Questionable Taste…

You know what’s big BIG right now? Twitter is. And I’m all about it. So while you’re at it, Twitter that.

So, in searching for a new ringtone, my mind is being torn to pieces because there just isn’t any music out there (to my knowledge) that is the perfect ringtone music. Which sucks. I’ve had “Womanizer” since last November. That is far too long to have “Womanizer” as a ringtone if you ask me. Any suggestions?
I’m diggin’ on some Frankmusik nowadays, and I’m not mad at Mika’s latest. My roommate has me on a sort of electro-pop kick this summer. Fine. That’s fine. I just wish it was got damn ringtone worthy!

Anyways, I decided to try to start my blog back on up because (more often than not) I ain’t got shit to do at work. Let’s see how long it lasts this time.

 

I don’t trust Miley Cyrus. And you shouldn’t either. She’s growing up too fast. A girl with a mouth like that has no business dating sexy 20somethings and pole dancing on ice cream carts. She hasn’t earned it. Seriously. Think of all of her so called “accomplishments.” Miley Cyrus ain’t shit.
[This paragraph can be paraphrased as: "I'm jealous of Miley Cyrus. I get 'Party In The USA' stuck in my head on the daily. And it's all about the climb."]

Now I know that NYC Prep just ended, but I would be dishonoring my questionable taste if I didn’t blog about it. Blog blog blog. So I love PC. He’s a bitch and a racist. He’s childish and extremely masturbatory. He’s bi? Gay? He’s hate crimed by Bravo on a weekly basis. And then there’s Jessie. Oh, Jessie. When, oh, when will you have your own reality show? You are the overpriced, cross-eyed glue that held this entire heap of a show together and I love you. There’s that word. Love. Let me see if I can explain it to you, Jessie. Love is a similar to the feeling you get when you wear scarves over your tee shirts. Love is sort of like when you take a dump on Camille for having skin that is whiter than her teeth. Love is essentially the feeling that you get when you get a blue ribbon at the county fair.

I suppose all I can do now that the season’s 8 episode run has come to an abrupt and disappointing end is relive the glory days via DVR. Thanks, Time Warner. You save lives. Ps, come back for a second season, NYC Prep.

Best stuff of since my last post…

Didn’t mean to take such a long break, ya’ll.

Look into this shit.

Best recent Digital Short: “Jizz In My Pants” by Incredibad

 If this is about to be on a real album, my day will be made. This is why I fell in love with Jorma. LOLarious. It’s the little things, man. Other than saying “jizz” on network television, that is. I love the line “I do things alone now mostily.” Simple. Also, notice “sawr” rather than “saw.” These things are only funny when paired with jizz, The Lonely Island, Molly Simms, and Jamie Lynn Descala. Optional JTimb.
 Embedding was disabled like a bitch. Link here.
 For more Jorma, see here. For more Akiva, see here (where he directs my favorite band of ever and all time). For more Andy, see pretty much anything on SNL.

Best cute little cover: “Change Is Gonna Come” by Ben Sollee

 I found this gem last week while skimming through obscure music blogs. As I oft do.
 It’s so sweet, and cool, and jazzy, and nice. My favorite part of it all is that Ben considers himself to be “cello pop.” Such dreams make such winners in my book. Which is a sentence that doesn’t make sense. But applies to the situation anyways.
 Ben Sollee, “Change Is Gonna Come”

Best AIDS commercial that makes you drop your jaw instead of your pants: European MTV AIDS spot

I don’t really need to say anything, do I? Don’t be a dick. Cover your dick.

Best documentary of the day…

Britney: For The Record

 I knew this shit was about to get real. And, bitch, it sure as fuck did!
 First and foremost, I must say… Someone should throw a fuckin’ party for B’s management team because that was some good shit that they just pulled! You guys are so fucking smart. I don’t care if any of it was real or not, it was good fucking television. Entertainment. No matter who you are, if you watched FTR (For The Record, ya bitches, figure it out), you either felt happy for Britney or sad for Britney. Ya’ll had a Britney Catharsis. Entertainment and education.

 Secondly, I believed every second of this hour-long delve into the life of one of our most amazing, and amazingly disturbed, performers in this lifetime. That’s right. Bitch, I believe you. You’re a real boy! Life is hard. I’m really sad for you. And I’m not being funny, I almost cried. I would’ve cried if it weren’t for Larry Rudolph. He looks like a Canadian from South Park did it with Tyler Durden. Aside from all of your hardships and trouble and whatnot, the saddest thing in the whole doc was your poor ole hair! Girl, you gots money. Fix that. People can see you!

