I can’t wait to see a new batch of movies, but really I wanna see the ones that will never get an oscar nod. My light hearted poop humor, teenager, period movies set in the 80’s! Can’t wait!
I have been obsessing about this little journal ever since I saw it at Skylight Books in Los Feliz. Its really an ingeneous way to write about your life in 5 years, using a wise ass sentence. Each day is grouped with just a few sentences to re-tell the day. I guess its the “twitter” of journals. On a side note, for some reason feel meh about twitter. Its an empty facebook. The truth is the point of these websites is primarily to snoop through your friends/potential friends lives. Its an open medicine cabinet to how great or lame somebody is & quite frankly one updated sentence isn’t enough for my curious eye throughout the day. I need substantial alerts about somebody giving each other a damn “gift” or a stupid update on an event half of these people will not attend. I still have a myspace account, but its like the ugly, middle sister. Bells & whistles that take forever to load with fucking stupid profile songs that I often get embarrassed about when they begin playing. ugg. Maybe this journal was a soft cry to the olden days of writing on paper. —-sigh. Please buy this for yourself or give it as a gift. Its the easiest journal you’ll actually finish.
FYI, don’t go on wondering what the Snuggie must feel like against your skin. Its literally a robe made of felt, worn backwards. It was a gag gift for somebody, had a good laugh, but it’s such a rip off for some poor sap waiting to get this shit for a lonely Friday night or knitting as the box implies. Don’t let yourself get sucked in. Although maybe I will just use it as a ShamWow.
Before I hit work again, I decided to free up some DVR space & watch some shows that popped up. Diablo Cody is this unconventional cinderella story, of an undercover stripper turned screenwriter/journalist/oscar winner & now Steven Spielberg wingman with a new sitcom on Showtime. Granted Juno, gave her an Oscar & seeing that I thought the movie was somewhat charming because of Ellen Page & Michael Cera. I really tried to give this chick some props for accomplishing such a fluke rise. I say this only because I was genuinely excited when she won the oscar. She was this rocker-ish looking gal in a leopard dress, essentially out of place amongst all these hollywood-types. So, now this new show comes out, United States Of Tara & I’m excited to continue hearing the sarcastic blurbs & silly references that made me get excited for a hamburger phone. Yet, as I watch the first episode it’s an immediate snore fest. Nothing remarkable memorable or catchy. Nothing to quote the next day. Just bland mcblandness. Crap, crap, crap. I say to myself, “ehh, it will be better the next time”, except it really doesn’t. The characters are all cast wrong. For some odd reason, they leave me blindsided like a restaurant with good food, but with shitty service. I told myself I was done, yet I still ear-hustle the show when my boyfriend watches it, waiting for that one brilliant line to snap me up from the computer screen. Utter disappointment. Oh well, I will still non-watch to this show in hopes of hearing “foodbaby” or “homeskillet”. Ugg, Diablo don’t let me down.
Joel McHale makes me blush. Every time I watch The Soup, my heart feels fluttery. He manages to look adorable even when berating idiotic celebrities & 15 second wannabes. His suits are tailored & can still make a skinny tie look fashionable, even after the emo kids destroyed the trend long ago. The Soup, my favorite live action pop culture blog.
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