessary to pay eight dollars for 24 hours of WiFi while I wait. Granted, we'll probably board about 20 minutes early, so it's eight dollars for about forty minutes. But it's worth it to an addict like myself.Anyhow, post-terrorism travel from Bloomington, Illinois to Atlanta was a piece of cake. I showed up three hours early, but was at my gate within 18 minutes. Atlanta is another story, though. Check out this long line of TSA agents waiting to check each and every person on their way to New York's LaGuardia Airport. Keep in mind that these people have already gone through the security checkpoint once.
Travelling is fun!!!
8.11.2006
drum corps international
Even though Matt and I broke up last month, he left me with a permanent case of drum corps fever*. DCI finals are in Madison, Wisconsin this year, about three hours north of my hometown. Since I am back home this week, I drove up with some friends last night to catch our first live quarterfinals.
I spent the last three summers as a Cavalier by marriage (this is Matt's 12th season with the corps), but now that I am single I am free to enjoy all of the groups. I have to give it up and keep it going for the Phantom Mothaflipping Regiment (pictured above), whose powerful sound and "Faust" theme caused my eyeballs to melt down my cheeks. Also worth mentioning were the Blue Devils and Carolina Crown - they both really worked me. I will totally fly to California next year to see some DCI action in the Rose Bowl.
* I'm cheesy.
8.09.2006
this little piggy
I had my inaugural pedicure yesterday, and I have to say it was an extremely pleasant experience. I forsee many more of them throughout my life, and perhaps a manicure (still uncharted territory) as well.8.05.2006
i was just raped, and you did nothing!
I am not generally a Kathy Griffin fan. On one hand I think she's great because she makes a career of demonizing celebrities. But on her show, My Life on the D List, she has a habit of throwing regular people under the bus when they don't really deserve it. Also, I once heard a radio interview where she criticized Margaret Cho for whining too much, when Kathy has her PhD in whining. She's whinier than Whine Whinerson. She skips the cheese to leave room for extra whine.
But despite my Kathy Griffin aversion, I paid forty dollars to see her standup last night in Lakeland, Florida. Side note: I can't think of any reason she might come to Lakeland unless it was to draw her gays from both Orlando and Tampa. Lakeland is a bump in the road directly between the two. Several years ago someone placed a sign next to the interstate in Lakeland that reads "Future Site: Downtown Orlampa" - that sign still stands today. But I digress. Let's talk about the show for a moment.
She kicked off the night with some fresh Mel Gibson humor. Then ten minutes into the show she called Lance Bass on her cell phone, but told us all to shut up so she could put him on speaker and hold it to the mic. She busted on Star Jones, the Olsen Twins, most of the American Idols, Andy Dick, and Oprah. If I took anything from the show, it was "Don't fuck with the Jews," "Don't Fuck with Barbara Walters," and "Don't fuck with Oprah." She spent 140 minutes gossiping with the audience, making each one of us feel like we were sitting across the dinner table from her getting the latest dish. I would gladly pay to see her every 3 months (which seems like ample time to gather enough celebrity gossip to fill 140 minutes).
In other news: I am at a layover at Atlanta's Hartsfield Airport as I type this, waiting to get back to Pekin so I can be a bridesmaid in my friend Amy's wedding. I'll be there for 9 days, and since nothing ever happens there, the old boooblog might be a little thin for a couple weeks.
8.02.2006
the celery stalks at midnight
I have fallen prey to Myspace. At first I quietly signed up to see where my old high school chums ended up. Then I added a picture. Next thing I knew, the old high school chums were sending me buddy requests. Suddenly I have like 70 friends.
Much to my dismay, Patrick and Todd have kept a low profile on the site. So this morning I finally told Patrick that he needed to add a picture so I can display him as one of my top friends. "That site is for fourteen year old girls, pedophiles, stalkers and advertisers," he said. I called his bluff on the advertisers argument - he clearly doesn't mind being advertised to, since he eats up the LOST Experience. At 11:04a, he finally relented and added me as a friend.
Then at 1:23p, his Myspace fears were reinforced. Only two hours and nineteen minutes after Patrick added me as a friend, I received an email from a guy whom he had met over ten years ago. The guy wondered why Patrick wouldn't accept his friend request. And he had to email me, one of Patrick's best friends, to ask.
Okay. So maybe it is a stalker tool.