 I need to watch this shit at least 2 more times before I can do it any justice with my comments and opinions. And you need to watch it 3 times as much as me because it may or may not change your life. Watch until it does. Ya bitch.

Best Facebook status of the day…

[hot mess] smells like beer and kitty litter. Another fabulous night.

Best Facebook status of the day…

[gay Republican] thinks people who shop black friday are dumb..and therefore must have voted for barack.

Best movies so far of 2008…

The movie that sucked so hard it was good: Mamma Mia!

 I had to see Mamma Mia! How could I not? You can’t be a modern gay man in America without having seen, heard, danced to, bought, or been in something associated with this musical. Just ask Will and/or Grace.
 The movie was awful. So over the top. So cliche. So faggy. I couldn’t help myself but smile the entire time.

 

The movie that everyone is obligated to like: The Dark Knight

 Yes. It was a fucking rockin’ movie. It was kickin’. It was rad. But I feel like I’m supposed to say those things.
 I saw it at midnight, of course. I was in the second row and ripped out of my mind. I probably couldn’t tell you half of the shit that went down, but I know that everything in my life after those few hours was a little more complete. Granted, I quickly grew tired of bitches quoting, “Why so serious?” and “How ’bout a magic trick?,” I think ickle Heafy gave one of his best performances. He was truly committed, and I have to respect that. But now he’s dead, and has been dead for quite some time, so I’m comfortable making jokes.
Q: What’s the difference between Heath Ledger and a dead baby?
A: Heath Ledger lived a little bit longer.
(I just made that up.)

 

The movie that overwhelmed me with cute: WALL-E

 I don’t give a shit what any of ya’ll bitches gots to say about it, WALL-E was fuckin’ cute. So what, there was little to no dialogue in the first hour of the movie. That’s part of what made the characters so lovable. They were simple. It’s not hard to get into my heart.
 I thought this little robot provided everyone with a good lesson about where the world is headed. Granted it didn’t seem very realistic and I won’t change anything about my daily life to cater to the wishes of Disney/Pixar, I got it and appreciated every second of it. I also really liked how they worked in Live Action with computer animation. Kudos.

 

The movie that I knew I’d like: Hamlet 2

 From the moment I learned of Hamlet 2’s existance, I was ready to be amazed. And guess what, I wasn’t amazed. But I was pleasantly surprised. Although I wasn’t provided with reason for non-stop laughter, I did laugh quite a bit. And I got all of the jokes. And I know who Elizabeth Shue is.
 The one thing that I didn’t “like” about the film was how little they showed of the play within the movie. But then again, that happens in pretty much every movie about a play. Bleh.

 

The movie that I don’t remember for obvious reasons: Pineapple Express

 Remember the trailer for Pineapple Express? Remember when James Franco kicked his foot through the window and got it stuck while he was driving? That still makes me chuckle. Rosie Perez was a bitchass cop too. That’s always a good thing. And the guy with the weird hair provided some funny moments. That’s all I remember.
 This movie wouldn’t have been nearly as enjoyable if I hadn’t stayed in Athens over the summer. Bitches, I’m a changed man.

 

The movie that was predictable and scary: The Strangers

 Love me some scurry movies from time to time. This one was up there. Liv Tyler, Scott Speedman, and like 4 other people (including Dennis from Always Sunny). I don’t care that this movie took so little to make, it was one of the best scary movies that I’ve seen in a long time. I think what made it work was that even though scary things happened in a predictable series, the time it took to get to those moments was always drawn out for so long that you’re kind of left thinking, “okay, when’s it gonna happen? still nothing? okay…OH FUCK!” Kind of like sex with someone you don’t like.

Newnew

 So, I’ve been trying to come up with things to blog about since I said I’d blog more and have yet to do so. Here’s my thought:
 ”List” my “favorite” “things.”
Why the quotes? Well, firstly, because I fucking like using quotes sometimes. Secondly, let me explain.

“List” = Sometimes I’ll post a list, such as a Top 5 or whatever. But most of the time I’ll probably just name single things.

“favorite” = I use the word ‘favorite’ very loosely. I guess in this case, I mean to say, “what stands out.”

“things” = Things. Stuff. Nouns. Music. Youtube. TV. Movies. People. Shit. Ya bitches.

I’ve got to be Unstoppable…

 Long time no blog. Whatever, you haven’t missed out on much so I’ll skip all the boring details that you may or may not figure out along the way.

 Fall Quarter is pretty much over. I’ve got one final tomorrow and I’m barely studying for it. Not my problem.

 I don’t really have much to say. I’ll get back on it soon and fill you in on my new obsessions, likes, and hates. You know. The use.

Preach.

Who the hell makes shit like this? Because I enjoyed it.

 

 

[chorus]
B-A-B-Y M-A-M-A
This goes out to all my baby mamas
This goes out to all my baby mamas
B-A-B-Y M-A-M-A
This goes out to all my baby mamas
I got love for all my baby mamas

It’s about time we had our own song
Don’t know what took so long
Cause nowadays it’s like a badge of honor
To be a baby mama
I see ya payin’ ya bills
I see ya workin’ ya job
I see ya goin’ to school
And girl I know it’s hard
And even though ya fed up
With makin’ beds up
Girl, keep ya head up
All my

[chorus]
B-A-B-Y M-A-M-A
This goes out to all my baby mamas
This goes out to all my baby mamas
B-A-B-Y M-A-M-A
This goes out to all my baby mamas
I got love for all my baby mamas

I see you get that support check in the mail
You open it and you’re like, “What the Hell?”
You say, “This ain’t even half of daycare”
Sayin’ to yourself, “This shit ain’t fair”
And all my girls who don’t get no help
Who gotta do everything by yourself
Remember, what don’t kill you can only make you stronger
My baby mama

[chorus]
B-A-B-Y M-A-M-A
This goes out to all my baby mamas
This goes out to all my baby mamas
B-A-B-Y M-A-M-A
This goes out to all my baby mamas
I got love for all my baby mamas

Cause we the backbone (of the hood)
I always knew that (that we could)
We can go anywhere, we can do anything
I know we can make it if we dream
And I think it should be a holiday
For single mothers, tryin’ to make a way
But until then, here is your song
Show love to my….

[chorus]
B-A-B-Y M-A-M-A
This goes out to all my baby mamas
This goes out to all my baby mamas
B-A-B-Y M-A-M-A
This goes out to all my baby mamas
I got love for all my baby mamas

I’m sorry, what?

 Could someone please explain to me why I’ve been crying for the past 10 minutes?
I’m sure as fuck not sad. I’m just sitting here going about my business and my eyes are pretty much leaking. Tears streaming down both cheeks, but no emotions. I don’t get it. I think I broke the seal.

 I feel like this could be the start of some shitty Japanese horror movie.

 

 Anyways, bloggers; watch my vlog.
Vloggers; read my blog… some more.

Honey, honey let me feel it…

I’m a little obsessed with the Mamma Mia! Soundtrack. I know I declared my lurve for it’s campiness in my last post, but I’ma declare some more. Consider it declared.

Anypoo. I posted my first vlog. It was fun. I look fat and skankalicious. Ew. I need to get rid of that. I already said that I refused to let PR’s Blayne have catch phrases in my presence. Drop the “licious” from anything and everything. Whatev. Here it is.

“I’m taking the B-A-T outta BASEMENT…”

 So I had Monday off and I used it to go see Mamma Mia! at the $4 theater. Thank god it wasn’t more than $4. The movie was so awful, so tacky, so ridiculous and I loved every minute of it. I said it once, I’ll say it at least once more; Meryl Streep can do anything she wants. She may not be great at doing whatever she wants to do, but she fuckin’ does it. Pierce Brosnan on the other hand, cannot.

 Also, I’m getting into week two of my shit-ass Garden. I hate it and it’s fucking dumb. I pretty much use it as a nap time – even though I’m on stage the whole time. I’m like 5 minutes from just going balls out and screwing things up on purpose just because I’m so effing bored with it. It’s soooo laaaaame.

 Bitch. Bitch. Bitch.

Fascination…

 My show opens tonight. Whatever. Good news is I only have to perform this shit 16 more times. Yeah. 16. Then I’m gonna fuck my shit up. Bitch.

 Youtubing about earlier this week. Found Alphabeat. Enjoyed Alphabeat. Downloaded Alphabeat. Your turn.
 Also, I was mucho pleased with myself when I was doing my rounds on the my regular blogs and saw that Along The Waterfall had recently posted about them as well. I know they beat me to posting it, but I still feel like I am the speedster in posting Alphabeat. Oh well.

Oh, and I was introduced to Jackie & Debra ages ago by Melfier, but I recently fell in heart with it. I seriously watch it like 6 times a day. I’m pretty sure I watched it 3 times in a row last night. That’s sad. But it’s hilarious. And if I get the necessary equipment and/or motivation to do so, I want to make a new video. I’ve got some things up my sleeve I think. And I’ve played a few hands of the Youtube star game – all of which came up mucho shorto.
 Anyways, here’s my new BeeFFs, Jackaayyy and Debra:

One Day Late

 This needs to be said.
 Last night was not a good night in any way, shape, or form. However, when I woke up this morning, my hair was perfect in every place. So perfect that I’m not even going to shower today. Toss my cares in the backseat and drive 15 over the limit on the Good Hair Day Highway.

 So I was blogging around yesterday or the day before and I stumbled, fumbled, plumbled onto “My Drive Thru.” Watch it. It could change your life. And bc of this greatness, I went ahead and downloaded Santogold’s album. Titled Santogold. It’s different, but good. It would probs be best described as M.I.A. doin’ it with Morningwood. And that’s okay.

EDIT: This was meant to be posted yesterday. Eff my intronet.

That’s not my name…

 I thought about vlogging. Thought about it. JK, I tried it. I made a video that lasted like 10 minutes that I put on Youtube a few days ago, but ended up deleting it bc the video/audio quality was shit. And then again, just 5 minutes ago, I tried to make a video with a different program so I could later edit it down to a highlight reel. However, the sound didn’t work and my face looked chubby. I shaved. That’s what I get for shaving.

 So I need to lose weight. How does one go about doing that? I know I should eat less and eat healthier, but that’s really difficult on my budget. Pretty much the only food I can afford is Ramen. And that ain’t no good for me. I know I should rule out midnight snacks as well, but the schedule my body is on is real effed over. I wake up around 10:30 to be to work by 11:00. Eat lunch at 2:00 when I get off work and do whatever in between then and dinner at 5:30 or 6:00. Ending my night with rehearsal until 11:00 and another “snack”/meal when I get home. I’ve also worked out a little bit, so that might help. But Idk. I’m the type to expect fast results, and they just aren’t resulting fast enough. Dang and a half.

 So back in Week One of BB9UK the housemates exchanged a token for one free song to play into the house. I had no idea what the song was until, I wanna say, Wednesday. Now I can’t stop listening to it. The song is “That’s Not My Name, “ by the Ting Tings. Yeah, the band from the iTunes commercial. It’s real catchy, and hip, and good to work out to, and good. And fun.
 Another song that I’ve hastily fallen in heart with is “Chasing Pavements,” by Adele. The chorus is just so powerful. I like it.

That’s really all I can think to say. Which is sad. This post sucks.

Happy america, ho.

I started the holiday off right, I must say. Illegally downloading music and movies while watching America’s Best Dance Crew followed by waking up to the fucking shit-ass parade outside my apartment. The highlight of my weekend will be not working and not rehearsing. Fuck yers. And Melfier! But that’s neither here nor there. (Why the fuck do people use that expression? That means it’s nowhere. Dumbshits.)

Profanity.

So I’m getting behind on my BBUK, which is disappointing, but I’d rather be behind on it than be trying to watch it every day on my shitty-ass wireless connection. But since my intronet sucks balls, I’ve had a chance to watch and listen in other places. ABDC for example. I’m all about Fanny Pak. They’re so trendy. They’re all about American Apparel, and you know how I feel about all things American. They’re totally going to lose. But last night Shane Sparks called them the underdogs of the competition, so maybe they’ll just lose gracefully. And thanks to my friends over at Fanny Pak, I’ve fallen in love with the most recent Kylie Minogue album, X. Some of it isn’t as stand-out as the others, but it’s definitely stand-up and move around a little the whole way through. I think my favorite could be “Cosmic.” I just love the idea of starting off by singing, “I wanted to write a song called Cosmic.” Well, bitch, you did it. You overcame cancer and wrote a song called Cosmic.

Hiwarious…

 Fuck NKOTB. They don’t know shit. Summertime ain’t nothin’ to sing about. So far it’s just been boring rehearsals full of bitchass bitches and boring mornings in the box office taking calls from townies who luhve the theatuh.

Mr. Brightside.
 I’ve gotten a chance to discover some new things that I love. Not like, love. But, enjoy. Just like sex.

 When I went to England summer of ‘06 I fell head over flip-flops for Big Brother UK. I know there’s an American version with some Asian lady and gay porn stars and what not, but BBUK is the shit. Pretty much the whole country watches. And it’s hard not to. They show an hour-long recap of each day at 9pm every single night and there are also topical shows revolving around the housemates. My favorite was Big Brother’s Big Mouth, hosted by Russell Brand (see: Forgetting Sarah Marshall). Other than that, they had shows where they brought in psychologists and what not to analyze and report on what the housemates are doing and why they’re doing it. Hardcore. Oh, and they also had 24/7 live feeds from the house. The only thing I didn’t like about the feeds, was that you can only curse on UK television between 9pm and 6am or something like that, so half of the time, they would just mute the mics on the housemates and dub over the sound of birds, or planes, or someone mowing a lawn. It was dumb.
 Anyways, my new love of the summer is Kathreya (kat-ray-uh). She is “hiwarious.” Bitch crazy. She loves her some cookies. Housemates are allowed to bring one “luxury” item into the house with them from home and Kathreya brought a jar of cookies. On one of the first few nights in the house, she practically orgasmed over chocolate chips. And sometimes she sits around pretending to eat cookies. Love the poo out of her. She’ll probably win. The winner (for the past 3 years at least) has always been the quirky, kind of dumb, innocent person. Kat has it in the bag.

 

 

How to be a whore…

Today at work I learned the ins and outs of being a prostitute in London. You know, just in case this job doesn’t work out.
I found a website that has 8 episodes (I believe) of Showtime’s new series The Secret Diary of a Call Girl. All in all, I like it. It’s definitely shot like an English series. Just the camera angles and lighting and such. I like that, it makes it feel a bit more authentic to me. Also, the writing is up to par by my terms. It’s good that this show follows Weeds, because they’re quite similar on the humour/wit front. Just different locations and subject matter. That’s all. On the down side, there’s not as much nudity as I would have liked. I mean sure, you can’t show too much, but still. It wasn’t until E3 that I got to see Belle’s nips. I’m pretty sure there’s a quick flash of peener in the first and third show, but it wudn’t nuthin’ speshul.
Ew. Don’t let me spell like that again. Last thing I need is to turn Harvey on y’all.

Basically, what we’re gonna do is dance.

So school is over. Like, completely over. No more classes or exams or people around. It was sad for a bit there. Today when I moved all of my shit out of my room I got a little choked up. Last year wasn’t so bad, but I think that’s just because I had a fat roommate that I barely ever talked to. But this year it was all me. Just seeing the room completely empty seemed so unnatural.
For now, I’m at work, not working. Well, there’s no work to be done. I’m a good employee, don’t tell anyone otherwise.
After work I’m gonna get in my car and drive my bitchass home for the night. The family is going to the tractor pull. Puke. I’m probably gonna watch a movie with Kayla and AJ. Afterwards, I need to sort through all of my stuff and decide what I will be needing with me for the summer – which will be no easy task. I’m awful at packing light. I always pack for “just in case.” Which is why I never use have the stuff I keep in my room. But this time it’s serious. Only the bare essentials. Clothes, music, movies, bedding, shower stuff, desk stuff, um…that’s where I usually fuck myself over. That “um” often signifies anything that I can see myself wanting to use or maybe letting someone borrow or decorating with. That “um” signifies shit that needs to stay behind.
Oh, and I just made a CD for the drive home. I love making driving CDs, even if I can just plug in my iPod. Driving CDs just seem so much more appealing to me for some reason. Maybe they’re just old enough for me. Like mixtapes of the 90s. Anyways, here’s what I got:

6.14.08

Jordin Sparks (feat. Chris Brown) – No Air
   I can’t get enough of this song right now. It’ll probably get old on me after this CD, but that’s fine. For now, I’ll just keep belting it to and from in my car.
Beyoncé – Should Have
   Not really sure why I wanted to put this one on here. I’m pretty sure it’s new material from her upcoming album. Reminds me of Ciara, but with more of B’s strength.
Danity Kane – Damaged
   “Do do you got a first aid kit handy?” Do do you share my guilty pleasure? Although I usually stand at least 20 feet from anything Diddy tries to produce, this song is so bad that it’s good. I’ve got a soft spot for spray-tanned, wonky-eyed, pleather-clad girls who spell in their music. This is the true Showstopper. Pun.
The Pussycat Dolls – When I Grow Up
   This drive is getting more and more gay. Not my fault though. The Pussycat Trannies should stop being so fierce, that way I can stop being so ghey. I was randomly watching FNMtv last night – partially because nothing else was on, partially because I wanted to know what the F it was – and saw this video premiere. No surprise, the video is the Dolls getting stuck in traffic, dancing on cars, and then spreading their slut all over town (flashing lights, bubbles, and glitter included). As trashy and cliché as it may seem, it was hot.
Missy Elliott – Best, Best
   Missy is usually a hit or miss for me, but this song lands in the middle. I put it on the mix to give it a chance, I suppose. It’s not that catchy, but what I love is the stutter she’s got going on. “He ‘da best, best. He ‘da boss, boss. He cute, cute. He all, all. He fly. He fresh. He give me good sex.” It’s a pretty new sound and I hope it catches on. I just hope she doesn’t make another video where her head is super-imposed over some skinny girl.
Lil’ Mama (feat. Chris Brown & T-Pain) – Shawty Get Loose
   This song is crazy. It’s a little all over the place as far as hip-hop goes, and that makes it easier to dance to. Which is important, because dancing is fun. Speaking of dancing, I’m thinking that I might actually watch some of ABDC2 this summer. I like what I’ve seen so far. And I love Lil’ Mama’s retarded glitter hats juxtaposing JC’s gayass accessories. Bitch needs to stop at the ascot.
Enrique Iglesias – Can You Hear Me? (Moto Blanco Radio Edit)
   This is better as the radio remix rather than the single version, trust me. It’s a better tempo and gets you a little more pumped. Which I find to be quite appropriate, considering it was chosen as the theme song for the World Soccer Cup Championship Award Game or someshit.
Kylie Minogue – Wow
   Wow. Gay. Whatever. I got into this song by watching ABC promos between online episodes of Ugly Betty. Wow. Gay. Regardless of the sexuality of my musical interests, this song is typical Kylie, but it’s kind of heading in a slightly new direction. When I listen to this song, I always picture the photoshoot from Top Model Cycle 10 when the girls had paint bukkake and handbags. Wow. Gay.
M.I.A. – Paper Planes
   “All I wanna do is (bang*bang*bang*bang) and a (kuh*ching) and take yo’ monay.”
Taio Cruz – This Is An Emergency (The Pigeon Detectives cover)
   This was recorded in the Radio1 Live Lounge. I owe a lot to the Live Lounge. It’s pretty much an outlet for popular artists of the day to cover songs that they like, and more often than not, they provide listeners with awesome remakes. Such as this. Although I have yet to hear the original version of this song, I’m really diggin’ on Taio’s perspective. The strings make it.
The Ting Tings – Shut Up And Let Me Go
    Thanks, iPod commercials for another song to OD on. I don’t know who finds these songs, but I want that to be my job one day. Whoever it is, they find the catchiest shit. The video premiered last night on FNMtv also. I was disappointed. It was pretty much just the camera zooming through the band’s hands constantly mixed in with some John Woo wire fighting. I expected a little better. I’d actually prefer to just watch the commercial some more.
Maroon 5 (feat. Rihanna) – If I Never See Your Face Again
   This video is so hot. Adam Levine is a hot bitch. I’d let him smack me around if it did good things for him. And even though Rihanna looks like some alien queen with a mondo-fivehead, she’s still fierce as all get out. I dont’ love the song, but it gets the job done. Overall, it came from a good album, so that’s what matters in the long run.
Katy Perry – I Kissed A Girl
   This song almost didn’t make the drive. I was down to this and Katy’s cover of “Use Your Love.” At the end of the day, I decided that IKAG might be too mainstream right now, but UYL was a little tacky. In most cases, I have to love a song to put it on a CD if it’s not a single. I don’t know why. I’m a fickle little queer. Anyways, I really like KP’s whole CD. Check up on it.
Ashlee Simpson – Boys
   Here’s a catchy little diddy from Mommy-to-be Simpson-Wentz. That’s about all there is to say about it. Oh, but let’s talk about that wedding. The theme: Alice in Wonderland meets Hot Topic. Figgered. I would’ve gone if the newlywed Wentzburgers invited me, and I would’ve thrown up on all of the Happy Bunny centerpieces. You know they had them.
Miley Cyrus – 7 Things
   7 Things I hate about you: (1) You’re Hannah Montana. (2) You’re like 15 and so much more successful than I am at 20. (3) Your dad had a mullet until 2005. (4) Your baby teeth. (5) Your Vanity Fair scandal. If you’re gonna look broke down and fierce, own up to it. Fuck Disney in the butthole. (6) The Jonas Brothers. (7) I like some of your music.
Lily Allen – I Could Say
   Here’s a new demo from Ms.Allen’s upcoming album. Don’t know when it comes out. Hopefully soon. I discovered her when I went over to England in 06 and loved her ever since. We’ve had our ups and downs, but I’m still looking forward to her new stuff. Even though she cancelled my concert and accidentally didn’t have a baby.
We Are Scientists – Chick Lit
   I would like to take credit for introducing WAS to England. Because they gained popularity after I left that summer. You’re welcome, Eastern hemisphere. Also, I love these boys. They always make the best music and most clever videos. And seeing them live is a treat and a half. I actually sent them an e-mail requesting their return to the states in exchange for sexual favors. Long story short, I’m going to see them in CBus on August 3.
Coldplay – Viva La Vida
   This should be their single. Violet Hill is alright, the video is an instant classic because of it’s grit and purple hues, but VLV is the true hit at hand. Yet again, thanks iPods. Bitches know how to pick ‘em. Granted, I’m still not sure how much I’m in love with the album as a whole, I really like this tune.
Lykke Li – Little Bit
   This is an awful song to get stuck in your head. I do it at least once a week and go around singing “little bit” to myself in a British accent. It’s kind of a weird song as well. I’m not sure what the balls kind of drum she’s using, but it’s neato.
Sara Bareilles – Bottle It Up
   It’s no Love Song, but it does the trick. I don’t think it’s strong enough to be catchy really, but it’s on here to give it a chance. If figgered, why Bottle It Up? No I didn’t. That was an awful joke.
Leona Lewis – I Will Be
   This is a great song. No matter who does it. Originally it came from Avril’s Best Damn Thing, and now Leona adds some depth to it. I love belting along with Leona in my car. It’s a good finish to the drive.

Some songs that didn’t quite make the cut:
 Adele – Chasing Pavements
 Estelle – Wait A Minute (Just A Touch)
 Justin Nokuza – After Tonight
 Yelle – Je Veux Te Voir
 Vanessa Hudgens – Sneakernight (JK. This song is awful.)

 

Update: Drove home and back. Skipped half the tracks on the CD.

Procrastination

I should be working on my two songs for my callback tomorrow, but I guess I’m not really in the mood. I want to consider this as “me time,” but I mean, what time isn’t about me?

 

I’m watching Cursed on SciFi right now and it reminded me of how much I secretly love this movie. I don’t know exactly what it is that does it for me, but I just can’t get enough of it. It’s kind of campy and cliche as a werewolf movie, but then again, what werewolf movie isn’t? Personally, I love Judy Greer and maybe the fact that she plays Scott Baio’s manager/werewolf queen/bitch makes the movie that much more awesome. Also, my favorite scene is definitely when Milo Ventimiglia’s jerkass jocky character comes out to Jimmy and tries to kiss him. Guilty pleasure.
I need to buy this movie.

Speaking of movies. I saw Sex And The City a few days ago. I give it a Whatever. I never really followed the show, but I knew of what was going on, I guess. More than anything, the movie just made me realize that no one on the show was really that attractive. I guess that’s a good thing thought. It makes it real I suppose. But it’s still a show/movie, so I vote to recast that shit with pretty people and reshoot all of it.
Also, seeing all of that New York living really made me want to be fabulous. And I don’t say fabulous. I’ve pretty much always wanted to live in NYC, but now I know what kind of living in NYC I want. Well, I know a new kind. I know that the city will change me, I just haven’t decided how yet.